Idiot Brother and Idiot....Alternative Versions of Myself
I sighed. “You sure?”
“Yes. I have a question though.”
I blew a hair out of my face. “Mm?”
“Are you going insane? ‘Cuz that wouldbe pretty cool, you know, visiting you in the happy house, and maybe I could bring you my Sega—”
“Shut up!” I yelled. Then again, maybe I was going loony. “Last time…do you see anything now?”
“No.” And with that, he tramped out of the bathroom and went back down to his nerd games.
“That really was pointless,” my alter-ego guy said. Man, I needed to come up with a name for him. “You can call me…Paigero.”
“Man you’re a riot,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Okay, only I can see you…because you’re only a part of me?”
“Okay. Now, about this idiot stalker guy…what about him?”
“Well, you might be able to hack into several databases of your computers, but you would need complicated encryptions—”
“Since when were you so smart?”
“I told you, I’m everything you’re not.”
I swear, if I could’ve punched him, I would’ve.