Disclaimer: X-men = Marvel's (damn them!) Poor college student = no money. Don't sue.
I know it's really short, but I thought it would be funny if one of the X-Men got addicted to writing fanfic about himself. It also pretty much sums up my feelings on reviews, I love them, but they are soooo addictive! So please feed me more of my poison, read & review.
Bobby sat in front of his computer screen practically drooling, just like he had for the past five nights. "Come on, come on." He urged as he slid the arrow over to the refresh button and clicked. "Come on!" He practically shouted waiting for the web-site to reload itself. "Hurry up!" Finally the pictures came completely into focus and he narrowed his sights on one particular field. "Woo-hoo! I got a new one!"
"Drake I'm gonna kill you! Shut the hell up in there!" Logan yelled, muffled by the wall between their rooms.
"Sorry Logan." Bobby shouted back, then clicked on the highlighted number in anticipation. "Stupid slow computer." He muttered waiting yet again for his nightly fix. Once it was finally on the screen he began to mouth the words as he read. "Nice story, but the real Iceman wouldn't react that way." He looked at the screen in shock. "What?!"
"I'm warnin' ya bub!" Logan yelled, pounding on the wall.
"Sorry!" Bobby shouted back. "Real Iceman wouldn't act that way! What do you know you stupid prick!" Bobby hissed at the computer. "I hate all these readers. You hear that, you all suck. Especially the ones who don't post reviews." Minimizing the window Bobby headed back to bed and laid down. "Forget them." He muttered, flopping over on his side, then his other side, then onto his stomach. But before he knew it he was back at the computer screen again, reloading his statistics page. "Come on people, review me." He watched as the purple number 6 appeared in front of him again. "No!" He snarled and sat back to wait extremely impatiently for the fifteen minutes it would take the fanfic page to update the numbers. "This is pure torture, you hear me." Bobby hissed at his monitor, while his hand shook on the mouse. "I need more reviews!!! Love me, worship me, write to me!!!!"
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"Jean." Scott said to his wife as they got ready for bed. "I've been worried about Bobby, he doesn't look like he's been sleeping very well lately. Do you think you could talk to him, see if something's up?"
Jean sat down and pulled the covers over herself. "I'll talk to him first thing in the morning."
I know it's really short, but I thought it would be funny if one of the X-Men got addicted to writing fanfic about himself. It also pretty much sums up my feelings on reviews, I love them, but they are soooo addictive! So please feed me more of my poison, read & review.
Bobby sat in front of his computer screen practically drooling, just like he had for the past five nights. "Come on, come on." He urged as he slid the arrow over to the refresh button and clicked. "Come on!" He practically shouted waiting for the web-site to reload itself. "Hurry up!" Finally the pictures came completely into focus and he narrowed his sights on one particular field. "Woo-hoo! I got a new one!"
"Drake I'm gonna kill you! Shut the hell up in there!" Logan yelled, muffled by the wall between their rooms.
"Sorry Logan." Bobby shouted back, then clicked on the highlighted number in anticipation. "Stupid slow computer." He muttered waiting yet again for his nightly fix. Once it was finally on the screen he began to mouth the words as he read. "Nice story, but the real Iceman wouldn't react that way." He looked at the screen in shock. "What?!"
"I'm warnin' ya bub!" Logan yelled, pounding on the wall.
"Sorry!" Bobby shouted back. "Real Iceman wouldn't act that way! What do you know you stupid prick!" Bobby hissed at the computer. "I hate all these readers. You hear that, you all suck. Especially the ones who don't post reviews." Minimizing the window Bobby headed back to bed and laid down. "Forget them." He muttered, flopping over on his side, then his other side, then onto his stomach. But before he knew it he was back at the computer screen again, reloading his statistics page. "Come on people, review me." He watched as the purple number 6 appeared in front of him again. "No!" He snarled and sat back to wait extremely impatiently for the fifteen minutes it would take the fanfic page to update the numbers. "This is pure torture, you hear me." Bobby hissed at his monitor, while his hand shook on the mouse. "I need more reviews!!! Love me, worship me, write to me!!!!"
* * * *
"Jean." Scott said to his wife as they got ready for bed. "I've been worried about Bobby, he doesn't look like he's been sleeping very well lately. Do you think you could talk to him, see if something's up?"
Jean sat down and pulled the covers over herself. "I'll talk to him first thing in the morning."