I say that I don’t like surprises. I am a liar.
I like waking up to Danielbeast watching me sleep for no apparent reason, even though I snore horribly and toss and turn and wake up looking like a mess. I like watching the reactions of people when I finally find the nerve to show them something that means a lot to me. I like it when Danielbeast makes me spontaneous thermos cups full of hot Summer Peach tea. I like it when he sneaks up behind me just to wrap me up in a backwards awkward hug. Or a random sneaky cookie he’s managed to snag from the kitchen without everyone noticing.
But that’s the only time I like surprises. When it’s Danielbeast.
I keep saying I need to stop reading all of these disturbing things on the internet, like what happened in Tel Aviv in the middle of last month… but I kind of thrive on them. Not because I find it amusing, but because I am a writer and a reader and an empath and a studier of people and I find these things interesting.
I spent three years refusing to watch LG15, avoiding it like the plague, only to find out four months ago that I love it. … well, except The Last. Which I hated.
I love when I think of random things like this for no apparent reason:
Remy: Look, I know. I betrayed you. I went on to become one of their ranks. I know. I betrayed you from the beginning, I turned you over to them, I aimed a gun at your head and gave you no choice but to stop.
Daniel: So… why are we having this conversation instead of the one where I put your head through a wall?
Remy: I. Know. But I’m useful. And I’ve saved your ass a million times. So you can use me, and try to trust me, or you can use me and not trust me. What’s it going to be? ‘Cause either way? You need me. Just like you always have.
Daniel: And if you aim a gun at my head again? If you betray me again? If you let them capture one of us again? When you let us down, again?
Remy: Well. I guess you should start carrying your own gun then, hm? And keeping your guard a little higher? Maybe watching your minions a little closer? Definitely the carrying your own gun thing, though.
Daniel: Carry my own gun. I’ll look into it. Be careful not to look into your eyes, maintain two foot safety distance for the sake of my sanity.
Remy: How’s that going for you?
Daniel: Not as well as I would like.
Remy: Old habits die hard.
Daniel: Nothing…
Remy: Ever changes. Not here, at least. Look on the bright side: At least I’m the only person around you have to worry about trying to kiss you and kill you in the same breath.
Daniel: **mumbling** I’m not so sure of that.
Firstly, that has absolutely nothing to do with a girl named Remy. I have LG15 on the brain, and I want Sarah to be… Rogue Elder. Or something.
Second, that’s a VERY rough draft, it’s 2:53 am, it just popped into my head, and my brain isn’t working well enough to write well, okay?
Third, that is my very first attempt at script writing, ever. Be gentle.
Oh, and Fourth, Yes I know that Sarah never pointed a gun at Daniel’s head.
I think I’ll end this here, for the sake of… everyone’s sanity.

