ME AND MY MUSE

“What is with people wanting me in my own stores anyway?” I asked my muse one day.
We were in a very dark room surrounded by gothic kids dancing slowly o the music. On a couch across the room we watched Rogue get bit in the neck by a vampire.
My Muse was totally gothed out, wearing white face powder, a black flowing gown, black nails and silver lipstick. She waved her hand and Rogue trembled a bit more.
“Think about it,” she said. “Your like this evo pervert who fulfils all these fantasies for other people. You’re good at it so they want to see what would turn you on. They probably think its something really nasty. So obviously they want to see.”
I smiled as Rogue went limp in the red headed vampires arm. “Too bad for them. They will be so disappointed when they find out I’m not really that wild.”
“Oh get off it! You do so much shit. We all have those dark desires. You just write yours out instead of actually acting them out.” She said as the scene ended.
We exited the room and walked down the hall passed the twelve doors that held my stories. “Yeah, but anybody could do what I do. Its only because I really don’t give a shit that I write this stuff.”
“And that’s what sets us apart!” she exclaimed. We say and do the things that everyone is afraid to do. I love it! Why don’t you just put them outta their misery and write the thing?”
“It’s being written…” I said looking at the ground.
“I meant writing it yourself instead of getting Tish to do it!” she said slapping my arm.
“Lay off! You know I don’t do myself in anything I do. If I wanted to bare my soul I’d type my journal into here.” I veered off and entered another room. My muse closed the door behind us as we watched a yellow car with flames on it race down the road.
“Yeah but they don’t want to see that.” She said this and then smiled mischievously. “And neither would a lot of people I think.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Got that right! But I don’t think I\'m going to be writing a porn story starring me anytime soon. It would be too weird.”
She gave me tOOK OOK and said, “we just wrote a chapter where Jean is a catholic school girl and your weirded out by writing a porn with you in it? I need to find a less messed up head to play in.”
“Anyway,” I said changing the subject. “We need to work on our less sex driven stories or our less horny readers will be getting fed up.”
“Aw! Am I detecting a note of angst about our work again?” she cooed into my ear, wrapping her arms around me.
“Get off. I’m not in the mood.” I snapped at her.
“Don’t be getting all fucking snippy with me!” she said pushing me away and sitting on the curb her back to me.
This was not good.
I sat down beside her and tried to put my arm around her. She shook it off.
“Piss off!” she hissed at me. “Don’t touch me. I do all this stuff for you, I get all your ideas for you! I fill in the blanks when you can’t get them and you just fucking don’t care!” she had begun to cry her back was still to me but I could see your shoulders hitching.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” I said softly. “I know I’ve been pissy about his whole thing with all these requests. But I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.” I reached for her and she let me put my arms around her from the back.
“You know that I love you. I wouldn’t have been half the person I am if you hadn’t found me. You get me to that place inside me where I put thought to page and people can for a second know what I think and how I feel. You complete me.”
She pulled away and turned around. Her make up was streaked from crying but she gave me a smile.
“You’re a dick you know that?” she said around the smile.
“Yeah, but I’m your dick,” I said winking.
She laughed despite herself and hugged me.
“Just remember I do have feelings,” she said against my shoulder. “We muses need to know that we’re needed too.”
“I wont.”
We got up together, deciding to quit work for the day and headed for the review room one last time. My muse hated this room because it held so much power over me. I checked them and saw we had two new reviews in the PICK YOUR OWN EVO series. When I saw who it was I laughed until I cried.
“What is it?” my muse asked before looking. Her eyes went wide and she laughed with me.
“Let me get this straight,” she said between gasps. “Thegamingteen wants us to do his request after he’s been calling us motherfuckers and our friends here…what was it…loose cunts?”
“Yep! Should we do it?” I asked.
“Maybe…we’ll see. He says our perv mind can figure out a way to do it. I think I can see one way,” with that she whispered in my ear and I got my evil grin.