Chapter 1 - I Remember You

A Chapter by Natalie Mark

Drama gets amped up a little in this chapter, along with shenanigans...

Note: The artist formerly known as 1 now = NR; the artist formerly know as nothing now = MA. Also adding time of day to make it more interesting... Enjoy!

October 9:
(NR 1:35 am) "Is there something so hot that it can melt anything?"
(NR 1:36 am) "Do fish know they're fish?"
(NR 1:37 am) "Do your legs know they're legs or do they think they're arms?"
(NR 1:40 am) "What does a leg feel?"
(NR 1:41 am) "Does a leg love?"
(NR 1:42 am) "Do legs have hopes and dreams?"
(NR 1:44 am) "How do legs feel about our societies objectification of legs?"
(NR 1:45 am) "Are legs ever jealous of the arms' dexterity?"
(NR 1:47 am) "These are the questions that beg attention."
(NR 1:50 am) "Waiting for us at the end of the galaxy."
(NR 1:52 am) "Space. The final frontier."
(NR 1:53 am) "Duh duh duh DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUHD UDHHD DA DADADADADADAAAAAAAAAAA."
(MA 6:46 am) "What the f**k?"
(NR 6:58 am) "Apologies. I woke up in the middle of night because of reasons and that was the nightmare child of thoughts that I had."
(MA 7:03 am) "You sounded like you were tripping on acid."
(NR 7:05 am) "Yeah, no... I think that I thought I was in a dream, and so I texted you all that weird that was me in a half-dream... thing... maybe... yeah..."
(MA 7:06 am) "Okay... That was hilarious!"
(NR 7:09 am) "thanks... I'm happy my nighttime weirdness pleased you."

October 12:
(MA 3:01 pm) "Do you want to play a game?"
(NR 3:07 pm) "Yeah, sure. What?"
(MA 3:09 pm) "Twenty questions! I'll start. What's your favorite color?"
(NR 3:11 pm) "Yellow. Yours?"
(MA 3:14 pm) "Purple. So regal. Makes me feel like a queen. Favorite food?"
(NR 3:17 pm) "Yuck, don't make me answer that!"
(MA 3:18 pm) "Sorry! Favorite season?"
(NR 3:19 pm) "Of what show?"
(MA 3:21 pm) "I actually meant of, like, nature."
(NR 3:23 pm) "The warm ones. You?"
(MA 3:25 pm) "Yuck, warmth. I find the heat so stretching. I like the cold; more isolating."
(NR 3:28 pm) "You're just full of metaphors and similes and personifications, aren't you?"
(MR 3:30 pm) "I'm like a human version of one of those cars covered in bumper stickers. Favorite animal?"
(NR 3:33 pm) "Butterflies. You?"
(MA 3:35 pm) "Elephants. Um... I can't think of anymore questions..."
(NR 3:37 pm) "Uh, me neither..."
(MA 5:15 pm) "What do you want to do when you get out of high school?"
(NR 5:21 pm) "I want to write. I like writing. I just want to sit on the couch and write for 100, maybe 1000 years. Is that possible?"
(MA 5:24 pm) "Not really. Sadly, most dreams aren't so possible. If all dreams were possible, there would be a lot more happy people and a lot less garbage men."
(NR 5:25 pm) "That's so... poetic. It's kind if annoying (in a good way.) What do you want to do?"
(MA 5:27 pm) "Cthulhu help me, I've got no clue."
(NR 5:28 pm) "What makes you happy?"
(MA 5:31 pm) "Talking to you, helping people, making crude and slightly, unintentionally offensive jokes."
(NR 5:33 pm) "Thats adorable!"
(MA 5:36 pm) "Crap I have to go bye."
(NR 5:38 pm) "Everything ok?"
(MA 5:42 pm) "family having a little domestic"
(NR 5:45 pm) "Oh, I'm so sorry, I hope everything gets better!"
(MA 5:58 pm) "thanks"

October 15:
(NR 10:08 am) "Do you have idea how long it takes to burn a body?"
(MA 10:13 am) "Um..."
(NR 10:15 am) "S**t, that sounds bad. I swear I'm not a murdererderler."
(NR 10:16 am) "MURDERERDERLER"
(MA 10:17 am) "YOURE A MURDERERDERLER."
(MA 10:18 am) "I DONT BUY YOURE TRICKS YOU VILE CREATURE."
(NR 10:20 am) "I'm not a MURDERERDERLER. I'm a writererederler."
(MA 10:21 am) "A noble profession. I don't know how long it takes to burn a body, but I do know how to burn a body..."
(NR 10:23 am) "Naw, don't do it..."
(MA 10:25 am) "This girl is on FIRE. I SET HER ON FIRE. I LIT HER ON FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SET HER ON FI�"YER�"DERLER!!!!!!!!!!"
(NR 10:27 am) "Oh my god, you beautiful psychopath, you!"
(MA 10:28 am) "I think you mean a... PSYCHOPATHERLERDERLER."
(MA 10:30 am) "I'm never going to let this go."
(NR 10:31 am) "I fear for the sanity of anyone who reads these texts."

October 23:
(MA 1:56 pm) "So, what kind of stuff do you write?"
(NR 2:01 pm) "Urg... Hopelessly romantic (some might say erotic), perilously dramatic, heart-wrenchingly emotionally devastating, original fiction based upon currently existing works..."
(MA 2:03 pm) "Fan fiction. You write fan fiction."
(MA 2:05 pm) "No judgement."
(NR 2:10 pm) "No comment."
(MA 2:11 pm) "Where can I read some of your stuff?"
(NR 2:13 pm) "Urghs"
(NR 2:15 pm) "Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
(MA 2:17 pm) "Eloquent. At least send a little sample my way!"
(NR 2:20 pm) "Ug... "There is a strange, chaotic order to the universe. Like millions of tiny, intricate strings arranged in to secret pattern. Everything is connected in one big jumbled knot known as existence. It doesn't really make any sense when you first look at it, but if you take a step back, you'll find the whole thing a lot less complex. You may even see a pattern emerge, and hey, you never know what strings are connected, and you never know what might happen when you cut one. The universe may seem cracked and flawed, but one small crack doesn't mean a thing except that something fell and didn't shatter. You best option is really to just accept the huge tangled mess of life and enjoy it.""
(MA 2:22 pm) "That's amazing!"
(NR 2:24 pm) "I should think so! The next line is, "But no mess was more tangled than the one Sherlock had gotten himself into now. In his forgetful rush to tie himself up for John's birthday present, he had inadvertently..."
(NR 2:26 pm) "You get the point."
(MA 2:31pm) "Did you write that?"
(NR 2:34 pm) "Yeah..."
(MA 2:37 pm) "That's beautiful."
(NR 2:40 pm) "Blushing. You don't have to say that."
(MA 2:41 pm) "Oh, shut up. That's beautiful! Seriously. Most people our age aren't seven articulate enough to fart correctly."
(MA 2:43 pm) "You're really something..."
(NR 2:45 pm) "I hope that something is good."
(MA 2:47 pm) "That quote might save a life someday."
(MA 2:50 pm) "In fact, I have a feeling that it already did..."
(NR 2:52 pm) "What's that supposed to mean?"
(NR 2:55 pm) "Hey?"
(NR 2:57 pm) "Ok bye."

October 27:
(NR 8:35 pm) "What are you going to be for Halloween?"
(MA 8:40 pm) "Something that is both cute and weird."
(NR 8:42 pm) "Perhaps a sloth? Armadillo? Fruit bat? Naked mole rat?"
(MA 8:46 pm) "Or just naked..."
(NR 8:50 pm) "Dead. I am dead. The idea of the strange person I text, through the cracks in the universe of my phone, being NAKED has killed me."
(NR 8:53 pm) "Wow, I hope you're secretly not my English teacher."
(MA 8:56 pm) "*Shudders at the thought* what are you going to be?"
(NR 8:58 pm) "Myself, for once."
(MA 9:00 pm) "That's a good one! Everyone will like that! :)"
(NR 9:01 pm) ":). You make me happy, you know that?"
(MA 9:03 pm) "I try."
(NR 9:05 pm) "Goodnight."
(MA 9:06 pm) "Night."

October 31:
(MA 9:46 pm) "My beautiful crap-shack of a house was t-p'd by small hooligans."
(NR 10:01 pm) "Damned youths!"
(MA 10:03 pm) "Rapscallions!"
(NR 10:05 pm) "Vagabonds!"
(NR 10:07 pm) "Young people are horrible."
(MA 10:10 pm) "... They were, like, twenty."
(NR 10:12 pm) "Just goes to prove you're never too old for me to hate you."
(MA 10:15 pm) "Oh, I don't hate them. They provided some much needed decoration for my house. We were seriously lacking in decorations."
(NR 10:17 pm) "I like your optimism! It complements my pessimism nicely. Although personally I prefer pessimism. I'm always right."
(MA 10:21 pm) "Almost always."
(NR 10:22 pm) "Almost... Good night."
(NR 10:23 pm) "Don't let the angry army of the undead bite..."
(MA 10:25 pm) "Happy Halloween.

October 6:
(NR 1:35 pm) "I'm lonely. Are you lonely?"
(MA 1:38 pm) "No."
(NR 1:41 pm) "Yeah, but how do you know?"
(MA 1:43 pm) "?????????????????"
(NR 1:44 pm) "Ugr. Someone just told me that I was lonely. What they've told me is that lonely people usually don't acknowledge the fact that they're lonely. They need, like, other people to tell them that they're lonely for them to realize that they're lonely."
(MA 1:45 pm) "I'm not lonely. I have myself."
(NR 1:46 pm) "Then maybe everyone's lonely?"
(NR 1:47 pm) "I think that there's a difference between loneliness, isolation, and solitude."
(NR 1:48 pm) "Solitude is peaceful; isolation is estranging yourself; loner is someone who likes being alone; lonely is wanting other people to be with you, right?"
(MA 1:50 pm) "There's nothing wrong with being lonely, right?"
(MA 1:51 pm) "I could be lonely. I never really thought about it."
(MA 1:52 pm) "But I have you."
(NR 1:53 pm) "Swooning, but I don't count."
(MA 1:55 pm) "Why don't you count?"
(NR 1:57 pm) "We don't even know each other. I'm a 100 miles away locked in a hospital and you're back at school. I don't even know who you are."
(MA 2:05 pm) "Moth. My nicknames Moth."
(NR 2:12 pm) "Oh my god."
(NR 2:13 pm) "I remember you."
(NR 2:14 pm) "I have to go."
(NR 2:16 pm) "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry."

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