The Conversation

The Conversation
“So, we’re immortal now.”

“Yep”, he said, eyes glued to his video game.

“We’re never gonna die, or get sick or nothin’”, I said as I stood slightly in front of my boyfriend with my arms crossed.

He angled his head around me. “Yeah, dude. It was all over the news. I get it.”

“Ahhh!”, he exclaimed. The sound of bass filled explosions erupted behind me.

“Babe, will ya move, I just got fragged by that idiot Carl. We’re on the same team!”

I sighed and scooted slightly to the left. “Well, what do you want to do?”

“About what?” He jammed a pretzel absentmindedly in his mouth, holding the controller with one hand. His cursing became inarticulate with chewing.

“Brad, this is important”, I said in my best I’m-serious-pay-attention tone.

He sighed and paused the game. “What?”

I glared at him, making him wait in silence. After a couple of seconds I went over to him. “We have the rest of our lives, which is forever, to do amazing things. What would you like to do?”

He kinda shrugged, his eyes already sliding towards the TV.

“No, you’re not understanding. We can travel the world, climb mountains… we could go deep sea diving or fly in an hot air balloon… whatever we want to do because we will live forever!”

Silence.

“Babe”, he said, picking up the controller. “We could’ve done that anyway. Besides, I only got like, $30 bucks in my bank account.”

The sounds of explosions filled the room again.

I watched the little men shooting each other. I heard idiot Carl giggling over the headset.

“Yeah,” I said as I slid back on the couch.

I sighed.

“Brad… hand me a pretzel, will ya?”

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