A Real–Life Relationship...
I'm the sidekick to the world's greatest detective. I'm leader to an amazing team of super-powered teenagers. There is only one thing I will never understand and that's women. I live with two but they don't really help seems as they are both aliens.
Damn it, I will never understand why men are so obnoxious. Why bother leaving the house, if I never talk to him. It's stupid. I'm stupid. No, Men are Stupid and I will never understand them, Dressed in that stupid traffic light suit. Just because he saves the world doesn't mean he can treat everyone else like shit. Jesus he makes me act like a fan-girl and he's aren't helping this in the slightest.
It's as if they have to talk twenty-four seven. Do they ever give it a rest? Although I'll admit that sometimes a chat is all I need to feel better. It takes my mind off the pile of paperwork stacked up high on my desk. But that doesn't mean I need to talk about every integrate detail of my life.
Maybe… maybe we don't have anything in common? I know I talk too much and I know that I always force him to acknowledge my presence. This whole not talking thing is really weird. I have seen him since I got angry at him but I refuse to yet again start the conversation. All it takes is a movement of the lips. What's even worse is that really all he needs to do is lift his finger a type. Anything that would show me that he given a damn would help. I wonder if it's just me that getting this relationship stuff all wrong.
It's not that I don't love her, it's just I never get to see her and when we do meet it talk talk talk talk. God it annoys me. Not only is it just all talk but there's also no action. What kind of man does she take me for? I'm male, for pete's sake, I need attention. I've contemplated cheating on her. I couldn't though, I love her and she'd just read my mind and get into one of her hissy fits. It's not that she shouts or screams. She broods, keeping silence until I notice that I've done something wrong. The connection between our minds really does help in that kind of situation.
Stuff it. I put all the effort in any never get a decent conversation. I need intelligence and debate, not just grunts and nods. What annoys me most is that he still lets her hang all over him. It's creepy especially because she has her own boyfriend to hang on. She's like some Christmas tree ornament. God she annoys me. I feel sorry for her poor 'special friend'. It's crossed my mind to flirt with her boyfriend to see how she likes it. It's god damn disgusting. I love him and to have her stick her ugly head in the way of my life is outrageous.
I really could cheat. Well, I do have this girl I could get with. She likes one of my ex's. Trust me I have a lot. Maybe I'm not that good at this whole relationship thing. I need a girl's opinion one that isn't crazy or has inhuman strength. I don't think I have many friends like that any more. I always and I really do mean always, fall for my mates. Obviously it's only the female ones.
I swear he's gay, who else would wear skin tight spandex everyday. I mean really that so abnormal even in our lives. Not to mention uncomfortable for me. I need to stay in control of my emotions. Why doesn't he understand that? I thought of all the people he would be the one who'd understand that the most.
Rave-widow,
Ciao xx