"Well, have you finished it yet?"

"Eh, what?"  I ask my girlfriend of 4 years.  She brushes her hair from her
face- a few months ago, this hair was the same raven black as Akane's, and
was cut in the same style.  Then she put highlights in it.  Now, she just
looks like Akane with brown hair (well, they don't dress the same...)

"My fanfic!  The one with B.B.!  Have you finished it yet?"  She advances
on me, sitting on her sofa.

I sigh.  "Are you kidding?  I have 2 hours a night to work on it- between 1
and 3 a.m.- and I also spend that time reading all the mail I get from the
FFML, to which I'll be SENDING your fanfic.  It takes a long time to write
something as large as this is turning out to be..."

"Why do you only have 2 hours a night?"

"Well, between school and homework I don't have much time during the day."

"Well, what about right now?"  She asks.

"Er, right now I'm with you."  Right after I say it I realize my mistake. 
Now, I am banished from her presence (well, except during classes, but its
not the same) until I finish her fic.

WAIT A MINUTE!  WHAT AM I DOING BOTHERING WITH THIS, THEN!?
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