Continuing Monday's Skit

I have no school on Friday, so I have time to make a post now. :)

Please.. umm.. love me? :') 

[A tired-looking Fierdan in a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants walks to his room. When he opens the door, he finds Brock in a dark green hoodie and dark gray pajama pants. Brock is casually sitting at the foot of the bed and waves his hand when he sees Fierdan.]

Brock: *smiles* Hey.

Fierdan: *frowns* Why are you here?

Brock: What do you mean? I've always been in skits.

Fierdan: Why are you in my room?

Brock: Wait, this is your room?

Fierdan: *sighs* Yes.

Brock: *stretches legs* So I've been wondering--

Fierdan: Shouldn't you be in your own room now? It's past midnight.

Brock: There's no school tomorrow.

Fierdan: *mutters* Ugh, damn it.

Brock: *clears throat* So I've been wondering about what happened Monday afternoon--

Fierdan: *interrupts Brock mid-sentence again* I don't remember, and I don't care about what you're trying to say.

Brock: *looks disappointed for a few seconds but then smiles at Fierdan again* You, the intellectual, don't remember what you said on Monday when we came home from school? 

Fierdan: No, you idiot. I know what happened. I just.. well, you.. don't have the right to understanding.

Brock: They didn't understand what you were saying either.

Fierdan: Well, you're not in the story universe.

Brock: *frowns* Tch.

Fierdan: I made you guys able to hear me at that specific point in my conversation with A.

Brock: Why don't you say her real name?

Fierdan: She doesn't want me to yet.

Brock: Why?

Fierdan: And this is why I'm the intellectual, and you are the fool.

Brock: By the way, I'm not an idiot. I got a 100 on my vocabulary quiz.

Fierdan: I looked at your vocab notes, and your handwriting is the worst thing I've seen all week. As for those words, I've known the majority of them before I was ten. 

Brock: *gets off the bed* Not everyone can have genius parents.

Fierdan: *rolls eyes* Sure.

Brock: I didn't say your parents were any good. They were both insanely smart, right?

Fierdan: *scratches the back of his neck with his right hand* Insanely.. smart. Yeah, I guess that's a way to put it.

Brock: Uh.. so I was right.

Fierdan: About what? 

Brock: You made sure that I heard you say that you killed that A person.

Fierdan: Okay, you got me. I killed her.

Brock: So why is she not afraid of you? Why is she so nice to you?

Fierdan: I.. I'm not entirely sure myself. *pauses* She gave me my real purpose after I lacked one for many, many years. 

Brock: *yawns* Sorry but I'm getting tired.

Fierdan: Then go to your room and sleep.

Brock: Yeah, yeah. *walks toward the door and puts hand on the door knob* Oh, one more thing.

Fierdan: What?

Brock: Why do you have a bed in your room if you never sleep?

Fierdan: I never said that I never rest. I can still rest in bed even if I'm unable to fully stay asleep.

Brock: Oh, you can't stay asleep? There are sleep meds for that.

Fierdan: No, no. It's just that.. there's a very fine line between simply lying down with your eyes closed and actually falling asleep. Crossing the line isn't good for me.

Brock: How can you not sleep at all? Even insomniacs sleep at some point, right?

Fierdan: Hmm, maybe.

Brock: You should be the one getting sleep. Why are you the one concerned about me not sleeping? 

Fierdan: You're not the one with the nightmares.

Brock: You won't sleep because of nightmares?

Fierdan: *looks up* You're not from the story universe, so you wouldn't understand. If I keep my eyes closed for too long, the visions from my past catch up with the present me to haunt me for eternity. I've been from hell to heaven and back. 

Brock: Don't think about the bad stuff then.

Fierdan: That's easier said than done. *yawns* I get tired too, you know. I want to sleep just like the rest of you guys, but I'd rather not be forced to remember all the horrible things I've done and witnessed every time I try to sleep.

Brock: So you're basically a character that used to do very bad things, but then you turned good?

Fierdan: Uh.. why don't you leave now?

Brock: You don't want to answer now? That's fine. *opens door and leaves room*

Fierdan: *goes to the bed and falls on it back-first?* Sleep, sleep.. sleep... *closes eyes while facing the ceiling*  

I want to sleep. 

I'm tired. 

~ Cutepups