Talk to Your Characters

Tameron and Sean walked into their apartment. Sean turned the kitchen light on, and Tameron locked the door behind them.

Sean got a can of soda from the fridge and opened it. "You know he can hear us, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware." Tameron spun his umbrella. "He stocked your fridge with soda."

"That doesn't matter. He needs our help." Sean took a sip, and passed the can toTameron.

"He has a dilemma, and it can only be released through writing. But our little author doesn't quite understand that. Logically, maybe, but not internally."

"He's written a little of our story, which is great, but personal things keep happening." Sean said.

"Like the flood of cute, gay, and possibly gay guys?"

"Yes. That's exactly it. He has one he sees around his dorm."

"The one in the laundry room just now?" Sean said.

"Right. He's good looking. Tan, broad shoulders."

"But not quite his type." 

"His tall type, yes. But not his short type." Tameron took off his boots and perched himself on his stool. 

"That one has his wires crossed. Every volt is messing with his mind. He doesn't know if that's a good sign or a bad one, but he's willing to find out."

"He needs to calm down."

"That's why he has us. Hand me that soda." Sean said. He took another sip. "We have different views on this. Mine is logical."

"And mine is instinctual, which works out in the end."

"Most of the time."

"And the rest of the time it seems creepy. Three texts maximum before he has to wait for a response."

"Whoops." Tameron said. "I didn't know that."

"You were nervous, that's all. Both of them are, but that's courting. They have to make sure that the other isn't some creep."

"Our little author has made that decision."

"Yes, but his correspondent hasn't. But-"

"But..." Tameron gestured with his hands.

"They're both insanely nervous. He texts a lot when he's nervous, while his correspondent gets to nervous to text." 

"Which in turn makes him text more."

"Exactly." Sean went around the kitchen counter and laid on the living room couch. Their apartment was a tad small, so the two were right next to each other.

"So he needs to take a break, which is why we're living and breathing right now."

"He's slowly creating our story, he's just doing it by pen and paper. It'll be great once it's finished. Everyone will know how we conquered the subconscious and all that."

"I'm not sure if I want him to." Tameron said. He sat next to Sean.

"That's his decision, not ours. Let him have his fun. We're alive as long as he is. It's for the best." Sean patted Tameron's hands. "Leave him to his thoughts. He'll make the right decision."

"If you say so." Tameron kissed Sean on the cheek. "Is it Sean time yet?"

"Would you like it to be?"

"Yes." Tameron kissed him on the other cheek.

"Whatever you say."