Monica found herself at a dead end job. Her days were spent servicing the needs of the elite and well to do and she wanted out. A sensible girl by nature, Monica knew that it was only a matter of time before her ship finally came in, or she would marry a Greek scientist. These were the things that kept her going while faced with the mundane and they were enough until today.
The snow outside was falling at astronomical rates and Monica knew that from the moment she got to work until the time she went to bed, all she would hear about is the utter amazement people felt towards the idea of snow falling in Chicago. Her agitation was justified because she had lived there her entire life and so had most of the people who felt the need to complain about it. "What the hell do they think is going to happen? It's fucking Chicago in January!" She proclaimed to herself while listening to random patrons expressing their disbelief.
"Lovely weather we're having, huh?!" an ugly sweaty woman said to her as she handed her her husband's credit card. Monica did not respond to this prying attempt at conversation. You see, Monica is not a fake person and the idea of satisfying the whims of this dried up socialite did not suit her. She just looked down at the computer and finished the transaction. that is when she saw it.
If it were at all possible for an inanimate object to appear magical, this would be the one. The sleek silver tip shone under the florescent ligths and the coup de grace of this object was it's green creature fixed perfectly on the clip. This object was delivered to her as manna from heaven, not wanting anyone to steal it, she immediately put it in her pocket and hoped that no one else noticed.
The day went on and as the minutes ticked on, Monica found herself staring at other pens on the desk. "Oh how sad you are" she said out loud without thinking. Her coworker looked over at her puzzlingly thinking she was referring to him, but that didn't deter Monica. She knew that she had to help them. The black cheap stick pens needed to learn the way and her hidden treasure pen was the answer. As he clocked out for the day, she thought with a certain elation about the 24 pens she carried in her jacket pocket. "Fear not, Actos (the name of the pharmaceutical written on the side) will show you salvation." she said as she started her car and began her drive home.
Monica knew she needed supplies for the ritual that awaits the pens. Since there was no manual on pen liberation, she closed her eyes as she sat in her car outside of Target waiting for answers from the divine. "Bumpit, Mousetrap, duct tape, milk, and towels, really?" she began to question out loud. "Alright, if that is what it takes." she says as she turns off the car and heads into the store.
As if a sign from heaven, she sees that someone had dropped an entire package of multi colored Sharpies. "The sages!" she exclaimed as she crouches down to pick them up. Gingerly, Monica raises the package slowly in the air to study them further. "I know what I must do. This is what you shall become one day," she says as she rubs her pocket which holds the pens.
"HEY, Give me back my pens!!!" a loud booming voice shouts, interrupting her moment of worship.
"What, oh, I am sorry, but these are not just pens," Monica says looking at the man. He is tall, muscular with flowing black hair and olive colored skin. "these are the keys that unlock the potential of the poor pens in my pocket. Actos has sent these to me as a talisman. To take these miraculous tools back would be a crime, and I will not let you do so."
"Look," the man said, pushing his hair out of his face, "I paid 8 bucks for these. Why don't you just go into Target and buy your own?"
"GIVE ME THE TALISMAN!!!! AAAAAHHH!!!" Monica screams, bursting into tears. "You are ruining everything!"
Sensing that Monica is having a major emotional melt down, the stranger puts his arm around her and whispers gently to her, "Look, I am sorry, I didn't realize how much you, um, needed these sharpies. The thing is, I need them too. I am a scientist and I have to make a presentation tomorrow in front of the National Committee for Saving Everyone. But hey, let me walk with you into the store, and I will help you get what you need. These can't be the only Sharpies sent from God?! Right?"
Monica couldn't help but notice how strong this strange man was. He had perfectly sculpted abs and his breath was as sweet as candy. He almost made her forget the task at hand. Snapping back into reality, she says, "That sounds good. I only need five things and I guess you are right, it is more about the act than the actual Sharpie."
They walked, slowly and silently into the store. With hesitation in his voice, the man spoke, "What else are we looking for?" He worried what the answer might be after the erratic behavior.
"Bumpit, Mousetrap, duct tape, milk, and towels."
"OK." he says. Like a lightening bolt, he knew. This was the woman he was meant to walk life's long windy road with. More than that, he began to believe. He believed that she could and would infact transform the pens in her pocket into mystical beings. The concept sent chills up his spine as he unknowingly took her hand and lead her to the health and beauty section. The two proceeded throughout the store gathering the supplies. He wanted to ask her what the ritual consisted of, but did not want to hear the answer, and he wasn't sure why. At the check out Monica realized she had forgotten the milk and the man went to get it. His feet were swift as if floating. His mind was racing with anticipation and excitement. The two checked out and left without saying a word.
"What happens now?" he asks, praying that she doesn't dismiss him.
"Well, I thought I was supposed to do this alone, but now it seems that you are meant to be a big part. I am going to go home and get my house ready for the ceremony. You are welcome to come if you want"
"YES! I mean, sure, I would love to come see this through. I mean, hey, we have come this far." He says trying not to seem too anxious and excited about the prospect of spending the evening with this strange and fascinating girl. "Why don't I drive? That way we can combine our energies and maximize the potential of our power."
"That sounds like an excellent idea." Monica follows the man to his car, a midnight blue Camaro. He opens the door for her and as she turns to get in, he gently kisses her on the forehead without thinking.
"This should be interesting." He smiles and they drive off to what is most definitely going to be the first night of the rest of their lives.
-To Be Continued
And for the Marty Casey love, This picture is ridiculous
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