Page 67 of Game Changer

It’s ok. I remember, Britt. I know that we’re married. I know what I need to do.

“You can’t die, Pim,” her voice shook and he could have sworn she was crying.

I have no intention of dying, Britt. Please don’t worry, I won’t ruin your visa application and get you deported. I know you’re my fake-wife.

“You need to remember,” she repeated softly, her voice intense.

Jeez.I get it, ok? I’m getting tired here, Britt. I know. I know exactly who I’m married to – or rather, who I’m not married to. I get it.

“I love you, Pim.”

I love you, too, bestie. But sometimes you’re a seriously neurotic pain in my ass.

***

I know someone’s there. I heard you move. Didn’t you feel that? How could you not have felt me moving? Are you an idiot?

Please notice I’m moving. Please? Before I’m dragged back into the darkness. Or worse, that fucking white waiting room. I can’t take it. PLEASE?

I need to wake up. I’m getting seriously paranoid. I can’t believe I thought my best friend was flirting with my girl, earlier. Was that earlier?

Fuck if I know.

He wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t. Ange would. But I know Jer wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t, right?

Fuck.

Someone, please? Anyone?

“Jeremy?” Lisa whispered, as she stroked AJ’s forehead with her fingertips.

Silence.

C’mon, man. Wake the hell up.

Poor chick has her work cut out for her. He sleeps like the frickin’ dead. I’m surprised he’s not snoring like a damn chainsaw.

“JEREMY!” she hissed, “Wake up!”

“OW! What wasthatfor?”

That’s my boy. Snap out of it. Shake it off and focus.

“Shhhhh. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t wake you. He moved his toe, Jer.”

Yes, I did.

His excitement started to build.

Steady. It may have been a one-off. Like the eyelid thing. You haven’t been able to do it again.

Try anyway! While they’re paying attention. Do it!

“Lis –”

No, no, no. Believe her, dude. I did! The leprechaun is right! Who the hell is she anyway? And how is she so friendly with Jeremy? Has he got a secret girlfriend I dunno about? I thought we were friends, man.