All The Things She Said

All The Things She Said

“Alex!” I yelled glaring at him. “Aleeeeex!”

“Fuck this,” D muttered and swiped at Alex.

“What the fuck!” He pulled his headphones off and shoved D, who nearly fell of his chair.

“Geez, would you guys quit it,” I said with a sigh and another glare.

“What?” Alex gave me an innocent look.

“You’re singing too loud fucker,” D said helpfully.

“Well yes, but that too.” I pointed at D.

“What the fuck did I do?” He said incredulously.

“Swearing, cursing, whatever. There’s too much,” I muttered.

“Like fuck there is,” Alex said with a sneer. “Who the fuck thinks that? And anyway, haven’t you heard of fucking free speech.”

“See!” I pointed at him. “Thanks so much for making my point Alex.”

“Baby,” he said all charm and smirk. “It’s just a fu- ah damn word.”

“So find a new one,” I snapped.

“A new what?” Max asked as he strolled into the room to lean against the table beside me.

“Hey, personal space please.” I poked him in the side and he wiggled away and found a chair.

“Word. Apparently we say f-u-c-k too much,” D said with an overly dramatic eye roll.

“We do? Well damn. Wait, can we say damn?” Max shot me a worried look.

“Damn’s fine,” I mumbled.

“Is bitch okay baby, can we say bitch?”

“Yes Alex, bitch is fine, as in whiny bitch, or little bitch, or my favourite, who’s my bitch.”

Max and D laughed while Alex just smirked at me.

“How about shit?”

“As in ‘you’re such a shit’? Yeah, that’s fine.”

That one got a chorus of “Ooo,” from the peanut gallery.

“Hmmm, ass. Or is it arse?”

“You bet your sweet arse,” I said with my own smirk.

“Bollocks to that,” Alex grumbled.

“Look at that, nearly a whole conversation without the f word,” I praised us all.

“We’re fu- err, freaking awesome,” D agreed with a grin.

“I’m not sure I signed on for this,” Max said pensively rubbing his hand over his mouth.

“Wait, there’s one we haven’t covered yet.” Alex interrupted.

“We don’t have to go through every swear word, just tone it done a bit,” I said to them all.

“Oh but this is really important.”

I could tell by the glint in his eye that I wouldn’t like this.

“Not the c word?” D grinned, his eye glinting as well.

“Oh crap,” I muttered and buried my face in my hands.

“Not that c word baby, the other one.” Alex patted me on the head. “Don’t worry, we got this.”

“Please be careful,” I whispered but I don’t think they heard me.

 

6 Comments

    1. Author

      Thanks for recognising that! Apparently I swear to much (in my writing) so I thought I should address the issue.

  1. Words, language, the depths of the darkness. I love the words of cuss, so much in so little, so many meanings in so few words. Too little, is ignorance of the human emotion when it is charged with violence and depravity. And, when peering into a moment, sometimes a stressful one at that, words will flow.

    1. Author

      I hope that I use the words that way. Profanity to convey shock rather than to shock. I suppose the intent can be lost in the written word if the emotion behind it isn’t obvious.But at the end of it all, my boys swear so that’s what I write.

      1. It always comes across as it should, making the moment grasp reality. That’s what’s so fun about those words, you can use it in so many ways, to do so many things. I say don’t worry, use what works, and, it works

        1. Author

          Thanks 🙂

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