Title - Caffeine and a Mouse
Disclaimer – I do not own minesweeper. If I did, I would probably be able to beat it every time I played…..and I can't….sob... Also, to my regret, I don't own Pepsi or any of their wonderful caffeinated beverages. I buy and drink them to sustain consciousness during Algebra II. That's all.
Summary – An addiction gone too far…
Dedication – Yes, this is for some people. This is for Sarah, Cat, and Sean, for their incessant evilness and urging to write something when I am fresh out of ideas. See guys! This is all your fault! This wretched thing it your doing, not mine! Muhahahaha!
Author's Notes – I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this. It was late, and I was scrolling through the topics, looking for something to write about. Please do not stone me for my lack of creative ability. It was late, and I had consumed copious amounts of Wild Cherry Pepsi, my ultimate creative tool with exception to my brain. I have a feeling that I just needed to get this out of my system so I can begin truly writing again. Please bear with me through the torture that is this fan fic. I deeply apologize for any trauma this may cause.
The glow of my laptop screen permeated the pitch black of my subterranean living room, illuminating my face that was contorted in concentration. It was 4 o'clock in the morning and I was still going strong. It was an unplanned all-nighter, but I was fairing quite well under monotonous conditions considering my caffeine level. Empty chip bags and Wild Cherry Pepsi cans littered the space at my feet, making my normally spotless floor look like that of a college dorm room. The only sounds that broke the silence were that of the clock on the mantle and the continuous rapid clicking of my mouse.
My eyes were locked on the screen of my computer, taking in everything while desperately blinking to stay moist. I didn't care that it was a school night that had turned into a school morning, or that I had exams later that day. I was determined to beat that damn game or pass out trying!
Click….click…. "Damn!"…thud! "Ow…."
My head hit the keyboard for the 5th time that night. The ever addictive game also had a very low win/loss ratio for me. Well, 0:583, but it did not matter! I picked my head up from my keyboard and continued my assault on my mouse, determined once more to destroy the evil smiley.
About 174 games later, my mother came downstairs to check the weather channel like she does every morning, her hair going in all directions as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, yawning to full extent, her glasses perched lopsided on her nose.
"You're up early…" she said, still without her eyes open. "Did you leave some homework 'til the last minute again or…..where did all this pop come from? You didn't stay up all night….did you?" She came up behind me to see my screen.
"Minesweeper!"
"Yes yes! Shhh! I've only got three more flags to go!"
"Oh, I'll give you flags!" In one motion closed my laptop…on my left hand.
"Ow!" Again, pain. Physically, and mentally.
"Go get ready for school. You're not getting this back for a month!" she said, opening my laptop slightly and sliding my aching fingers out of the way before snapping it shut again.
Whimpering, I headed upstairs, fatigue finally setting in when I saw my made bed in the corner of my room. I was half-tempted to go to sleep, but something told me that would not improve my mom's mood.
If there was one this I learned from this experience, it was to not to trust your own judgment with Wild Cherry Pepsi in your system.
(Yes. I know it is bad. Maybe now I can put my time and energy into something worthwhile now that that's out of my system...sigh...We can only hope.)