Chapter 8 - A Few Deep Thoughts
Submitted August 3, 2006 Updated September 25, 2006 Status Incomplete | Ohnoes! A H*R fanfic!? Yup. Be prepared for the random. And yes, they're humanish in this story. Or part of the story, anyway. Boo.
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Chapter 8 - A Few Deep Thoughts
Chapter 8 - A Few Deep Thoughts
The Cheat was thinking. Thinking about what he was doing. And whether it was the right thing to do. What was he really going to accomplish from doing this, apart from his own satisfaction? Was he actually regretting his actions?
“Nah.”
---
Homestar walked through the door.
“Oh hey, Homestar!”
“Oh great, the hippie.”
Marzipan stared at him.
“Where have you been?”
“My house.”
“That makes sense.”
“It does. But The Cheat doesn’t.”
“The Cheat was at your house?”
Homestar gasped. “I’ve said too much! He’s gonna get me now!”
He started running in circles around his girlfriend.
“Homestar, what’s going-”
“He’s gonna kill me! He’s gonna kill me!”
“What are you-”
“I’M GONNA DIE!!!”
“HOMESTAR!!!”
Homestar fell still and silent.
“Wow. That’s, like, the eleventh time someone’s said my name in this story.”
“Homestar, shut up.”
“Make that nine.”
“Homestar, I’ve been thinking.”
“About cornbread?”
“...no, Homestar. About us.”
“What about us?”
“Do you think we’re doing the right thing here?”
“Huh?”
“Us going out. Do you think it’s right if we keep this up?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, I’m, like, a sporty cool guy and you’re a dirtless hippie. We’re a perfect match.”
“This is exactly what I’m talking about. We keep breaking up and then we always get back together. Do you really think it’s worth it?”
“Did Elvis ever get barrels thrown at him?”
“...no, actually.”
“My point exactly.”
“Homestar, I’m breaking up with you.”
---
Bubs was on a silent rampage.
“Hey, Bubs-”
“NO.”
Ok, so not really a silent rampage.
“Bubs, what’s up with-”
“What?”
“Why are you being such a bi-”
“A what?”
“...a dog.”
Bubs sighed.
“Do you really need to know?”
“Are you going to tell me?”
At that moment, Coach Z walked back into the room.
“Hi, Coachy.”
Coach Z blushed. “Coachy?”
“Am I not allowed to give you a nickname?”
“Of course, it’s just-”
“Just what?”
“Why are you being so kind to me all of a sudden?”
I smiled. “What are you talking about?”
Coach Z stared. “Was that an attempt at a flirt?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Well, it was pretty pathetic.”
“Shut up, Coach.”
“Hey, where’d Bubs go?”
Bubs was nowhere to be seen. And I suddenly knew why.
“He’s gone to get doughnuts.”
Or maybe not.
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