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Alrighty, here's the first page of so of the story. It's sort of a weird prose, nothing I'm used to, but I think I like it. Give me your opinions, s'il vous plait!
“That was a nice dream you had last night, Gage.” I smirk at my brother over the dinner table, watching his blank stare turn to befuddlement, then rage, or maybe fear.
“What?! Were you…?”
“God, no,” I sigh. “I swear, I have absolutely no interest in your dreams. They’re so…boring. Usually at least…last night’s was just gross, though.” Watching your fifteen-year-old brother sucking face with some random girl is definitely not something you want to see, even in a dream. “I was just passing your room on the way to the bathroom, and, um, happened to catch a glimpse. It wasn’t anything I would have stayed to watch, let alone enter, even given the chance. I mean, eew! Plus, it would have been a total invasion of your privacy.” I add the last bit to suck up. Let him think I care about his privacy.
My dad, I notice, has stopped with his fork halfway to his lips, and is now staring at me like I've said something completely unbelievable. My mom’s basically doing the same, only at least she has the courtesy to leave her fork on her plate while she gawks.
Now Gage is definitely mad. Because I sort of let on that he’s been dreaming about kissing girls he doesn’t know. Or maybe he does know them, and I've just never seen them at our school before.
But it wasn’t like I actually said what his dream had been about. That would be mean. I only made it blatantly obvious. I mean, what else would be eew? And like you can keep dreams a secret in our house? True, our parents are a bit more polite, and don’t spy on others while they’re sleeping. But they could if they wanted to…
That’s totally my job, though. And probably Gage’s now too, as payback for my doing just that.
Oops. My bad. It won’t happen again, Gage. At least not until, say, I happen to pass by the bathroom again while you’re in the middle of some other intriguing dream that I can rat you out to Mom for?
“That was a nice dream you had last night, Gage.” I smirk at my brother over the dinner table, watching his blank stare turn to befuddlement, then rage, or maybe fear.
“What?! Were you…?”
“God, no,” I sigh. “I swear, I have absolutely no interest in your dreams. They’re so…boring. Usually at least…last night’s was just gross, though.” Watching your fifteen-year-old brother sucking face with some random girl is definitely not something you want to see, even in a dream. “I was just passing your room on the way to the bathroom, and, um, happened to catch a glimpse. It wasn’t anything I would have stayed to watch, let alone enter, even given the chance. I mean, eew! Plus, it would have been a total invasion of your privacy.” I add the last bit to suck up. Let him think I care about his privacy.
My dad, I notice, has stopped with his fork halfway to his lips, and is now staring at me like I've said something completely unbelievable. My mom’s basically doing the same, only at least she has the courtesy to leave her fork on her plate while she gawks.
Now Gage is definitely mad. Because I sort of let on that he’s been dreaming about kissing girls he doesn’t know. Or maybe he does know them, and I've just never seen them at our school before.
But it wasn’t like I actually said what his dream had been about. That would be mean. I only made it blatantly obvious. I mean, what else would be eew? And like you can keep dreams a secret in our house? True, our parents are a bit more polite, and don’t spy on others while they’re sleeping. But they could if they wanted to…
That’s totally my job, though. And probably Gage’s now too, as payback for my doing just that.
Oops. My bad. It won’t happen again, Gage. At least not until, say, I happen to pass by the bathroom again while you’re in the middle of some other intriguing dream that I can rat you out to Mom for?