AN: AAAAAANNND I'M BACK. Seriously you people have no idea how motivational reviews are. Seriously.
Oh, and I finished my potato story! Wanna read?
Tim the potato was a potato. He was a very irritable potato, who hated all other potatoes in existence. But there was one potato he liked very much. Her name was Caroline.
Just kidding. He hated Caroline the most.
Every day he woke up he prayed to his almighty Call of Fruity poster for good fortune. And to not run into Caroline.
But every day he did. Probably because Caroline was his wife.
But Caroline was a very nice potato. She did everything to help her husband, but he still hated her potato guts. Though he would sometimes smile at her kindness, he insisted that if he was smiling he was probably irritated.
Every morning when Tim woke up, Caroline would be waiting at his bedside with pancakes and bacon. She would feed him, dress him, and wave goodbye as he sped off to work. Then she would clean the house, do the laundry, and watch the Oprah Spudfrey show all day until he returned.
When he did, she would make him dinner, and even dessert occasionally. But still he hated her. She would tolerate the loud, gory TV shows he watched every night while she tried to go to sleep, but still he hated her. She would make him lunch, buy him new video games, and laugh at his cheesy jokes no matter how dumb they were. But still, he hated her.
Despite all this, for the longest time she loved that old potato. But the more she loved him, the more he hated her. Then one day Caroline decided she'd had enough. So she cut him into thin strips and tossed them in the fryer.
Caroline the potato was the inventor if the french fry.
TADAAAAAA okay now I'm gonna type the actual story. Heh.
Chapter 3: Speculations and Spray Paint
-Earlier-
"There's no way." Jodie insisted. Aiden listened eagerly as Mr. Dawkins explained his plan. "Please..." He begged silently.
"We tested it out, and it has about a seventy-three percent chance of working." He said. Jodie shook her head and crossed her arms stubbornly. "Yeah, right. It's a can of freaking spray paint."
"Not spray paint, we call it ERS." He said, pushing the can closer to her. Jodie eyed it suspiciously. "ERS?"
"Entity revealing spray."
"Why not 'can-a-shit?'"
"So funny I forgot to laugh. Now stand up."
Jodie scoffed and complied, kicking the chair under the table as she did so. She rolled her eyes as the so called 'scientist' shook the can and re-read the label.
"So I'm just supposed to...spray it?" He said, aiming it at the irritated brunette. She rolled her eyes. "Well it's in an aerosol can, so most likely." She continued with the sarcasm, aiming to get on every nerve he had. Nathan glanced up at her over his glasses.
"I could do without the sass."
"Sorry, I don't have an 'off' switch." She smirked slightly. Nathan ignored her comment and pressed down on the white nob atop the silver can.
Jodie covered her mouth with her hand to contain her laughter. Nathan blinked and shook his head, his glasses coated in a nearly translucent liquid. He removed his glasses and wiped them off on his suit jacket, seemingly unfazed.
"The black dot is supposed to be pointed at me, genius." Jodie tried, but her laughter bubbled up in her throat and overran the sarcasm. "What century were you born in?"
"Obviously not this one," he chuckled, and tried once more with the can. This time he hit his target, but did not gain quite the same reaction.
Both Jodie and Aiden screamed as the silvery mist hit their skin, but only Jodie's could be heard. It burned like it was going to sear the skin right off of her arms. She doubled over and eventually collapsed to her knees, and Nathan finally realized what was happening. He tossed the can to the side and knelt down beside the poor girl, his hand on her back.
She rubbed her arms as if she were cold, but in actuality it was just the opposite. She shivered and bit her lip. "It... it doesn't work, Nathan..." She whispered.
Then he saw it. A teenage boy, who was thin and frail. He was all blue, and seemed to take the shape of the remnants of mist still hanging around in the air. He had shaggy hair and big eyes, but the shade was unclear. He was staring at Jodie, a sad and empty look in his eyes.
As soon as he had appeared, he was gone. Nathan stared at the space he had been with disbelief.
"Jodie..." He said. She shook her head, which was still pressed against her knees. "No... I'm going to bed..." She said. Nathan watched as she slowly stood up and staggered toward the door, her head down and her hair covering her face.
The door slammed behind her. Nathan sighed and smiled a little, but his eyes didn't smile with him.
"It did."
AN: Shut up I know it's dumb but I do what I want. If you don't like it then get out. Heh, just kidding I like you people. :3
So I was brainstorming ways to make sense of what happened in the last chapter and this is all I could come up with. I'm not that creative.
AND FOR GLOB'S SAKE I ALREADY KNOW THAT THEY'RE TWINS. PLEEEASE IF YOU'RE GOING TO REVIEW DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SAD. AND I DUN LIEK BEIN SAD.
Blegh. I'm typing in a car right now and it' super bumpy so. I am not in the mood for editing. So if some random word pops up out of nowhere blame autocorrect and leave it at that. You get the point.
Later, losers!
-TRG