My seventh FanFiction! Please enjoy...and review.
Halt sipped his coffee. He expected this to be a relaxing day...a fairly relaxing day, that is. You could never have a full relaxing day with Gilan around.
Will came into the kitchen. He was talking feverishly. Except he wasn't talking to Halt. Or Gilan. He was talking to himself. At least, Halt thought Will was talking to himself.
He was either talking to himself or his shoulder.
Halt raised one eyebrow. "Who are you talking to, Will?"
Will stopped talking in mid-sentence. He smiled broadly. "Why, I'm talking to my imaginary friend, of course!"
Halt almost fell off his chair. Had he heard correctly?
"Imaginary friend?" Halt repeated slowly.
Will nodded several times. "Yup. I just met him today. My imaginary friend's name is Gary."
This time Halt did fall off his chair. Will had an imaginary friend. As if that weren't foolish enough, he had named him Gary.
"Why do you have an imaginary friend?" inquired Halt.
Will shrugged. "It gets too lonely here."
"Gilan's here."
"He's too immature." reasoned Will. He smiled and continued talking to Gary.
Halt sighed. Will was being so immature right now. He sipped his coffee again. And then Gilan entered the kitchen.
He, too, was talking feverishly to himself. Halt guessed that Gilan also had an imaginary friend.
Halt sighed. "Gilan, I'm guessing that you're talking to your silly little imaginary friend."
Gilan stopped talking abruptly. "Why, yes, actually, I am! I'm talking to Bob. He's really interesting, you know. He likes water and strawberries and water and strawberries and water and strawberries and—what's that, Bob?—oh, Bob says that he doesn't like water, he likes tea—well, I guess Bob likes tea and strawberries and tea and strawberries and...did I say tea? I—"
Halt groaned. "I get it, Gilan. Your friend Bob likes tea and strawberries. Now go away."
Gilan pretended to pout.
Halt ignored him and continued to sip his coffee.
Gilan, deciding that the conversation with Halt was over, continued talking with Bob.
"How was your day, Bob? Oh, that's great! Hey, you know that old man over there—" (Halt shot Gilan a glare). "—that's Halt, and Gary's friend is Will. And of course, you know I'm Gilan. Oh, well, I suppose you have lots of friends, too...well, not exactly, I really prefer coffee...no, no, I think cherries are better...say, you want to meet the Ranger horses? You can even ride Abelard, I'm sure he won't mind..."
Halt muttered under his breath, "I'm sure he will mind," as Gilan walked away. Will came back. He wasn't talking to Gary anymore.
"Where's Gary?" Halt asked, though uninterested in the answer.
"He's taking his afternoon nap. He's only four years old, you know. I think Bob's his older brother. Bob's about twelve, I think. I don't know why Gilan bothers talking to a twelve-year-old, it must be terribly boring...anyway, Halt, I'm going outside, I think I'll practice my archery skills..." Will rambled on and on.
Halt held his head in his hands. He had a terrible headache. "Yes, please go outside," Halt said. He longed for two seconds of silence.
Will turned and then stopped. "Halt?"
Halt groaned. This boy was filled to the brim with questions. "Yes?"
"You should get an imaginary friend, Halt. You know, Gary's older brother is about sixty-five years old, you could talk to him when you're bored, I'm sure he'd be very entertaining..."