A cold hand settles on my shoulder. I scream and jerk away, flinging my computer and ripping my headphones out. A frenzy of electronic music leaks out the speakers. I look up and scowl, "William how many times- he grabs his ears, and gives me a pained look.
I roll my eyes, and pause the music.
"Hell's Teeth! What was that screeching?"
"It was just dub step... you know what, never mind." I close the tab, "What?"
He looks around with slight amusement.
I hold up a finger, "Don't say it."
"You've cleaned." He said with his ever so patronizing grin.
"Yes, I am not always a slob."
"I was unaware."
I give him a forced smile, "Look I am kind of busy, and I don't have time to deal with you and your sarcasm."
"How you injure me." His hand touched his chest with platitude.
"If only," I said swatting at him.
He ignored my half hearted attempt at hitting him, as he leaned over and squinted at my screen.
"You have only written a paragraph." He scoffed.
I bit my lip to keep from telling him where the next paragraph was going to send him.
"I am not fond of it." He said, his brow wrinkled.
"Of what," I said popping a chip in my mouth.
"This chapter," He said, giving me a piercing look.
I smiled and patted his cheek, "I'm so glad I don't care."
He straightened, "I thought we had agreed that, this particular part of my history would not be told."
"I made no such agreement. " I mumbled around my half eaten chip.
He crossed his arms over his chest, " I won't let you write it."
"I am aware, I have had no end of troubles writing it, but I promise you it will be told." I typed another three words to prove my point.
"I am struggling to grasp, why you would want to." He said looking put out.
"It shows people another side of you, it shows them what shaped you." I held out a chip, but he shook his head.
"Sounds dreadfully dull, I'm sure there is something more sensational to be found." He pulled at the string lights around my headboard.
"People want pain, they want realism, and I am giving them that." I said, gesturing dramatically to prove my point.
"At my expense of course."
"Of course," I chirped, "and the expense of my sanity."
He was quiet, which was always a cause for concern.
"I thought you were over it." I said softening my voice.
"One never gets over something like that." He flipped through my scrawled notebooks, his face dark.
"It wasn't really your fault, Will."
He met my gaze, his eyes glazed. " I killed her," he whispered. "I fear it was my fault."
I took a quick breath. "I am sorry."
He slammed the notebook shut, "I am more concerned with the fact that you keep mentioning my love of, as you would say 'Blondes'. Do you want Belle to torture me with that."
I smiled "You were upset that she wasn't her sister, who is in fact blonde. I'd say they are your preferred type."
"Perhaps before, but 'blonde' or not her sister is a viper. Not someone I would choose to associate with, so I can assure you. I have amended my ways."
"Hardly, you may have Belle fooled, but I know you." I said, snatching back my notebook.
"Do you, and what exactly does that imply." He manged to look almost concerned.
"You are an insufferable sot, and you always will be, love." I did my best imitation of his accent, putting emphasis on 'love'.
He chuckled,"That was almost passable, but now I will have to sit here and pester you." He pulled out my piano bench and sat down.
"No, no I take it back, just leave me alone." It was well after midnight, and I needed peace.
He smiled."Then I suggest, you rethink you current course." He studied his fingernails.
"I refuse, to be bullied by you. It took me along time to write this paragraph." I tried to sound strong, but my voice came out as more of a whine.
"I have time." He said looking relaxed.
I clenched my jaw determined to show him, who was in charge.
We sat in silence, his look was that of a self satisfied prat.
"Fine," I spat."
He stood up with a wide grin.
I hit the back button, slowly erasing my lines.
He bowed mockingly, and with a "Thank you, love." he was gone.
I let go of the button and smiled. "I won't write about 'blondes' anymore."
I allowed myself a small feeling of victory, before I go back to the tedious process of writing.
And that my dear readers is why I have such a hard time writing. I'm not sure what to call these post so if anyone had any ideas. Feel free to state your opinion.