Actions Speak Louder Than Words (somethingelseyt x odd1sout)

Short Story 4.

(This short story is gonna be long)

Setting: After a party at James house
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Adam: *looking out window* Its raining.

James: Yeah, it is.. are you gonna go because it's 2 AM and everyone else has gone home so-

Adam: -the pizzas gonna be cold.

James: Pizza?

Adam: *holding up a pizza menu* Guaranteed 30 minutes or it's free.

James: Are you trying to tell me something?

Adam: That's a guaranteed 30 years in therapy when I bite down into a cold slice of fresh pizza.

James: *looks around* Is this because I wouldn't play Twister with you?

Adam: it's been 31 minutes. That's dissapointment. That's cold pizza.

*knock knock knock*
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-pizza now on table-
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Adam: Go ahead, open it- No... I'll open it for you *opens pizza box*

James: Wow, uhh, anchovies. That's a trope.

Adam: look again. Anchovies and pineapple. Everything I touch turns to waste. Everything I waste gets recycled. *pulls out gun and puts on skimask* Get in the pizza van, James.

James: woah, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing put the gun down..

Adam: The van, James- GET IN THE VAN.
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Now in the van
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*music playing through radio and Adam holding a gun up to James*

James: Y'know man, I hate this song so.. lemme just.. turn that off.. ehehe..*turns off radio*

Adam: You like the Bee Gees', James?

James: uhm... not particularly..

Adam: Name one of their albums, go ahead, any one of them.

James: I can't really-

Adam: -Parrallel parking. Y'know how to parrallel park?

James: No, I mean-

Adam: -Exactly. It's a myth, created by the CIA to trick us into chasing the elusive dream of attempting to perfect symmetry. We can't play God, James. God is the mirror mate. AND YOUR TIME IS UP-

James: -uh, I'm sorry, where are we going again?

Adam: Oh! We're here.

James: *steps put of car* So.. what exactly are we doing-

Adam: *stretching like he's about to bend a lot* feeling limper, James?

James: *looks around and sees a Twister mat on the ground* Really, man? Really? You brought me out here in the middle of the night just to play Twister?

Adam: Go ahead James, spin the dial.

James: No, I'm not spinning the dial.

Adam: *hold gun up to James* Spin the dial, Jameson.

James: *Spins dial* Left foot to red. Are you happy?

Adam: look again.

James: *looks down and see that there is a paper on it that says "we're not friends anymore" on it*

Adam: Yeah, how's that make you feel?

James: *starts crying*

Adam: That's what I though you little bitch.

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A/N- I have no clue what I just made.. but I hope you enjoyed?