Celwriter: lovely stuff here. Sitting on my bed, typing stories cuz I have no romance life, no guy to spend hours IMing at night (you know who I'm talking about, Mary, the Canadian with the hot laugh and accent who's twenty-something and just a friend, yah, Alvin, no fair)
Mary: he also sings (sigh)
Celwriter: but do I have someone like that, no, no boyfriend, no interest, and the worst part, I go to an all-girls school. What fun!
Mary: Alvin better get on (IM) soon, I'm getting Alvin withdrawal.
Celwriter: Well, don't start eating your pj's again. (to readers in a whisper) she hyperventilates and eats inedible things
Mary: I heard that!
Celwriter: Anywho, next chappie.
Chapter 28
Cel stared. What was he doing here, of all places? She tapped the bartender.
"What does he go by here?" she asked, pointing the man out.
" 'im?"
"Yes."
"Red-handed Ricky. Shows up often. Goes off and plunders with his friends. Very good with a sword."
"Thanks." Cel tossed him a coin and tried to leave without being seen.
"Hey!" a familiar voice called. It wasn't 'his', but his companion's who Cel also knew. She walked over.
"I'd like to introduce you to a full pirate friend of mine, Ricky meet..."
"Cel," a voice interrupted. Cel looked him in the eye.
"Hey, Philip," she said.
"I see you know each other already."
"Yes," Philip said without taking his eyes off Cel. She kept her eyes on him.
"I guess you guys might want to talk..." the friend started.
"Yes," Cel said.
"I guess I better leave," he said, turning.
"Good idea," Philip said.
"What are you doing here?" Cel asked
Celwriter: what is Philip doing here? And why did he take the name Ricky? Does she really need a constant reminder like that?