Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Irony That We Call Life ❯ TV Dreams ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: TV Dreams

Have you ever wondered what the point of TV was?

When I was younger my family could only afford this small little box that barely ever worked and if it did, the loudest sound was static.

I remember just walking down a few blocks and over two, just to get to my friend Ami's house. She had a newest TV out of my group of friends and it worked the best too. I remember just being there, sitting in front of her televisions and watched everything that was happening on it and dreaming that I could grow up to be just like the stars in those shows.

But really, what is the point of television?

I mean, basically, you are just watching a bad version of reality.

Instead of watching TV, why not actually live reality?

~*~

It was raining on the day that I first got to truly talk to Hiiro.

My parents hadn't come home yet and Shingo was driving me crazy watching him running back and forward, and back and forward, in our apartment. I got so sick of it that I picked him up and placed in front of the TV.

I pressed the on button for our little TV and for one split second where heard sounds and voices coming from it. Just Before it made that weird sound and went blank. Wouldn't you know it? Our TV, as usually, was busted again.

I was ready to cry when I saw Shingo getting bored of starting at a blank screen and decided to start running around again. My head had thoughts running through it that were along the lines off, `Didn't Dad promise to get us a new one this summer? Just like he promised last summer to get a new one? And the year before that?' Except, we never had enough extra money to buy a new one and it seemed that my family would be stock forever with a fossil box we called our TV.

Crash.

The sound of something falling was heard in the apartment below us and then I remembered Hiiro. Maybe he had a TV, or at least something for Shingo to be entertained with.

I grabbed my little brother's arm and practically dragged him down the stairs.

"Let go of me Usagi, there is an evil monster in our house that I need to fight now"

Oh, what an imagination that runt had. He always had something going on in his head that involved tons of action and adventure.

"Oh well, Shin. You'll just have to wait until later to fight the monster bad guy" I told him with an indifferent but sweet voice, begging in my head that he would be happy and forget about the fake monster upstairs.

"Okay sis, but later you will have to help me defeat the monster." I was ready to scream but of course…

…By that time I had already knock on the door that used to belong to my friend Minako, but now was Hiiro's door.

The door was answered by an annoyed-looking Hiiro.

"Hi Hiiro, I was wondering if I could play with you. Along with my little brother too!" Before he could answer I had already pushed opened the door and entered. But he tried to squeeze in a word anyways.

"BUT ME and my dad are trying to clean up a mess." He trailed off at the end, realizing that I didn't care.

"I don't care. Do you Shingo?"

"No… look at that thing!" Shingo pointed at a giant, cardboard box leaning against the wall still filled with things, before he ran off towards it.

"No Shingo! Don't!"

Bang. Boom. Crash. Crunch.

Okay, so at about that moment I realized coming down here maybe was a bad idea. The sad part was that Hiiro didn't even have a television, only the bare necessities of a house, plus a laptop.

The day spent in their though was a blast! Hiiro and I started off silent but by the end we were talking like we had always known each other (or at least I was, Hiiro preferred to stay silent but then again, he had his own way of talking). I learned how to use a computer and what exactly the internet was, since I had only seen and heard about such things on TV and in the few movies I saw. Shingo didn't break too many things and Hiiro's Dad made us some yummy dinner and hopefully didn't have to pick up too many messes caused by my stupid little brother.

~*~

After that day, every rainy day during that summer was spent at his apartment.

Even now when I am stuck inside during the summer because of rain, I think of Hiiro and wish that I could be snuggled up under a blanket in his apartment, watching him type away on his laptop, telling me that one day he would be in the FBI or CIA or something fancy like that…

…something fancy like those secret agents that they show on TV.