“Hey, you should really start working your ass.”
“Eh?” That did not sound right, but I think what you’re getting at.
“I mean you should start doing a better job at your grades. We’re on our last semester and you should at least try and go out in a blaze of glory.”
“Me-eh.” I know, I know.
“You know it’s really annoying when you just reply with those… those… whatever non-words you use.”
“Huh.” And still we are with each other’s company.
“Anyway, what’s stopping you from actually excelling?”
“aiunno. lack of motivation?”
“And what gets you motivated then?”
“Meh?” If I knew that, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.
“We’re not growing younger you know, and life outside of school is totally different. You should start working. You can’t keep on thinking that you can just wing your way around everything.”
*sigh* I know, I know. If I don’t do anything, I’d most likely end up as a weird stinky old bum who talks to himself.
“So?”
“Hnnf.” Whatever, might as well stop it with the perfectionist fears and stuff. Sure, I’ll work on my grades this semester. Might do me some good.
And thus, with the seeds of a proper work ethic planted within the vessel, the beast of the apocalypse awoke. His enemies could only watch in despair as their enchantment on the vessel was broken. Without the delays of frequent procrastination, and with the vessel’s ego free from the dead weight of worries about failure, the beast only had to wait until it was his time.
"A- are you sure about this?" Chris was feeling very uneasy. Rachel's parents were on an out-of-town trip and the only people in the Perez household was him and Rachel. He knew he shouldn't be uneasy, he had waited for an opportunity like this for quite some time. He knew what was going to happen, what they were about to do; and he knew that Rachel knew. Still, butterflies were raising a typhoon inside his stomach and his heart was pounding like crazy.