November 13, 2007
5:30 p.m.

The door to my room opened slowly, a long, low creak resonating through the house. I didn't move; my face was smashed into a pillow and I mumbled "Go the fuck away." Although I'm sure whoever was in there couldn't understand me.

"What?" Percy laughed.

See?

He sat on my bed next to me, his back against the headboard. He didn't say anything else. I turned my head sideways to look at him.

"I said; 'Wud up, yo?'"

"Spoons really get you down then?" Percy cocked his head to the side; "I mean, if I had known you were that sentimental about your silverware-"

"Not all silverware." I sighed; "But, yeah, spoons and me, we go way back." I jerked my head to get my bangs out of my eyes, "I've been using spoons since I was just a baby."

Percy grinned, "Now's when you pull out your slideshow of pictures of you and some spoon eating ice cream and running on the beach."

I hid my smile; "I only have one of those slideshows."

"Oh yeah?" Percy laughed; "And it's you with your Count Chocula doll, isn't it?"

I shook my head; "I traded him in for limited edition Snap, Crackle and Pop bobble heads."

"Right, so that means the slideshow only has one more option."

I averted my eyes and picked at the embroidery on my comforter,"It's me and you, Percy." I tried to say it with as much sincerity as possible. I mean, metaphorically, I did only have the one slideshow.

Percy slid down to lay on his back then rolled onto his stomach and swung an arm around my shoulders. "I was going to guess Dolly Parton. But you and me makes much more sense." He wriggled closer to me and lifted his head to kiss my cheek, "You're right, it's you and me. You and me till the wheels fall off."

Oh, Percy, if only you knew.

November 13, 2007
8:00 p.m.

"Have you ever seriously considered the impracticality of this entire concept?"

I let my eyes roll sideways to look at the person sitting next to me. Their eyes were fixed on the television, a very contemplative look plastered on their pudgy face.

"I mean, seriously. How did they get that faucet thing inside the Peach pit in the first place?"

I focused back on the screen. I hadn't really even been watching the movie. I had been daydreaming, or more like having a day-nightmare...I kept thinking about what Percy was doing right that very minute, and who he was doing it with.

"When did the bugs put clothes on? How did they find sweaters with that many sleeves?"

I glanced up at the clock on the wall near the door. Sick. I felt like I had been slumped down on that lumpy couch forever but it had only been a few hours. I should just go to sleep. I thought.

"And the aunts sunk in the ocean, right? They get out of their car in New York covered in sea weed and dripping wet. Does that mean I'm supposed to believe that they just drove under the water all the way across the ocean?"

I sighed loudly, "Yes, Alex, that is exactly what you are supposed to do." I answered calmly. Alex looked at me.

"It's crazy."

"It's a movie."

"But is it too much to ask for them to be realistic?"

"Maybe it's like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, eh?"

"No." Alex shook his head disapprovingly. I widened my eyes at the glowing screen.

"I'd be willing to believe it."

Alex ignored me and gestured at the screen; "I mean thousands of children are going to watch this movie, and then they're going to think they can drive across the ocean under water and not drown."

"Please, Alex, no one's that stupid." I reached sideways into the bowl of popcorn beside me. When Alex didn't immediately respond, I shifted my eyes to him and stopped with the popcorn poised at my lips. He was glaring at the TV. I stifled a laugh, "No way."

"Shut up." He grumbled and stood up. I struggled from my position enveloped in the cushions and followed him into the kitchen.

"You really believed you could drive across the ocean?" I asked a large stupid smile on my face. Alex stood on tiptoe and reached into a cupboard pulling down a glass. He ignored me and sided past to the fridge. I put my hands on my hips, "Alexander." I said sternly. Alex turned around and gave me the evilest glare I had ever seen.

"Don't be a retard, Sophia." He growled, "James and the Giant Peach just came out."

"Okay so why the sudden IMS?" I folded my arms across my chest and leaned back against the counter. Alex set the bottle of orange juice on the counter beside his still empty glass and sighed.

"You know that fucking book A Little Princess?" He asked, his eyebrows rose half up his forehead so seriously that my barely suppressible laugh struggled up my throat and came out as a hiccup.

"'scuse me." I smiled. Alex rolled his eyes at me but continued.

"Okay so, you know how the little girl tells the maid lady that her doll comes to life whenever she leaves the room?" He looked very perplexed, so I nodded quickly. Then it hit me what exactly he had childishly believed.

"Oh my poor, poor Alex." I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh. Alex shrugged.

"I shut my door and stomped my feet so it would think I was leaving, then I would open the door really fast." He acted out the little scene, as if I couldn't get the full picture without movements. Alex shook his head, "Stupid bear was always just sitting there. I did that for two hours straight one day."

"And it didn't occur to you that maybe it was just a toy after all?"

"Nope." Alex poured some juice into his glass, "I just figured he was really fast."

I took a few steps toward Alex and snatched the dirty trucker hat from his head. He barely got out a protest before I clapped a hand over his mouth. After assuring me he wouldn't curse me out, I moved my hand. I gave him a very serious look and slid his hat onto my head. Then I ruffled his hair, "Maybe he was dead."