Conner and Erin were peacefully sat by the windowsill, enjoying the late evening sunshine.1
"Ahh....it's so nice to have a peaceful evening for once, not running around biting people's necks, or trying to get out of mental institutions."2
Erin nodded. "I know what you mean. I always feel so stressed."3
Connor looked around for a second, then whispered, hushed. "Is she here?"4
Erin shook her head, smiling, and patted Connor's hand. "Don't worry, the author, Miranda, isn't here at the moment. She's having a peaceful night away from her story. She thinks she needs some more inspiration."5
Connor looked at Erin for a second, quizzically. "Is that all?" He looked up at the ceiling, and began jumping up and down, shouting. "Hey! Miss Writer, Sir? Umm...Madam? I've got an idea! Connor and Erin suddenly find a million pounds in a drawer, and go off to Barbados!" He smiled enthusiastically at Erin, nodding and giving her the thumbs up sign.6
Erin laughed. "That won't work. For one thing, she can't hear us because she isn't here. Secondly, she won't write that. This is a horror story!"7
Connor slumped back into his seat in the windowsill, crestfallen. "I guess. But I would like it if she wrote my character slightly differently. I mean, I'm always just this dark, mysterious stranger-how about a song in there sometimes? Hmmm? How about a bit of sunshine from ME?"8
Erin sighed, and shrugged. "I know, I know. I feel the same way. I've always felt I was more of an adventurous, dare-devil type, and here I am being a psychologist! I mean, I should be racing up mountains, shooting the bad guys, stealing the treasure!" Erin put her fingers together in the shape of a gun, and pretended to shoot into the distance.9
Connor frowned. "Isn't that just Lara Croft?"10
Erin rolled her eyeballs. "Yeah.....except it would be me! I could do much better than that bimbo running around in her hotpants." She sulked, folding her arms and leaning back.11
"Mmmmm, Lara Croft. I'd like to see her graphics.....oh, er, sorry Erin." Connor stopped, bright red, as Erin glared at him. He moved round, and put an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, let's not argue. We're friends, we've got a whole night to ourselves, to be ourselves....what do you want to do?"12
Erin looked up him, and grinned.13
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"Erin Milleeeeerrrr!" Conner sang, in a rich soprano.14
"Ta-da! Die, you bastard!" Erin leaped out from behind a sheet tied to a clothes horse. "I have you now!" She whipped a plastic gun out from her pocket and pointed it at Connor. "Pow!Pow!"15
"Ohhhhhh NOOOOOOOO!"Connor sang, jumping away from the fake bullets.........16
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