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Chapter Four

As I sit at my friend's house early one morning after getting his daughter ready to go to daycare, Randy decides to show up. He sits down in the couch and looks over my work.

"I see you got the story finished," he replies.

I nod. Great, now the little one is going to think I'm crazy for talking to my muses...meaning, I talk to myself.

"That's good. So?"

I arch my eyebrow.

"The Hunter series."

"Yeah."

"Excellent."

"And the Alberto and Alex story."

"You going to write that at the same time."

"Going to try."

"Okay."

"Silence. I also have another story in the works. One, that is really bugging the hell out of me."

He leans back into the couch. "Do tell."

"It's a story about two couples trying to find a common ground in their shotgun wedding."

"Dear Lord. Who's in it?"

"You, Mike, Morrison, Cena, Jeff, Matt, Mark, Glenn..."

"Wait, who's the two couples?"

"I don't know yet," I lie.

Randy stares at me.

"I keep changing them around."

He nods. "You do realize that you'll be writing four stories."

"I know, but this one is to let everyone know that you muses, most definitely you, keep bugging me." I point at him and jab.

"You know you like us."

"I hate your faces."

He smirks and looks around the living room. "Your boyfriend?"

"If he was my boyfriend, he would have pictures of me up as well. I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't had one in a long while."

"Really?"

I nod. "Men can be retarded sometimes."

"Why not date a woman?"

"Not that many catches my eye."

"Wait...what? Are you bisexual? I thought I was just joking."

I nod. "Thanks to my ex-boyfriend. Most of my male friends are glad that the relationship didn't turn me into an all out man-hating lesbian. Most of them are sad that I'm not going out to rebuild my self-esteem. A few are trying to get down my pants."

"Wow...he must have been a dick-douche?"

"Off and on." I stare at him. "Can we move on from my love life to examine yours?"

"What's wrong with my love life?"

"Your my muse, right?"

He nods.

"What if I want you to bottom for someone?"

He folds his arms over his chest. "We talked about this."

"I'm just asking an innocent question."

"And I answered it before."

I shake my head and stare straight ahead. "How come you haven't been in your room for the past couple of days?"

His eyes grow wide for a second. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Where are you been hiding? I know you're not in Mike's room. I haven't seen Wade around since he first showed up. Did you kill him?"

"Tempting but no."

I rub my upper lip.

He's avoiding my gaze.

"I wonder if Glenn would like to be paired up with Morrison."

I notice his jaw clenches.

"It would be an interesting combination...Beauty and the Beast type story. I think Morrison would go for it. I mean, he has been wanting a story with him and Mike. Or it could be just Morrison and Glenn." I think a moment. "That would be kind of weird and yet, cute. Of course, I prefer a bald Glenn over the long-haired Glenn. For story sake, I would give him back his luscious locks so Morrison could run his fingers through Glenn's hair."

"I was with Glenn, alright? We were talking about shit and I fell asleep in his room!" Randy admits by yelling at me. "We have interesting conversations. Yes, I haven't been in my room for a few days."

I stare at him. "Okay. Um...I was just thinking out loud. You really didn't have to bite my head off. What you do is what you do and what Glenn does is what Glenn does. Wow. I can't believe you admitted that. I would have guessed that you were with Wade or Cena or both."

He glares at him.

"Just saying. Wow...you were with Glenn." Hand me my Oscar, please. "So...what did you guys talk about?"

"Stuff," he says with a shrug. "Music and what we like to read."

"So, you guys talked about everything and yet nothing?"

He nods.

"Did you have fun?"

"It was nice."

I nod and hear a car honk. "Sweetie, time to go!" I got up and escort my little ward off to her Grandmother. I buckle her in and wish her a great time at daycare. I go back and pack up my stuff. "Let's go."

I lock up my friend's house. I get in the car as Randy slides in.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.

"About what?" he counters.

I pull out of the driveway and head for home. We get there and we climb out. Wade waits outside on the porch. He smiles as soon as he sees Randy. No, not at me. At Randy. He slowly stands as we make our way to him.

"Morning," Wade greets.

Randy and I nod. I watch both men. Randy is stiff and standoffish while Wade is relaxed and happy.

"I'm going in," I say and walk passed Wade. As soon as I step in, I notice Glenn staring out the window. "Why don't you ask him to breakfast?"

"Huh?" He looks at me.

"Why don't you ask him to breakfast?" I repeat.

He slowly nods.

What is happening in my house? With my muses? I think. I drop my backpack in the lazy-boy and go to the kitchen. I make myself some coffee and sit beside Mark.

"Is he still at the window?" he asks, never taking his eyes off his paper.

"Yeah," I say. "How long has he been standing there?"

"Since Randy left."

I stare at him.

He nods.

"You don't think..."

"I'm not going to speculate."

I nod. "So, did you like the ending?"

He chuckles.

"I thought you would."

"So, what are your plans?" He places the paper down to look at me.

I sip my coffee. "Well, I'm going to reread the stories I have in the Uploader, correct them, update, and then delete so I can have more space for new stories. I know that I need to update The Brewing Storm, still planning A Love that Comes True, and planning another story."

"A Love that Comes True?"

"It's an Alberto and Alex love story."

He stares at me.

"I'm co-writing it with someone."

He nods. "What's the other story?"

I look out the kitchen door. "I'm thinking either The Gentleman and the Monster or What Happens in Vegas or Human Dolls."

"They're others running through your brain as well, aren't there?"

I nod.

"How many more?"

I count mentally. "At least four or five more."

He rubs the back of his head. "Damn."

"That doesn't include my main novel...the sequel to my first book."

"How many story ideas do you have for your main writing career?"

"Over fifty."

He nearly chokes on his coffee.

"So, do you want to watch 'Supernatural' or 'In the Heat of the Night'?"

"Is Glenn still in the living room?"

"I have like a giant screen in the entertainment room."

"I like the living room."

I get up and peek out the door. "He's still standing there."

Mark grumbles. He gets up and walks up behind me. "Ask his out on a date."

Glenn looks to us and back out the window. He sighs and walks out the door.

"I didn't think he would do it," I says.

"I didn't either," Mark says.

The next thing we know, Glenn walks back in with Randy slung over his left shoulder. He briskly walks passed us. Wade walks in with a stunned look on his face.

"I didn't think he would do that," he says.

I nod.

"What fuck was that all about?" Wade asks, looking at us.

We shrug our shoulders staring where Glenn went off to.

I guess I know what story I'm going to write next.