Excerpt: Following the Hero

It was at that moment, as Alex stared at me like I had just grown a third eye that he entered. I looked over at him - his usually nearly shoulder lenght hair was now cropped short, while his clothes, which usually screamed "renaissance ranger/soldier!" now screamed "modern skate board dude!". His cool dark green wool shirt and leather vest had been turned in for a a plain old long sleaved white shirt and black vest; his cool baggy pants had been replaced with skiny jeans (of all things!); and he now wore Converses instead of his cool, tall brown boots.
"Camden! What did you do???" I gasped.
"You mean my clothes? You didn't really expect me to go around in those rags, did you?" he asked, looking at me as if I were crazy when he, a medival styled character - had just gone all Jo Bro on me!
"Well, yeah! Those are the clothes I wrote for you the wear, and they fit you!"
"Um, yeah, maybe in that other world, but not here! I can't go around looking like a weirdo like SOME people do!"
I gasped. I couldn't believe my own character - a creature of my own pen - had just insulted me!
"Ok! That's it!" I hollered, "You are SO going to be tossed of Amarod in the joust! Right on your face! And! And then! Aragin is going to ride - you - over! You got that??"
"Yeah, yeah, humilation at the joust, what ever," he said, waving his hand at me as he walked away.
"Oh no he did not!"
I intended to catch up with him, knock him to the ground, and rub mud all into his percious new clothes, but Alex caught me before I had a chance.
"Woah there!" he exclaimed, grabbing my arm.
"Man! For the way you two bicker I'd think you were devorced or somthing if I didn't know better!"
"Not devorced from marriage, though we're about to be devorced from the authoress/chracter relationship!" I growled - not forgetting for a second what a twerp Camden was.
"Now come on, Emily! You can't honestly believe that that is your character in the real world, can you?" Alex asked - very siriously.
"Yes I can, because it is!" I esclaimed. I was so not in the mood for an argument like this - didn't I have enough problems as it was???
"Emily! It's simply not possible for a being in a fictional book to materialize! Surely you must know this!"
"I did - until two days ago. Look, Alex, I'm sorry, but I haven't got time to argue this. Aparently I can't let Camden out of my sight for a minute - who knows what he'll do next!"
I heard a creek from the otehr room, and without taking my eyes off of Alex hollored, "Camden don't you DARE leave this house!"
Alex then turned, and I looked up as well - it was just as I had said. There stood Camden, his hand reaching out the grasp the door handle.
"I have to go, Emily" he explained, "if I don't leave right now I'll be late for work, and I can't be late on teh first day!"
"Work??? Where are you working???"
"At one of the stores in the mall - I can't think of the name right now. Cold, Cold something..."
"YOU'RE going to work at Cold Subject???" I gasped.
"Yeah! That was it!" his face lit up as he grinned, and I wished for nothing better than to slap it off his head - except that I had never created him.
"No you're not." I delcared - managing to say it calmly, despite my emotions.
"Um, yes I am."
"Um, no you're not."
"Um, yes I am."
"No you'er not."
"You can't order me around!" he stuck his tounge out at me. Real mature.
"Yes I can - I'm your authoress."
"So what?" he chalenged.
"So I control your every mood - I have authority over you."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Not."
"Too"
'Not!"
"Too!"
"NOT!"
"TOO!!"
How long we'd have gone on like this had no Alex intervined I have no way of knowing - for a while, I'm guessing - but, as luck would have it, Alex did intervine.
"Ok!" he exlaomed, stepping in between us, "Emily, can I talk to you alone in the other room?"
He asked it as if it were a question, but he took my arm and led me into the other room before letting me answer - so it was more like an order. And worse than that, I heard the door close as we walked away - Camden had escaped. I sighed, wondering if I could ever forgive Alex for this.
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