#23 Vanadium- Chapter 19
In which we begin to see that I'm having trouble with my plot and have decided to write something else. But instead of starting over from scratch, I've found a way to write a fantasy novel in my sci-fi adventure! >_<
"Can we send him back?" she asked as he sat down on the couch.
"He's not an object, Chris. We can't return him like a defective product," Ferran sighed. What had they been thinking?
"Are you sure? I mean, he angered his old boss so he kicked him out. Why do we have to house him?"
"This was your idea, Chris. I said no, but you wanted to be nice. And now we're stuck with a stuck up jerk living in our only liveable guestroom. Guess this means your parents can't come for Christmas," he joked. She hit him lightly on the arm.
"The others should be finished by then. Which means your parents can come, too," she poked him in the stomach.
"Ah! That hurts!" he winced. "Anyway, you know my parents would never set foot in this house. They say it's cursed and that Uncle Jacob was insane for buying it. I think they wrote me out of their Will when I moved in after he died," he gave a small, sad smile at the thought. He had hardly seen his parents since he moved into the large mansion except for when he went over to their house. But he'd always loved it here.
"Your parents are just paranoid, Ferran," she consoled him. "There is no alternate universe, no evil overlord, and certainly no magic. Your Uncle Jacob went crazy while he was here, and your parents believed to much of what he said. Nothing bad will happen here."
"You're right, I'm just going soft," Ferran agreed. "But not so soft that I'm willing to let that jerk walk all over us."
"Then kick him out. Let him stay in a motel or something," Chris begged.
"He's a jerk. I think he'll just get worse if we leave him alone. You heard him earlier, he said he stabbed a student with a ballpoint pen. He's a danger to society," Ferran explained, focusing on Chris to keep the image of a ballpoint pen in someone's arm out of his mind.
"And you want to let him live in our home!" Chris shouted.
"We can help him, Chris!"
"Help him what? Corrupt our children? Take over the world?"
"You don't know that that's what he wants to do! He acts like a spoiled child. He just needs help to grow up. We can fix him, Chris. I know we can!" Ferran insisted.
"I don't want to, Ferran. I don't want him near our children. I want him out of our house!" Chris cried.
"Just give me a month, Chris. I can get him tame enough to be safe around our children, I promise," Ferran pleaded.
"But what about the time in between? You can't watch him all the time. What if he hurts them?"
"Please, Chris? Just let me try." he looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Fine," she huffed in defeat. "But when he screws up, don't say I didn't tell you so."
Running total: 17,000/50,000