The Bad Apple: Eve's Story
Okay, so honestly I don't have a clue as to how to start this out. I'm not one of those touchy-feely-I-need-to-tell-all-of-my-business kind of person. But I promised my brother I would do this, so here I am. So shut up! And listen up! Because I'm not repeating myself. So I guess I should start with my name...my name is Aveda or Eve for short. I have a brother named Adamus or Adam. Now before you get all excited and point out the obvious, yes we are Adam and Eve form the Bible. Hell no, we were never lovers. That's just nasty.
Ok, since no else has the balls to tell you, I will. The Bible is 99.9% bullshit. Yup, I said it. Bullshit. Most of the stuff written in there isn't even true. Sorry to burst your little bubble, but why would I lie to you? I don't even know you. Look. I don't even want to be here telling you this, but like I told you before I promised Adam I would. Now once again, he is my brother. Not my lover. My older brother to be exact. Who is the most stubborn, annoying, bothersome and overprotective man I know. Yet,he is also the most loving, caring, honest, gentle and understanding person I’ll ever know. He gets me ya know? God, I love that dude so much. He’s been with me through everything. See we have this bond like no other. That thing is so deep that I think it can never be broken. The weird thing is our bond is kind of powerful. I can feel everything he feels and he can feel everything I feel. That’s how deep our love is. There is honestly no words to describe how deep our bond is. Let’s just say we are twins, one soul in two bodies. He has helped me so much, especially with my battle with depression. Sorry. Excuse me. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.
Okay, moving on. I know you are dying to ask. Why did I eat the apple? Honestly, I have not a clue. I couldn’t tell you a reason if I tried. I will say I am sorry. I messed up. Adam has already forgave me, so you can too. Well, let’s wrap this up. I’m done talking about this. Oh, I can leave now? Finally. Now go away.
