We the Weirdos

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"If he fits the description, then yes." He said.

"Who fits the description?" A familiar voice asked behind me.

"Speak of the devil," Lysander snorted, "Literally. Beware, Julia, he might be related to some evil greek monster-"

I elbowed him. "I think that's enough," I coughed awkwardly.

"You still haven't answered my question," Aiden said bluntly.

"YOU fit the description of the heart attack-causing, goofy-faced, annoying weirdo." I snapped. I was getting really annoyed with him really quickly.

Lysander grumbled, "Finally."

Yet Aiden didn't seem offended to the least. "You forgot 'absolutely the best looking guy in the history of the world.' And for your information, I gave you a heart attack because of my good looks." He crossed his arms.

"She left that out on purpose," Lysander muttered, "because it's not true."

Aiden took a look at Lysander's grumpy face and his massive height before coughing and said, "I think I should go now... nice to meet you." He flashed a fearful smile before walking away really, really quickly.

"You scared him away-" Lysander cut me off.

"I didn't want him here." He said stubbornly.

"You didn't let me finish, you peanut-sized brain idiot! I didn't want him here either. He already barged in my house yesterday!"

"He did?" Lysander raised an eyebrow.

Something in his voice told me that I shouldn't have said that.

"Uh-huh," I replied cautiously. I'm really grateful I have a head now.

"And what did he do?" He questioned.

He asked more questions than my dad did!

"Tell me he was back from wherever he moved..." I replied.

Lysander narrowed his eyes at me before dropping the topic (thankfully).
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"Let's cut to the chase," Lysander said, clapping his hands, "Are you and Addison dating?"

"Who's Addison?" I asked.

"Goofy face guy." He replied.

"Oh, Aiden? Of course not! What do you think in this small brain of yours?" I asked poking his left temple. "Oh, wait!" I said, "Nothing!"

Yes. I was in an interrogating session with the one and only Lysander Spooner.

Well, other than the other Lysander Spooner that died a billion years ago.

"It seems like you two are very close," He said rather loudly, walking around me in circles.

"Yeah," I agreed, "AND THAT'S BECAUSE WE TOTALLY DIDN'T GROW UP TOGETHER OR ANYTHING!" I yelled louder than him.

I really hope his basement's walls are soundproof. Don't want to scare away the chipmunks.

"Wait!" He exclaimed, "Why haven't you told me this before?"

"Because it never seemed relevant." I replied smoothly, "Plus, you never asked me."

"WELL, IF YOU TOLD ME A MILLION YEARS AGO, I WOULD'VE ACTUALLY HAD SLEEP LAST NIGHT!" He yelled.

"Uh..." I said, not wanting to anger him even more, "Why didn't you sleep again? I feel like I'm missing a few details here."

"I was... wondering." He stuttered. "About maybe he kidnapped you and forced you to tell him every single thing that's happened in your life. Then he could have forced you to listen to him telling YOU every single thing that happened at daycare!" He shuddered.

"I'm... glad that's not true," I told him.

"Yeah," he agreed, "Me too."

"You see, bud... I gotta go." I excused, dashing to the basement door, "Something important."

"Uh-huh," He said skeptically, "And what exactly is this 'important thing' again?"

"More important than being held captive in a basement with tea party chairs," I grumbled.

"Ex-ca-use me?" He asked sassily, like something a Karen would say, "You mean hanging out with your favorite person in the world? Nothing is more important than that. Unless you're dying or something."

"That's it. I'm dying. Can I go now?" I asked impatiently. "Please?"
"No," He blocked the doorway, "Not unless you tell me I'm, like, the best person in the world."

Why does he have to be so stubborn? Plus, there are opinions out there! My third-grade teacher taught me well.

"You're not my favorite person in the world because you 1) haven't ever bought me Cheeze-it's before, and 2) you didn't create them and it looks like your brain can't create more." I snapped firmly.

"Well then," He said, "Let's go get Cheeze-it's because I'd really like to be the best person in the world."

I bet his third-grade teacher never taught him about opinions.
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Hello.

It's me here, still typing this chapter in Computer Science class because the teacher told us to complete makeup work and I completed all the work YEARS ago.

So here I am.

I hoped you liked this uneventful chapter, and I'm pretty sure this book will have one more climatical moment before it ends. Like I mentioned in my post (on my message board), there will be 44 parts in the whole book.

I'm still going through the process of rewriting this book (getting it ready for the Wattys, really).

It's September 7th, and I need to get it all done by September 29th. So empathize. It's hard because I have a really busy schedule. Like, really.

So my to-do list is:

Rewrite chapters 1-28 by September 29th
Finish actually writing my book
Fill out the form for the Wattys.

I know you think it's stupid rushing myself for this, but I'd really like to have something I'd be proud of. Winning an award, yet still balancing updates and school.

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