Nursey, Nursey, Much Controversy

Kyle

I think one of the strangest sights I ever saw was...well, I'd have to start from the beginning to explain it. I was coming home from school, those irritating ninnies who always follow me around calling themselves my friends. I got home and they followed me in and we all heard the noise. There was a loud noise sounding from my bedroom. It's quite difficult to explain, kind of like bed springs, a high, constant moan. With a frown, I sat, trying to think who it could be. Only the Necronomicon and Scrivener Elf were around when I was out. They were in my room, so, I thought, why bother knocking? They hadn't bothered with pleasantries and politeness, so why should I?

Turns out I should have to protect myself. The door was slightly ajar though, so I pushed it open, and it was as though I was in an overly detailed nightmare. It was surreal. I stepped into a room warm as a sauna and I saw a sight that I didn't even think could exist. Like, really, how do you fuck a book? My apologies to put it like that, but when you see a man and a book getting at it in your bed, thoughts of courtesy do tend to fly out the window. Worse still, as if it could get worse, my Necronomicon was doing the dirty deed with...with...

WITH SIGMUND!

Necronomicon

Ever since I first found out he existed, I've found my mind entranced by Sigmund the Sorcerer. There was something about him, almost this glowing aura. He was beautiful. He had the loveliest eyes, unusual colour, and such a gorgeous body. He was so talented and that voice was just irresistible. I loved watching him perform, and I often would watch him when Kyle was away. Then one day, one glorious day, I met him in person, and I knew at once, at once, that he was the one for me. I was in love. And even better, I was able to keep in touch, and Sigmund is good to his fans, and...well...some things happened, but I couldn't exactly leave my place. Often I was tucked under Kyle's arms or cuddled to his chest. Those rare times I could spend with Sigmund in my sights were bliss, purest bliss. It was my idea. I guess it's the curse of being so alone most of your life, and a little bit of reckless affection was like...

Everything I ever dreamed of happened in those few hours. I was loved, and there was passion, and it was the first time I really found it didn't feel lonely in these same old walls. It was a wonderful feeling. I was loved...
"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"
We sprung apart, and there in the doorway stood Kyle. He looked furious, cheeks blazing red. His eyes were fixed on Sigmund's face so he would not have to look at anything he really, desperately did not want to see. In a moment of cowardice, I disappeared, hiding myself in a drawer in the living room. I could hear the shrieking, which went on for a good long while, and then silence, and then banging as he came to find me. Sigmund was gone. I knew that much. Doors opening and slamming, books being torn off shelves and thrown to the floor, cupboards and drawers practically torn from their places...and then a bright light blinding me as he found me. He had gone even redder than before, and he reached in and pulled me out...


Sigmund

You can feel rather betrayed when a partner just runs out on you the moment you get in the slightest bit of trouble. Ugh, the mood I was in right then, after leaving that tiny little room with the stupid, scratchy sheets. I just wanted to take something in my hands and tear it to bits. As it was, I lay on my sofa, hands behind my head and glaring at the ceiling. I stay like that well into the night, even though I have to be up for a performance the next morning. I didn't sleep, even though I was very tired. I remember using caffiene and sugar to power through the performance. All that buzzed through my head for the day was that I had been caught with that untrustworthy book, by Kyle of all people. Just imagine the people he could give this to. It would be big gossip. And not just that, it was also the embarrassment, the hurt, that I'd just been left there to bare the brunt of it...I'd ended up in tears the moment I got out of sight of the public.