What Is Left After?

Sweet wrote:(It's creepy to ask anyone anything over the internet. That's why I use different names. And I'm sure I would've gone under a lot of names if the world ended. xD)

((I realised that I feel relatively safe being myself over the internet. I'm big enough and ugly enough to handle any normal situations, I feel. It must be the responsibilities-high of being eighteen)

(Don't brag. Everyone wants to be eighteen. :/ Well, not me. I'll be happy being stuck at five. Or having the mind of a five year old. One of those.)

Aimery: I grin. "It's no fun being easy," I say, pulling away.

(Oh dude I would so not go by my real name, haha. And of course, I'm not going by my real name on here.)

(I'm eighteen in seven months.)

Wayne: I chuckled. "For you or for me?"

I put my arms around her and just lie there for a moment, trying to rearrange my thoughts. It feels like the world has jolted suddenly, and my normal way of seeing things has been shattered.
I place my hands on her back, currently merely content with feeling her shoulder-blades move under her skin. the bra-straps get in the way, but I'm not going to do anything about that for a while yet. After a while I move my hands down to her flat stomach, and place them there.
"It's awesome how you're like a human Von Neumann machine," I observe.

((You'll be eighteen soon enough. Then you'll be thirty before you know it. I'm quite happy not to grow up any faster than I have to.))

(No one knows my real name except for my family. When someone finds out, I just tell them a fake name instead of my real name...or something like that, if it makes sense.)

(Ew...thirty. I told my mom I'm not going to live after 60, and she asked why, and I told her I'm gonna do all the fun stuff.)

Aimery: I smile at him. "For both of us."

Jelsa: I frowned. "What's that?" I asked, hoping it was a good thing. I lock my arms around his neck, digging my elbows into his shoulder blades slightly as I prop myself up so I can get a good look at him.

(dinner soon just to warn you. and yeahh haha)

Roxanne: I thought about that possibility for a moment before I replied, "Either way...I just want to be with you, by you."

(@Sweet: Yeah.)

Wayne: "Fine. What do you want me to do, then?"

((My life has been shortened to probably a maximum of seventy by CF. ))

(*is sheltered, so she doesn't know what CF is* *but she will feel incredibly slow if it's something obvious*

Joseph: I raise an eyebrow. "You don't care?"

Aimery: I shrug, walking backwards towards the street again. "What do you think you should do, bad boy?"

(And you're happy about that?!)

Wayne: I placed my hand against the wall and smirked. "Whatever you want me to do."

I smile and chuckle as she props herself up above me. The view is excellent. "It's an old sci-fi term for a machine that can make more of itself."
I rub her stomach, then move my hands up her body. "I like thinking about that."

((CF is short for cystic fibrosis. I can't be bothered to explain it at one in the morning, just wikipedia it.))

Jelsa Mepsey wrote:(And you're happy about that?!)

((Hey, everyone who lives a shorter life doesn't get to see their grandkids grow up. Anyone who lives longer starts getting arthritis and alzheimers. It's practically a blessing.))

Jelsa: I frowned. "Oh," I said. "Okay. And I thought you might like thinking about it."

(btw, I'm size A, not the funnest breasts haha)

(I'd rather not see my grand kids...I've seen mine and it just makes me feel incredibly sad. AND I don't want to be trapped in a body that's slowly losing all it's senses. I'd rather die.)

Aimery: I roll my eyes. "I don't want you to anything but help me find some water, remember?"

Roxanne: "I'm too...sick of the world falling apart to care." I answered honestly.

(*Hangs head* ^This is beginning to remind me of the Sassy Gay Friend video about Romeo and Juilet, when he mocks her, "'Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo?' Translation: Desperate, desperate, I am really desperate. Are there any stalkers on my grounds?"...my English teacher actually showed the whole class that.)

Jelsa Mepsey wrote:Jelsa: I frowned. "Oh," I said. "Okay. And I thought you might like thinking about it."

(btw, I'm size A, not the funnest breasts haha)

((Quality over quantity... Ohhh. Did I really just...? That's the creepiest thing I've ever said on the internet. ))

I chuckle, again, and cup her breasts, again. "Do you reckon we're the ones who are going to restore the human race?" I ask. I slide my arms around her again. "And what would you think if it was?"

Joseph: I cup her face, lifting it so her eyes meet mine. "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard you say."

Roxanne: I didn't have to fake some of my astonishment, not really believing I hadn't topped that statement earlier. A bittersweet smile formed on my lips, "Well, it's kind of true..." I paused, and then laughed softly at myself. I asked almost sarcastically, but with good humor, "Jeez, I know how to keep up the mood, don't I?"

Joseph: I let my hand fall. "No, no. It's fine. At least you aren't happy all the time."

Wayne: I chuckled. "Fine," I said. "Let's go find some."

(OoO)

Jelsa: I sighed. "I wouldn't mind being the ones," I whispered. "We have a history of twins in my family."

Roxanne: I raised an eyebrow, but understood what he meant. Which didn't make me feel a whole lot better, but I smirked as I stated half-jokingly, "Well, at least me not caring about the reason why might be a good thing for you."

"That's a good thing. Definitely. And carriers of the CF gene are immune to typhoid."
I place my forehead against hers again, and stare deeply into her large eyes. "How...?" I murmur.