"It's not my bad..." Mystery's Story (DISCONTINUED)

Ch. 8

Mystery's POV:

Dear paper,

I've pulled my first all nighter. Rex gave me a stack of paper yesterday, and I've been using it like a diary, or a journal. I still haven't figured it out yet, but I've heard him out there talking to himself. At least, I think it was himself. He's said things like "I won't listen to him..." and "Jeremy won't be cooped up inside for long..." I've been listening to him since, but I haven't brought it up in our occasional conversations. Let's see what happens :)

I finished the smiley face, tossing the paper aside. I really am interested in what Rex is talking about with himself, but I better leave him be. I still have more important things to do, like keep myself sane for just a little longer. But in the meantime, I'll just keep eavesdropping until it bores me. We'll see what the future will behold.

Rex's POV:

"It's funny, really. Me listening to Alfred, thinking he knows anything about MY HUSBAND. MY. HUSBAND. I'm not going to drive him nuts keeping him like an overprotective mother. Tomorrow, he's going to live life like anyone else would. I don't care what happens." I grinned, losing myself. "No. No! Why not now? It's never too early!~" I sang to myself, dancing around the room like a toddler.

"No, keep yourself together, Rex. You know debating whether or not your going to listen is going to drive you about as nuts as Jeremy. You need to take a breath, and sleep on it. Tomorrow, you will let him go. But you should care of something happens."

It's been back and forth lately. Crazy and empty headed, then Reasonable and calm. I wonder what me and Jeremy would be called then. Maybe the Crazy Couple, or something. I don't know, but it's something to think about. I care about Jeremy a lot, so maybe I should let him free tomorrow. I really like ham. Ugh, I should just focus my mind on one thing. How hard is it? I need sleep...