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Greg was lightly dozing, with the familiar weight of Ozymandias across his stomach and the memory of a light jazzy tune playing across his mind as he drifted further into sleep, when a sudden crashing sound made him leap five feet into the air. In the harsh column of light that spilled down on him from his bedroom door having been slammed open, he caught a brief glimpse of a white streak that was Ozymandias getting under the bed. Silhouetted in the door frame was a male shape, and from it was coming Alex’s voice.

“Greg!” shouted Alex. “Greg! Wake up! I need your help!”

“Unh?” said Greg in vague alarm; then “Ow!” as the lights came on and stabbed him in the eyes. “What in the world—”

“Julie broke up with him!” Alex said. “Finally! Like for good! Now’s my chance!”

Greg managed to pull a few of his fingers away from his eyes and squint up at the invader. “Alex, how did you get in here?”

“What?” said Alex. “Brigid let me in.”

“Did she,” said Greg flatly. “That’s dirty pool, even by her standards.”

“What?” said Alex again.

“What do you want, Alex? And why does it involve breaking my door down at midnight?”

“Julie!” Alex said, seemingly ready to wave banners and strike up the band. “She broke up with that jerk of hers!”

“Uh huh. And…?”

“And so this is my chance! Finally! But I need your help.”

“What the heck am I supposed to do about it?”

“Help me come up with ideas,” he said. “You’re a writer! I’m no good at that romantic stuff. Help me think up ways to sweep her off her feet!”

Greg narrowed his one opened eye. “Please tell me you didn’t wake me up and give my cat a coronary just to beg me to play Cyrano to your Christian.”

“Do what to your where now?” said Alex. “Dude, wake up, you’re not making any sense. And come out to the living room where we can work around the table. Where’s your laptop?” He exited, stage left, towards the main section of the apartment.

Greg calmly stood, closed the door, dragged a dresser in front of it, then turned off the light and went back to bed. Roughly thirty seconds later, Ozymandias jumped onto the bed and settled back into place.

-The Gneech

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Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 5th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
There are times where the appropriate term is "It will wait til morning, you moron." This is one of those times.
May. 6th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
Hooray and well handled, Greg!

-=TK, whose dresser is right next to the door in case of just such an emergency
May. 6th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
So what did Greg do that made Brigid retaliate?
May. 6th, 2010 10:28 am (UTC)
He was probably wantonly cheerful in the morning or something similar.

May. 6th, 2010 12:35 pm (UTC)
He was asking for it then.
May. 6th, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
well done
it hook me and after reading it 5 times I finally finish, I just kept getting interrupted. There a good feel to this one. I like it.
May. 6th, 2010 10:29 am (UTC)
Re: well done
Thanks! :D

May. 6th, 2010 06:19 am (UTC)
He said "my cat."

Just a short while ago Greg was all "Getitouttahere! Our rent's gonna go up!"
May. 6th, 2010 10:29 am (UTC)
Cats are like that. :)

Although, whether Ozymandias is his cat, or Greg is Ozymandias's human, is up for debate.

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