You Talk Too Much

A roaring “aw shit!!!” penetrated both my ear protection and DragonForce as I scrolled through the posts of Facebook, rolling my mouse over the unread script of No Exit on my desk. I then pulled off my ear protection and earplugs and curiously asked “how are things going fellas?” as I turned to face the roars and explosions. Without looking away from the electronic glow in front of him, Tim replied “fine” as he skillfully maneuvered his feathered avatar to evade the incoming projectiles and then he lunged into his attacker and smashed him into the air as he flew through the sky and off of the TV screen. “Shit!!!” roared Ted as he stared at his empty number of lives and sunk into the couch letting his controller fall into his lap before returning to watch Ben quickly be torn down by Tim and their brawl break come to an end.

“That was just what I needed” said Tim as he sighed and stood up to face his desk. “One more round.” said Ben. “Aww, I really want to but I have to work on some readings.” “Ah come on, ONE more round.” pronounced Ted. “No guys, I really can’t, I need to get this done” groaned Tim before he walked to his desk and begrudgingly woke up his sleeping computer. “C’mon Ben, I’ll work on my essay tomorrow.” “You want to join Weston?” asked Ben. “No I can’t, I need to work on my homework soon” as I turned to unpause “through fire and flames” and turned back to watch.

“Another final smash, we need to turn those off” said Ted. “Yeah seriously, dragoon pieces to” said Ben. “Oh, nice one!” Lights and explosions danced on the screen and reflected onto Ben and Ted’s faces. “You fucker! You got me with a suicide attack!” “Yeah that was awesome! Kamikaze strike!” I then chimed in, “you know kamikaze doesn’t actually mean suicide strike, it means divine wind. You see back when Mongol armies were active they tried to launch a navel attack on Japan but there was a huge typ…” “You know Weston, sometimes you talk too much” Ted stated matter of factly while diverting his attention back to the raging battle at hand.

“You know Ted; I don’t talk much because I’m not confident in my ability to talk. And for you to say I talk too much really doesn’t help that feeling.” Controls fell to the couch and typing hands rested as all eyes turned to me in silence. “I have homework to do” I said as I swiped my makeshift mouse pad from my desk before I walked through the open door and pushed it closed as the sound “sorry Weston” came from Ben’s mouth and smashed against the newfound barrier.

I walked as blinding white concrete walls, misty night air and the dim light of the library flowed by me until I found myself in the archives. The air heavy with the feeling of silence, focus coursed through me as I sat down, No Exit could not have caught me in a better mood.