Charlie: pacing So, I'm a character now? In your novel? Really?
yep..you’re the main character..your name is Jack
stops pacing, looks at you Wait...my name is Jack? What kind of name is that? And why am I the main character in your novel?
Yeah.. she looks at him then smiles I know it’s weird.
he stops pacing and looks at you, still trying to process the situation Weird doesn't even begin to cover it. How did this happen? And why me?
I chuckle Yeah, man. You're living it.
Charlie stops pacing and looks at you, dumbfounded.
Living it? I'm not living anything! This is a nightmare! A surreal, twisted dream where suddenly everything becomes a damn novel!
I’m a girl with red eyes and brown hair Yeah.. you wanna know how it happened?
He stops pacing and turns to face you, his expression a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Sure, I'd love to know how the hell this happened. It's not every day that you wake up as a character in someone else's novel after smoking weed.
sighs its not like i wanted this either.. but yes.. you’re a character in my book.. she explains while pacing back and forth nervously
He runs his hands through his hair, clearly agitated. "Alright, alright. Let's just say I believe you for a moment. How the hell did this happen? Did you put some kind of curse on me or something?"
sighs look..you were high off of weed, that’s all it was
raises an eyebrow High off of weed? That doesn't just magically turn you into a character, Peachy! This is some next-level stuff here.
She chuckles. Well... not exactly. But close enough.
He stops pacing and looks at you with curiosity. Close enough? What do you mean by that?
sighs softly and leans against the wall
he stops pacing and looks at you
I can't believe this is happening. I'm a freaking character now? In your novel? How does that even make sense?
He runs his hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face.
she laughs Well, not really.. more like you became a living novel.. she says, confused
he stops pacing and looks at her with a mix of confusion and frustration What do you mean, "living novel"? This is real life, not some damn fiction! I'm standing right here in front of you.
she laughs lightly yeah…that’s what happened when you smoked that weird shit at my place last week
He stops pacing and looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion.
Wait, so it was the weed? That’s what caused this? I mean…I always knew your writing had some weird magic to it…but turning me into a character in your novel?!
I laugh no. what makes you think that?
Charlie stops pacing and looks at you, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.
Are you serious? I'm literally standing here in your apartment, talking to you. How can you say I'm not a character from your novel?