Oh, yes, I had to tweak my characters personalities just a bit to get the story to work.
They’re really not this dysfunctional in my normal stories…
Oh, wait. They are.
Never mind, then…
xD
PG
~NO violence
~SOME suggestive content
~VERY MILD swearing (one mild word)
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Kodi sat under the swaying branches of the trees, one hand propped under his chin, staring absently into space. Idly, his hand raked a clump of dirt and leaves from the ground. Not bothering to look where he threw, he chucked the clump to his left.
Tara stopped short from where she was sauntering up to him on his left, bits of soil and foliage clinging to her clothes. A thick book rested in one hand, an absence of any bookmark an indication that it was not being read.
Kodi looks up, hearing the thump of the bundle that had struck her. He saw her, and amusement flickered across his face before he managed to compose his expression. “Ohhhhh… Tara…” he said with feigned innocence.
“Yeah. Me,” Tara replied with candor. She looked curtly at him, then raised her arm and flung the book straight at his head, strength propelling it forward.
Kodi, with lightning-fast speed, dodged the book. He flicked out a hand and caught it neatly before dropping it to the ground. He sprang up, asking, “And that was for…?”
“You threw dirt at me. So I threw a book at your head,” Tara stated matter-of-factly.
Kodi stared at her for a moment, barely able to control the fierce fire this evoked in him. “Oh. I see.”
“Good!” Tara exclaimed, forcefulness in her words.
Both simply stared at each other for a moment. But then a devilish smile found it’s way onto Kodi’s face, and he grabbed Tara’s arms roughly, pulling her to him, before he started kissing her, hard, with all he had, his kiss growing past any boundaries, until it was almost as if they were one, one person, one spirit, intertwined with a kiss that had both their heart pounding, their lungs begging for mercy that would not be given, as—
-loud obnoxious screeching noise-
Me: HOLD IT!!!! Okay, what just happened there?!!! I mean, seriously, aren’t we supposed to be keeping this realistic? Dude, there is no way, Kodi, you would just ‘happen’ to throw some dirt—which, I might add, would not happen; you hate disturbing nature—as, Tara, you just ‘happened’ to come up on the exact same side, just ‘happening’ to be holding a book you weren’t even reading! And then Kodi just seems not to be upset about it—so ‘not upset’ that he kisses you! And, come on, a kiss like that? Did you read that description? ‘Their lungs begging for mercy’? Who the heck writes this stuff, anyway!
Kodi: *frowns, bemused* …You?
Me: Shuddup…
Tara: And who’s she? *nods at me*
Kodi: Uh… no one… *looks guiltless*
Tara: *narrows eyes* Right. Kodi, you only look innocent when you’re up to something.
Kodi: *grins* Oh, so I’m not exactly innocent otherwise?
Tara: Let’s not go there. We have a child in the vicinity…
Me: *glowers, missing the first sentence* I’m only a few years younger than you…
Tara: Uh-huh. ‘Cause… what—two hundred and something years?—isn’t much at all.
Me: *mutters* I meant appearance-wise… And anyway… anyway… *realizes what the first sentence meant* Hey, wait a minute. Were you just saying…? Oh ewww…
Kodi: *grins some more and looks away innocently*
Me: *turns to the audience and, while Tara smack Kodi upside the head, and says* I’m sorry about that, I really am… I don’t know what came over Kodi… He’s not a perv in my stories, it’s just in short, fun scenes like this that I just can’t seem to control him anymore…
Kodi: I’m the one who needs to be watched over? If I correctly recall, you’re the one sitting at your laptop, by yourself, typing up something about you talking to your characters—who, by the way, do not exist. That pervy comment was all you.
Me: I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, really I couldn’t… I’m sorry!!!!
Tara: Dear God…
Me: emo
Kodi: *sigh, and goes over the whole ‘it’s okay’ thing for what seems like the millionth time* It’s all right, we understand you can’t help it… Remember, we’re always here for you…
Me: Awww, thank you!!! *hugs Kodi, resulting in a pained expression on his face, as he’s not too keen on being hugged*
Tara: *whispers, which I’m cheerfully oblivious to* Isn’t the whole ‘we’re always here for you’ thing kind of the problem? I mean, we’re sort of the evidence of her complete insanity…
Kodi: Aren’t all writers pretty much just people who enjoy their insanity, instead of trying to hide it?
Tara: Ahhh… you have a point…
Kodi: *pulls my arms from the death-grip around him*…Where were we…?
Me: OOOH!!! OH! *frantically waves hand in the air*
Kodi: >.< Yes?
Me: I… can’t remember.
Tara: *to Kodi* So… who the hell is she?
Kodi: …someone…
Tara: *glares rather effectively*
Kodi: All right, okay! She sort of created us… She writes about us, and whatever she thinks up, we’re pathetically forced to do…
Tara: o.o
Kodi: She’s really not as ditzy as she sounds… She just gets bored with writing about her normal self, and always ends up making herself either seem stubborn like you, or a bit clueless…
Tara and me: *react immediately to what Kodi said about us, both hissing* DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
Kodi: Or a bit of both. See the resemblance?
Me: *fixed stare at Kodi* Who are you calling a ditz?
Kodi: Not you… It seems you’ve transformed from clueless Cheese to stubborn Cheese… Now I wonder, will you and Tara get along, or will you rip each other’s heads off?
And then…
-Cue the dramatic music-
-Cue the dramatic music-
Me: This is a bit off-topic, but I’m angry with Microsoft Word. It says you aren’t real.
Tara: *frowns* So now the computer program talks to you?
Kodi: That’s never good…
Me: I DIDN’T MEAN THAT! It’s just when I typed that bit Kodi said about how I was ‘talking to your characters—who, by the way do not exist’, the grammar-check-thingy said that the word ‘who’ should be changed to ‘which’, which would imply that you are inanimate. But you exist… Such a rude grammar check, has no respect for decent characters… *grumbles some more*
Tara: *whispers to Kodi* So should we tell her…?
Kodi: We’ve tried. She seems convinced we actually exist.
Tara: Psycho, much? *Doesn’t notice that I’m listening in on their conversation*
Kodi: Shhh! So maybe she’s a little strange, but she still has the ability to control us…
Tara: DON’T remind me.
Me: Psycho, huh? *Pulls a notepad and pen out from nowhere, clicking the pen threateningly*
Tara: I mean… I just… KODI, STOP HER!
Kodi: I can’t! She has complete control! And—wait, where’d she get the pen and notepad?
Me: *looks maniacal* It’s my fantasy… I can do whatever I want… Like this! *Puts the pen to paper and starts writing furiously*
Kodi: Noooo, don’t— * jumps forward to stop me, then falls back and starts tap-dancing*
Tara: …Fantasy? Seems more like a nightmare…
Me: *raises eyebrow*
Tara: On second, thought, however, it’s not exactly everyday I get to watch Kodi tap-dance….
Me: *scribbles some more words down, two comfy recliners appear, and I extend an arm to one, looking at Tara* Want to watch the show?
Tara: *grins* Heck yes! *Flops down in the chair, as I climb into the other one*
Kodi: *tap-dances* Tara, you’re not going to go along with this, come one, Tara…
Tara: ^___________^
Me: Don’t make me give you a sparkly crown. =D
Kodi: -_-
