Chapter 8: Puppy eyes

When we finished every Spiderman comic I owned (we only have a few), we pretty had nothing else to do. Charles wanted to play the Spiderman 2 game, but I objected that.

"Why?" Charles asked. "You love this game."

"Not when Otto's here! We'll be going against him!"

Otto laughed. "You don't always have to root the bad guy kiddo," he replied, "especially me. Besides, this video game sounds fun."

"It is!" Charles exclaimed. "You get to swing around the city and go into places you want!" Charles turned on the game. I sighed. If Otto's not offended of this game, then I'm happy. We started in new game for Otto to get familiar to the game. We already finished story mode the week we got this game, but we're still trying to finish the whole thing.

While Otto was playing, I got up to check on Sean in his room. He was in his room, with the TV on, but he was also sleeping in his bed with his action figures surrounding him. I smile. At least he's being a good boy.

When I turned off the TV and walked outside, closing his door, I checked my watch. It's 3 PM. My mom won't be home until at least 6 PM. I sigh. Just three more hours before mother naggings about Otto and freedom. I just pray that my mom accepts. She's always okay with me liking the bad guys. When I watch a TV show or movie, I usually move to the baddies. Well, I move to certain baddies. Like on Sonic the hedgehog, I loved Shadow or Dr. Eggman. And like in the Matrix, I loved Agent Smith. Before I even met Otto, I loved Agent Smith. Well, I still love him, but now I love Otto more.

I lean my back on Sean's bedroom door and began to silent laugh. Everything's happening so fast, I'm welcoming the real-life Otto to my life. I just pray that this isn't a dream.

Usually when we're home alone, I would go onto and read a couple of fanfics before I write one. But not today. I'm not doing anything today, but to hang out with my favorite guy. And that's every teenager's dream right? To stay with their favorite person? Whether he or she's famous or popular or just your best friend, it's a dream. And I'm going to enjoy ever second of my time with Otto.

Who knows? I might be able to live around him for the rest of my life. He might not be able to go back to his world. Not like I'd want to or he'd want to. I think that if I'm living in a fictional world, I would love to live in the non-fictional world and walk around being famous and all. Nah, I wouldn't like the attention.

And neither would Otto. Yeah, he was famous, for being a Scientist. But being famous for being a fictional scientist living in the real world is an entirely different thing. But Gods! Otto's got to be the first fictional character in the entire history of the universe to exist. For real.

Now I'm getting excited. I'll be famous...no, I don't want to get that kind of attention. I'm actually a shy type. I couldn't get on stage unless I'm really concentrated on something at hand, like a basketball game.

Humming "The Scientist" by Coldplay, I went to my room to get my drawing pad and pencil. It's filled with anime drawings that I drew. Apart from the fact that reading and writing fanfics is my favorite hobby, drawing manga/anime is another one of my best talents. I'll probably make a graphic novel someday and publish it. But I have other careers I want to be like, a teacher or a movie screenplay writer.

When I grabbed my stuff, I sat in one of the recliners in the TV room, and opened to a white and empty page, and began to draw Otto anime version. He doesn't pay attention of me drawing him, since he was too busy fighting Rhino in the video game, and it makes that easier drawing him.

For the rest of the 3 hours time, I drew or write, and Charles and Otto switched turns playing Spiderman.

"Man! This is kinda fun!" said Otto once, after beating Mysterio. I smile. I'd never knew Otto could act like that, adapting to childish styles like playing YGO or video games.

When it was around 6:20, the door opened up. My heart stopped. Mom is home.

"Mom's home!" I screamed.

Otto didn't hear. He was too busy trying to beat his video game version self at the bank heist (o.o). Charles stood up as well.

"Is she going to let me stay?" Otto asked.

Quickly, not knowing what to do, I dragged Otto off the game and stuffed him in my room, slamming the door. Rosie was awake at the time and ran to greet mom, wagging her tail. Good, she distracted mom. I turned to Charles, who turned off the game.

"What are we going to do?" Charles asked.

"I want you to keep Otto busy in my room. Play with the sega dreamcast or something. Mom and I are going to have to talk."

Charles nodded and zoomed to my room, slamming the door afterwards. I hurried to the front room to greet mom. She closed the front door.

"Hey," she said, "Where's the boys?"

"S-sean is sleeping and Charles is in m-my room." I feel so nervous. Here goes...

"Mom? I have a question to ask you. It's really urgent. Probably the most important question of my life."

"What's that?" She asked, putting down her suitcase. She's wearing a business-like dress, and I can observe that the stuff in her suitcase are test sheets for retarded people. But that's not important.

"Mom, if I found a famous celebrity like Tobey Mcguire or Will Smith or anybody while you're at work and I let them in our house?" My heart is beating at a fast rate. I'll probably get a heart attack if she says no.

"Well, I doubt a celebrity would come in a house that's unattended without adult supervision."

"Yeah, but answer the bloody question! Would it be okay to let him in?"

Mom sighed, reading my face like a book. "What did you do this time? Did you let a stray dog in?"

I laugh. Otto is never close to being a stray dog. Well, maybe except he has puppy eyes.

"No," I say. "Far from it..."

I began to grab and pull her towards to my room. I could hear the Dreamcast game on. I stop by my doorway before I placed my hand on the doorknob.

"Mom, remember Doctor Octopus?" I ask.

"Well yeah, you couldn't stop talking about him!"

"Well," I began to say. I could hear my own heartbeat. This would probably be worst than an SAT test. Well, maybe as worst. I slowly opened the door, as if I'm doing something that might result the end of the world. This is it...this is it...

"Meet Otto..." I closed my eyes, getting ready for the blow...

But there was no scream or sound of shock.

I opened my eyes. My mom was staring, speechless. She looked like she's ready to scream, but no sounds came out. Otto is sitting on my bed, reading my Michael Crichton book, "The terminal man." Charles is playing Sonic the hedgehog on the sega dreamcast. Everything as deadly silence...

Quickly and unsure what to do, Otto jumped up from my bed and threw the book back on my bookself. He looked like he was sweating to death.

"Ahem," said Otto, breaking the silence, "Hello Mrs. Hollis."

My mom looked like a living statue. She kept staring at the tentacles, hoping that they wouldn't hurt her kids. But she saw the movie and saw that how much pain he endured. Even after we saw it, I kept going around saying how he's in pain and agony. Mom understands and accepts me for liking Otto, even if he's way older than me. I just hope to see good results when we meet him in real life.

Otto smiled at my mom and reached his hand for her to shake. This shook her from shock.

"I'm sure you remember me as Doctor Otto Octavius? Or maybe, Doc Ock?" He began to smile a warm smile. Not a villainous smile, but a regular human smile, one that can charm a woman. My heart melted when watching that smile. "I must say, your daughter has been a nice child, providing me shelter and all. I just don't know how to repay her."

But then, my mom finally screamed.

To be continued...

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