Congratulations! You've made it to the second chapter, I'm really proud of you. Have a cookie, don't worry I didn't poison them. That's Evelyn's job. Whose Evelyn? You may ask. Well you'll have to just keep on reading to find out. This is a short chapter here. Enjoy!
"So what do you think, about Schrödinger's cat?" I asked while lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. The book I was reading was lying next to me. I didn't know that I was talking to myself, in all honesty I thought I was having a discussion with Carolyn. I discovered a minute or two later that Carolyn was writing fanfiction on some forum. "Are you even listening to me?" I asked, flipping over on my stomach to face Carolyn who was sitting in front of her lap-top.
"Ya," She said absentmindedly, I knew she was lying, her mind was somewhere else. "Something about a dead cat," I sighed at her over simplification. "But anyways, Ian or Jonah?" She continued focusing back in on her fanfiction.
"What?" I asked, a quizzical look crossing my face. I had a feeling that she was doing something 39 clues related.
"Who should I pair Amy with?" She responded as if it were blatantly obvious, which it wasn't. This confirmed my suspicions of it being 39 clues related.
"I don't know! I thought we were talking about Schrödinger's cat!" I exclaimed.
"What's that?" Carolyn asked, finally turning her attention away from "It's a Cahill life" the fanfiction she had been working on for the past month.
"Oh my gosh! It's what I've been talking to you about for the past 15 minutes." Sometimes I really wondered how we were matched together as roommates; while I preferred physics and engineering Carolyn's main interest was literature, music, and chemistry (whether or not she was good at chemistry was a whole different discussion). Her attention was hard to win, and I paid attention to nearly everything.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't realize you were talking to me. You do talk to yourself some times. I just thought you were talking to yourself, so I tuned you out. Sorry," She said timidly, apologizing. The thing was that I couldn't be mad at her. She'd stuck with me through my parent's divorce, she was always there to vouch for me if someone suspected that I had maybe disabled the security system, and she always had my back, and I always had hers. I kept her out of trouble; she kept me out of trouble. We needed each other, without Carolyn I don't know where I would be; probably in another school.
"Sorry I yelled at you, and with that whole Amy thing I'd go with Ian," I said, returning a small smile.
"Good choice, an Amian. Mine will be the best one ever!" She smiled comically and then returned back to the computer, her face illuminated by the electronic glow of the screen.
"Okay," I said laughing a bit. Feeling our conversation come to a close I picked up my book opened it to where I had left off aI nd only a minute or so later I found myself lost in the amazing world of quantum theory.
I told you it was short. Would I lie to you? Well maybe ... but that's besides the point.
Safety Tip: Don't fall out of trees when you're listening into conversations you're not supposed to hear.
