Hopeless Idiocy Chapter Five
There was no other word for it. Boredom. Raoul, Christine, and the phantom were bored.
Authoress: (((Rubbing her head from writer's block))) Erik?
Erik: What?
Authoress: I don't know what to write.
Erik: Don't look at me.
Authoress: (((Stares at him intently)))
Erik: (((Rolls eyes and starts typing)))
Authoress: (((Gets up and leaves to go to the bathroom)))
All was quiet. Then Raoul started to have an unexpected seizure. Blood was pouring out of his head by the second. And-
Authoress: (((Returns from the bathroom and looks over Erik's shoulder.))) ERIK!
Erik: (((Jumps, not knowing she was there))) What?
Authoress: That's terrible!
Erik: And your point is…
Authoress: (((Sigh))) Anyway, back to the REAL story…
Erik: Do you have any napkins? I'm hungry.
Authoress: (((Holds out napkin holder))) Knock yourself out.
Erik: (((Licks chops)))
"Erik, I'm bored. Do you have anything to do?" Christine looked up at him with round eyes." What was it about her eyes that had this power over him? Raoul laughed coldly.
"Sweetheart, he's an insane murderer who kills people for fun. Of course he doesn't have anything to do." The Phantom triumphantly pulled out scrabble.
"YAY, SCRABBLE!" Christine shrieked, making both men wince. Raoul looked terrified, The Phantom looked pleased that he had made Christine happy, and Christine looked well, happy. Soon enough, the game was set up on the big table in the middle of the room. "How do you play Erik?" Christine asked sweetly.
(((The authoress, with the help of Erik, is now trying to remember out how to play scrabble)))
The phantom explained all the directions to them, with many interruptions from Christine, saying things like "I don't get it!" or "I can't spell!" Finally, they started to play. About an hour in, Christine finished off the word "complication" with an X. The Phantom looked tired and frustrated.
"Complicatiox" is not a word my dear." He said hoarsely. Raoul held his face in his hands.
"Yes it is!" Christine whined. "I just made it up!" The Phantom looked over at her weakly.
"Let's call it a night, shall we?" He said, getting up from the table. Raoul looked relieved. He slowly stood up. Christine looked disappointed, but she stood up too.
Erik: All your readers have most likely stopped reading by now, this is boring.
Authoress: (((Glares)))
Erik: Oh shit.
The Phantom thought for a moment. Then, he grinned.
"Fop face, you're sleeping on the couch. Christine and I will sleep in our bed." He looked rather pleased with himself. Christine giggled.
Erik: NOW it's interesting!
Authoress: This isn't rated M, don't get your hopes up.
Erik: (((Sigh)))
Raoul looked infuriated.
"She will not be sleeping your bed, she will be sleeping with me, her husband!" Raoul declared angrily. Christine looked disappointed.
"But foppy face, you're so boring! All you do is kiss me goodnight!" She pouted.
"What more do you want?" He said, angry now.
"I think I know." Erik sniggered, wrapping his arm around Christine's waist. She giggled again.
"YOU ARE SLEEPING RIGHT HERE!" Raoul screamed, his face turning a light shade of red. Christine walked over to him and sulked for the rest of the night.
When all of them finally fell asleep. All was quiet for about 3 seconds. Then, Christine woke up. Her eyes went wide as she realized she had to pee. Instead of waking Raoul, she woke Erik.
Erik: Is she wearing anything?
Authoress: Yes.
Erik: Damn.
Authoress: You're up to ten bucks now buddy.
Erik: What the hell are you talking about?
Authoress: Swear jar!
Erik: (((Rolls eyes)))
Christine ambled into his room. She started to shake him violently awake.
"Erik!" She whispered loudly. "Erik!" He opened one eye groggily. When he saw it was Christine, he opened both eyes wide and sat up.
"What's the matter darling? Have you come to confess your uncontrollable love to me, have you come here because you need me to comfort you? Have you come here to get what the fop can't give you?"
"No Erik, I just have to pee."
"Oh… the bathrooms that way." He said now looking disappointed. She felt sorry for him, so she kissed him gently on the cheek before hopping down the hallway with her hands between her legs, heading for the bathroom.
(((Erik is now clinging to the authoresses leg, begging her to write more)))
Authoress: Get off me you half masked idiot! Then again…
Erik: (((Un-clings himself and starts sobbing uncontrollably)))
Authoress: (((Mumbles as she pats him on the back))) Imbecile…
A/N: I AM SO SORRY. That took way too long. I have been really busy with a bunch of things I'm doing now. So if you could be patient, I'll get the next one up soon! I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS! PLEASE R&R!