Friday, February 24, 2012

306/365 --Playlist Story-- inspired by "You You You You You" by The 6ths and Katharine Whalen

"But I love him mom!" screamed Bella with tears streaming down her purple face.

"You're grounded!" screamed her mother back and rolling onto the balls of her feet to do it. "You're not allowed back on the internet until you have some rational sense!"

"You can't separate us forever! I'm going to marry him!" Bella spat out the words, then ran for the staircase, thumped up to her bedroom, slammed the door, then made sure to wail extra loud so her pain would be heard by her parents.

"When did things come to this?" asked her father. He stood in the kitchen doorway with a bowl of melted ice cream in one hand and a poised spoon in the other.

"I don't know what we did wrong," said her mother, suddenly sobbing. She sat on the arm of the sofa and slumped, her eyes faraway.

"Tiffany, it'll pass," he said. He walked to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"I can't believe you're not angry about this, Brad," said Tiffany, sniffling.

"Well, she can't get pregnant," he said.

Tiffany scoffed loudly.

"You know, it could be worse," he continued.

"She wants to marry him! That's not even possible!"

"Why not?" asked Brad.

Tiffany shoved his arm off her shoulder and glared at him.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm just saying, maybe it doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters! How can he possibly love her back? How can they have a life together, or children?"

"They could have children like him," said Brad.

"Oh, hell no! I'm not gonna have any virtual grandbabies!"

"Well maybe it's not your choice to make--"

"She's seventeen," said Tiffany sternly. "It's not her choice either. When she's through with college then it's her choice, but until then, absolutely I have a say!"


"My child is not going to marry any virtual person in any simulation, I don't care how real the simulation is and I don't care what famous actor that virtual person looks and acts like."


"No. My foot is down. See this?" She stomp. "Foot. Floor. Down. Final. Shhhhppp!"

Brad looked at his wife for a moment.

"Okay," he said, then slurped up a spoonful of melted ice cream.

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