Music and Bugs (Part 1)

“It’s with double e, not ea, you dumb ass…” she pointed out, and she sounded as if it was the 5th time he had been doing this mistake. But it wasn’t.

Dude. She was like his conscience. She corrected him and made him look stupid every chance she could. That was…not cool.

“Be-a-tles are much better anyway.” He said rolling his eyes and correcting the Type-O. It was Google search and millions of Beatles fan clubs and images of themselves and all their albums popped up, and they estimated it was sure going to be like that for another 10 pages. And supposedly they had to be searching for be-e-tles.

They both had to admit, though, this was much better than a million pictures of bugs. Music, in this case, was incorrect, but would always be cooler.

“Yeah, I like them too…not that we liking them is gonna stop us from making an insect collection, though.” Not only was she his conscious, but she could also read his mind. What the hell?

He typed again. And they got what they wanted. Bugs.

She started copying some notes on where to find these beetles, and who to catch them, and he started humming Yellow Submarine. She was writing, and the humming soon became stressful. She raised her head, threw her pen nowhere, and looked, demeaning, at him.

“Hey, it’s enough torture, being stuck with you in this project. Shut up, please.” She breathed. She looked for the pen. She wrote down some nonsense, and sighed. She had to say it. “It’s not their best song anyway.”

He raised his head, once fixated on the dirt in his nails, and smiled. So, it had been stupid. But she was interested too. She couldn’t help it. It were The Beatles, after all. “Oh yeah?” he said mischievously. She nodded and tried her best to look mature, and as if completely ignoring his words. “My personal favourite is 'Eleanor Ribgy'.” he said, a little too loud. Perhaps this was good to call her attention.

“It’s RIGBY! Dude, what’s up with your spelling? It’s like you have no logic at all.” She opened her eyes, and tried really hard not to release the pen from her hand—again. “I know! I was jokin’, anyway. You know what I like too? ‘The Logical Song’. It’s awesome.” He enunciated the ‘logical’ much more than he had too. “Yeah, Supertramp is kind of cool.” she agreed. She had to. What would she gain if she argued with this jerk again? Whatever, she thought. She continued the project.

While he was busy on something else, she browsed. “Hey, pay attention. I’m gonna read a bit.” she commanded. She hoped she sounded intimidating, because she really wanted to make him work. What had he done, anyway? Mention music and bands, and no nature or insects at all.