1x1 with Maggy and Hazel #2

Ellie Douglass
I watched him laughing, slightly confused "Don't know what?" I scowl.

"I was, like, a celebirty five years ago, here in New York. My poor dad; people'd stop him on the street with questions like,"Is that your son? Does he really have an IQ just below 170? Can we take a picture?" And then poof. No one remembers you. That's fame for you,"Zach finished.

Ellie Douglass
"How do I know you're not lying" I say, scanning his face. I don't recognise him, though I have been living quite far away from New York for the last three years.

"Well, I could write when I was two and a half, and I have learnt foreign languages over time. Oh, and I am a soon to be teacher."Zach said like it was no big deal.

Ellie Douglass
"Oh.." I paused for a second "You're still not getting the remote." I say, still looking at him.

"Oh, sugar. Of course I am not getting the remote,"Zach said as he got up."I will simply do this."He walked to the TV and clicked the off button."As disguisting as it is, schadenfreude can be a good feeling."Zach said. Schadenfreude was German for enjoying in someone's unsuccess or pain, and my, did Zach's r's growled, like a tiger. Lord thank the Germans, if nothing but making the growling r's. More intense than the French ones and much more edgier.((extra hot))

Ellie Douglass
I scowled "That is cheating" I say, placing the remote down on the table.

"No, that's Sparta. Literally. If you don't like the positions fuck them up."Zach said and went back to his beanie bag.

(Blocked, sorry ;-; )

(same. Any ideas before the drunken night?)

Ellie Douglass
I sigh, walking out the room. I return with a notebook and pen, then plonk myself back on the sofa. I open the notebook and begin writing.

"Whatcha doin'?"Zach asked in an uninterested voice barely looking up from his book- but this time it was a A. C. Doyle novel, with a dark shadow of a man on the cover.

Ellie Douglass
"Why do you care?" I asked, doodling in the corner of the page, thinking what to write.

"I do not care, but your disinterest in the field of writing is kind of bothering me."Zach said as he made his sitting position even more comfortable.

Ellie Douglass
"If you do care then why ask?" I say, glancing at him "And what makes you think I am not interested in writing?"

"Because you're not writing, you're scribbling. And I ask because the human mind never fails to surprise me."Zach said. Sometimes he sounded so casual. The other times, well...

Ellie Douglass
"It is called doodling. I am thinking what to write" I say, returning my gaze back to my notebook.

"What did you mean to write in the first place. 'cause, you know, I can help."Zach said flipping the page.

Ellie Douglass
"I doubt you can help. Considering we met this morning. I am writing my autobiography" I say, twiddling my pencil.

Zach made a slight suffocating noise, like he was hiding laughter."Okay then. Why are you writing an autobiography, if one may ask?"

Ellie Douglass
Once again, I scowled at him. "My publisher said it was a good idea. He said that readers of my books wanted to know about my past life"

"Your books? You've published books? What about?"Zach asked, getting somewhat more interested into the topic.

Ellie Douglass
"One or two" I say, chewing on the end on my pencil. "They were teen novels" I add, glancing at Drew who had fell asleep again and was snoring lightly.

"No thank you then."Zach shook his head, going back to his not-interested stage.

Ellie Douglass
I rolled my eyes, returning my attention to the page which was covered in scribbles.