Nerd Love pt. IX

  Yo-ha my nerdy bro-has!
      Man oh man am I excited for you guys to read this pt of Nerd Love. I'm finally starting to get to the point where the story is reaching the climax and if all goes well it will be both heart warming and hilarious, at least to me. I think this is a really good part and I look forward to your compliments. On another note the 24 hr game marathon went off without a hitch despite the hallucinations and fear that I could be killed by sticky grenade all day the next day. I reached my goal and the sick kids at children's memorial are mildly comforted I'm sure. Well enjoy this section of Nerd Love and the premiere of Doctor Who this weekend as I surely will and remember

Nerds Do It Better

   Nerd Love pt. IX

( The next day at Gwen and Greg’s apartment. Greg is in the kitchen, Gwen is playing video games and Brent is moping on the couch)

Brent: SIGGH

Gwen: Shut. Up.

Brent: I came here for you to HELP me.

Greg: (from the kitchen) Help you with WHAT? Oh my name’s Brent, I have two gorgeous girls on the line, my gold plated game boy’s batteries are dead, and my huge dick won’t fit in my underwear.

Brent: …Gold plated Game boy?

Greg: I’ve always wanted one.

Gwen: He has pictures of them in his dream folder.

Brent:  hahaha Dream folder??

Greg: Shut. Up.

Brent: OK well that made me feel better, but seriously what do I do you guys.

Gwen: UUUgh..OK (she puts down the controller and turns to Brent) so let’s look at the facts, you said Casey makes you feel off.

Brent: Yeah but I don’t mean that negatively, she makes me feel off in the sense that she makes me feel like, I dunno I’m not good enough, not like I’m not good enough for her just that I could be better and she knows it.

Greg: yeah I got that vibe from her when she was here for dinner.

Brent: what?

Greg: Yeah, not in a negative way just that she expects a little more from you…maybe.

Gwen: That’s not necessarily a bad thing maybe she just thinks you’re capable of more. Maybe she wants to see you realize your full potential.

Brent: Am I not doing that?

Greg: Hey, you’re a self-employed writer making…money and a part owner of the best damn comic book store in the county. You’re doing fine.

Gwen: You could send your stuff out to more places maybe.

Brent: noted

Gwen: Ok, so there’s that. Now you also said that you find Dawn energizing.

Brent: I recall those feelings.

Gwen: So what’s more important to you, being pushed to excel or feeling energized?

Greg: In theory one could lead to the other.

Brent: I don’t feel like I’m being pushed to excel by Casey I also don’t know if the energy I get from Dawn is necessarily beneficial. It might be more like speed and less like B-12 vitamins.

Greg: So you feel judged around Casey and dangerously high around Dawn?

Brent: If you’re gonna get all REAL about it.

Gwen: (groan) this really isn’t that difficult Brent. I’m sure you have feelings for both of them just as I’m sure they would both be good for you in different ways. The question is which one do you care about the most? It’s not like you’d have to cut ties completely with the other one either, everyone could use more friends.

Greg: You especially.

Brent: Says one of said friends.

Greg: there is another option. You could do the bad ass thing and juggle two chicks until you sleep with both of them, preferably at the same time.

Brent: …that would never happen. Would it?

Gwen: I’m sure it would end up the same way as that time you tried to juggle swords.

Greg: His toe is completely healed.

Brent: I can bend it and everything. Well, as usual you guys have given me more questions than answers but you have given me some things to think about. I’ll see you guys tomorrow

(he gets up and leaves. Greg goes and sits next to Gwen who curls up next to him and places her head on his shoulder.)

Gwen: Who do you think he should end up with?

Greg: Honestly I don’t know. I think there both nice but I’m not sure either of them deserve it.

Gwen: Being juggled like “perfectly safe” swords?

Greg: No, the love of our man Brent.

(Brent is walking home and passes a park. It is dark and he stops on a bridge over a small stream looking contemplative. As he moves to leave a bike is coming across the bridge and hits him sending both him and the rider flying towards the same end of the bridge.)

Brent: What the FUCK! (he looks over at the rider who is a short, long-haired girl wearing torn up jeans and a T-shirt that reads “My other shirt is mythril”.) Hey are you OK?

Girl: Yeah I’m fine, that was my fault I was trying to text, drink, and furiously ride my bike over strangers all at the same time.

Brent: Its dark out and my jacket is black you couldn’t have seen me.

Girl: Are YOU alright? I see blood.

Brent: I feel fine. No harm no foul righhhWAAAAH. (there is a huge gash in his right forearm). Whoa uh yeah it’s just a cut.

Girl:  That looks bad you should go get stitches.

Brent: Nah I got some band aids at home, plus chicks dig scars right? I’m starting to feel tired too, bed sounds good.

Girl: You’re tired cause your losing blood plus the whole chicks dig scars thing is a total myth. Come on (she helps him up) there’s a clinic nearby that my friend works at. We can get you stitched up there.

Brent: Thank you for injuring me and then helping me kind stranger.

Lew: I’m Lucy but everybody calls me Lew.

Brent: Brent

Lew: Nice to meet you Brent.