525 - Let's Play
by Alessa
"What are you writing?"
"A story."
"What about?"
"I dunno... Lesbians n'stuff. It's supposed to be 525 words long. Or less."
"Why 525?"
"That's the rule. It's for competition."
"Why not 500?"
"No idea, Chloe."
"That's stupid."
"Yeah, whatever."
"So... Umm... Wanna play?"
"Not now, shmoopy."
"You can finish this later, y'know?"
"I've no time. It's due in by the 1st."
"But you don't even know what the story is about."
"I told you... lesbians, one younger, one older... making out. Maybe even more than two. But then it gets complicated and you can't express all the drama with 525 words."
"What drama?"
"Little girls are drama queens."
"And you're an old fart."
"But I'm smarter than you."
"Prove it!"
"For the start I'm writing literature. What are you writing?"
"I write litrechur for my English class."
"Alright, what does vexatious mean?"
"It means you're stupid."
"No, it means annoying. Like you are."
"So what? I'll grow up too and be smarter than you."
"Don't rush it. You're cute as you are."
"So won't you play with me?"
"I have to think about what to write, kiddo."
"You could write about us... like playing or sumtin'?"
"It's supposed to be sexy."
"We can play something sexy."
"You're ten. You don't know what sexy is."
"When we kiss... that's sexy."
"Shut up monkey-girl, I'm writing."
"No, you're not. You're just staring at the screen."
"Because I have to listen to you, twit."
"You're a twit!"
"If you don't leave me alone, I'll write about you and then everyone will read how annoying you are."
"Who is everyone?"
"People who read stories online."
"Why would they read about me?"
"They think little girls are sexy when in fact they're exasperating."
"I just want to play. Why can't we play?"
"We play all the time, Chloe.
"I'll pretend I'm sexy. Would you play with me then?"
"Of course not. I have to finish this story."
"You're lying. I know you like it."
"And so do you, but not when you're watching your favourite toons."
"Cartoons are fun. Writing is not."
"Chloe, I'm not gonna argue with you any more!"
"Fine! I'll take off my clothes and then we'll see..."
"Do what you want."
"I will! I'm taking off my shoes and socks."
"I don't care..."
"Look Alessa! I'm taking off my shorts now. I'm in panties."
"I'm too busy writing right now to look at you, sweetie."
"You peeked, I saw you!"
"No, I didn't."
"Yes you did!"
"Nope..."
"I'm taking my T-shirt off... There, you did it again!"
"Put your clothes back on, Chloe. You'll get cold."
"You put them back on me!"
"I'll never finish the story this way. Why are you so naughty today?"
"Look at me, Lessa! Look at me!"
"I don't want to look at you!"
"I'm taking off my panties..."
"Are you crazy!? What if someone walks in?"
"I'll tell them you wanted to play with me."
"Chloe, if you don't put your clothes back on I'll never play with you again."
"I'm all naked, Alessa. Come and play with me!"
"No, I won't play, Chloe. I'M WRITING A STORY!"
"OK, I'll come to you then..."
"Fuuuck!"