Here’s the Thing (Seddledowne #4)

Incognito Chat

incognito chat

Austentacious119: Did you tell The Girl yet?

Leggolas1012: No. And I’m not going to. So you can stop asking. Lol.

Austentacious119: C’mon, Leggs! She could be your Lizzie Bennet.

Leggolas1012: Lizzie who almost ruins her own happiness with snap judgments?

Austentacious119: Fine. Your Emma Woodhouse then.

Leggolas1012: Emma who is meddlesome, arrogant, and thinks she knows what’s best for everyone but can’t figure her own self out?

Austentacious119: Katniss Everdeen?

Leggolas1012: Drugged out, so emotionally dead by the end that she can’t even choose a guy?

Austentacious119: Scarlett O’Hara.

Leggolas1012: Selfish, manipulative, cruel, immature…

Austentacious119: Nevermind. You deserve to be alone.

Leggolas1012: Are we ready to start writing now?

Austentacious119: Seriously, why not tell her though?

Leggolas1012: *sighs* You’re not going to let this go, are you?

Austentacious119: He’s a genius.

Leggolas1012: I never should’ve told you.

Austentacious119: Of course you should. You obviously need a cheerleader in your corner. You’ve been in love with The Girl for nine years and never done anything about it?

Leggolas1012: Because she’d say no.

Austentacious119: How do you know if you’ve never tried?

Leggolas1012: Because she has a boyfriend.

Austentacious119: Minor details.

Austentacious119: Maybe if she knew you were an option…

Leggolas1012: She’d still say no.

Austentacious119: How do you know?

Leggolas1012: I just do.

Austentacious119: But you can’t know, not truly. You just have to shoot your shot.

Leggolas1012: You know who needs to shoot their shot?

Austentacious119: Who?!

Leggolas1012: Jack and Raven. Can we make that happen, please? Now? I’ve got to go to bed soon.

Austentacious119: But it’s only five p.m. in Fairbanks right now.

Leggolas1012: The sun’s already down here. Besides, I had a late night last night and I’m drained.

Austentacious119: Fine. *slumps in seat* But I’m asking about The Girl again tomorrow.

Leggolas1012: It won’t change anything. But if you must…

Austentacious119: I must.

Leggolas1012: Can we write now?

Austentacious119: Yes, as soon as you show me the poem you wrote for The Girl again. I mean, if she’s never going to read it, I should at least.

Leggolas1012: I’m sleeeeeepy. And we have at least two hours of writing to do.

Austentacious119: Go make some coffee. Black. No sugar. Then come back and show me the poem.

Austentacious119: I have to live vicariously through her. Boyfriend isn’t much for romantic words.

Leggolas1012: *sighs* Fine. But then we write. Deal?

Austentacious119: *squeals* *flaps arms in excitement* *offers handshake*

Leggolas1012: *shakes hand* but *rolls eyes*

Leggolas1012: Okay. Here we go…

Leggolas1012: First glance, last thought - you're etched in my soul, Your dreams, your smile - you make me whole.

Leggolas1012: Nine years I've loved you, silent and deep, Your dark eyes haunt me, awake and asleep. You carry your burdens, I long to share, To whisper ‘I'm here' and show that I care.

Leggolas1012: Big finale right here. Are you ready for it?

Austentacious119: *says with bated breath* Ready.

Leggolas1012: One word from your lips could end all this pain, And turn nine years of drought to life-giving rain.

Leggolas1012: Austen, are you still there?

Austentacious119: Sorry, I passed out for a second from swooning so hard.

Austentacious119: I implore you once more, GO RECITE THIS POEM TO THE GIRL.

Austentacious119: NOW.

Leggolas1012: I cannot.

Leggolas1012: Time to write!

Austentacious119: I fear my brain is broken and my heart too. I shall never see a happy ending for The Girl and You.

Leggolas1012: Okay, drama queen. Maybe stick to spy novels.

Austentacious119: We can’t all be poetic geniuses, I suppose.

Leggolas1012: Let the writing commence.

Austentacious119: Let the writing commence.