Leggolas1012: Jack and Raven. Can we make that happen, please? Now? I’ve got to go to bed soon.
Austentacious119: But it’s only five p.m. in Fairbanks right now.
Leggolas1012: The sun’s already down here. Besides, I had a late night last night and I’m drained.
Austentacious119: Fine. *slumps in seat* But I’m asking about The Girl again tomorrow.
Leggolas1012: It won’t change anything. But if you must…
Austentacious119: I must.
Leggolas1012: Can we write now?
Austentacious119: Yes, as soon as you show me the poem you wrote for The Girl again. I mean, if she’s never going to read it, I should at least.
Leggolas1012: I’m sleeeeeepy. And we have at least two hours of writing to do.
Austentacious119: Go make some coffee. Black. No sugar. Then come back and show me the poem.
Austentacious119: I have to live vicariously through her. Boyfriend isn’t much for romantic words.
Leggolas1012: *sighs* Fine. But then we write. Deal?
Austentacious119: *squeals* *flaps arms in excitement* *offers handshake*
Leggolas1012: *shakes hand* but *rolls eyes*
Leggolas1012: Okay. Here we go…
Leggolas1012: First glance, last thought - you're etched in my soul, Your dreams, your smile - you make me whole.
Leggolas1012: Nine years I've loved you, silent and deep, Your dark eyes haunt me, awake and asleep. You carry your burdens, I long to share, To whisper ‘I'm here' and show that I care.
Leggolas1012: Big finale right here. Are you ready for it?
Austentacious119: *says with bated breath* Ready.
Leggolas1012: One word from your lips could end all this pain, And turn nine years of drought to life-giving rain.
Leggolas1012: Austen, are you still there?
Austentacious119: Sorry, I passed out for a second from swooning so hard.
Austentacious119: I implore you once more, GO RECITE THIS POEM TO THE GIRL.
Austentacious119: NOW.
Leggolas1012: I cannot.
Leggolas1012: Time to write!
Austentacious119: I fear my brain is broken and my heart too. I shall never see a happy ending for The Girl and You.
Leggolas1012: Okay, drama queen. Maybe stick to spy novels.
Austentacious119: We can’t all be poetic geniuses, I suppose.
Leggolas1012: Let the writing commence.
