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Writer's Block: Remote control
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Good gods. Is this REALLY the level to which you're going to stoop? I thought this was supposed to be about helping people write by giving them interesting prompts. Favorite TV show? Why don't you just ask us what our favorite color is?
Good gods. Is this REALLY the level to which you're going to stoop? I thought this was supposed to be about helping people write by giving them interesting prompts. Favorite TV show? Why don't you just ask us what our favorite color is?
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Zeke allowed himself to smirk Gabe's way; since the infamous 'event', he'd been less apt to use Zeke's new best friend as a punching bag. Now that they were teammates, it was almost an unspoken promise that Gabe would play nice from now on. "Thanks, man," Zeke replied while toweling his hair dry.
"Keep it up and maybe Coach'll switch from 'pussy-prick' to 'asswipe' when he calls on ya," Gabe said with a wry grin. "That's when you KNOW you're on his good side."
"Yea, we'll see. I dunno, still gettin' the hang of it. But it's fun," Zeke replied.
Gabe finished dressing, slipped his sneaks on and sighed. "The team's heading out for pizza at 'Danielle's'. You wanna come?"
While pizza sounded good, Zeke had a ritual to tend to. Games and social events in his calender or not, there were more important things in Zeke's life. "N'aw man, I'm good. Gotta study for Furlong's chem test."
"Hah, your loss. See ya." Gabe slapped Zeke's shoulder and headed out. Zeke sneaked a glance to the clock: 5:50. Later than usual. He'd order out for Chinese to make things move along quicker.
~*~
With a plate full of pork fried rice and chicken fingers, Zeke groaned into a sit on the couch, picked up the TV remote and clicked the VCR on. The tape inside was rewound; Zeke took his first bite happily, though he felt impatient. Wonder if Bianca came outta the closet to Erica yet... was his predominant thought until the tape clicked to a stop. He pressed play immediately.
Perhaps it was a bond he shared with his million-mile-away mother, who'd gotten him into the show through her watching the tapes when he was home. It'd been the Natalie-Janet debacle, all the way back in 1992, that had hooked the 10-year-old Zeke into watching 'All My Children' religiously. He'd come home every day during that storyline, his first question being, "Did Natalie get outta the well yet, Mom??" before flying to the couch for popcorn, soda and soaptastic-fun.
Whatever it was, pizza and keggers could wait. Zeke had his program to tend to, damn it.
~*~
(All that from that prompt. ;))
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"Did Natalie get outta the well yet, Mom??"
Was she really in a well or did someone just put a two-way radio down there to prank the whole town?
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All I can think about now is tv and how I love too many shows to call one my favourite, and how even though I love Glee it also drives me up the wall, and how this one Glee fic has grown into three fics and how it won't let me write anything else until it's done and how I feel like a hypocrite for writing this pairings and and and...
This question is making me too anxious to write :(((((((