CREATIVE WRITING

"well I really don't have a second room for you to sleep in. just the cupboard.", he looked at her in an apologetic kind of way. it was a small flat, where on earth should he put her?!
" a cupboard? please jimmy, you're not serious are you? i am a lady, a grown up sexy woman at least and you suggest that I sleep in a cupboard?"
"you can have my room and I sleep in the cupboard or on the couch?" jimmy felt that he somehow was going to lose her.

"Good idea!" She seemed to approve of it and went directly into his bedroom. Jimmy shook his head. He felt somehow watched. "You have to take your things out of this room. I cannot stand being surrounded by things that don't belong to me!" Jimmy sighed. This woman was not only sexy, but also... complicated.

"maybe we should move into a bigger place?" jimmy suggested. that would be easier than moving all his stuff in the cupboard room.
"no!" she said decided: "it is important that we stay here! and you could help me get that stuff out of the room!"
"sure, there's nothing I'd rather do"
jimmy felt that arguing with barbie was going to be one of his new hobbies. that woman ment trouble. and that was the last thing he needed. trouble with the organisation was way enough for him. and he didn't need a partner.

Yet he helped her move some of his things to make a bit of room for her things.
He realised that she seemed to have got quite a lot of stuff out of nowhere. Boxes that hadn't been there before were standing everywhere. Did she have helpers who carried the stuff in for her?, he wondered.
But then something else caught his curiosity.

Just as he had entered the room, there had been a shadow on the wall rushing by, as if somebody wanted to hide in the closet. "Did you see the shadow?" Jimmy asked Barbie. Barbie didn't answer, her head somewhere in one of her boxes. He moved closer to the closet, afraid of what he might eventually find. He went very slowly, nearly tiptoeing. And then he opened the closet door abruptly.

To find...nothing. There was no one standing inside the cupboard.
Maybe I am getting more paranoid by the minute, he thought.
But then something in the corner above his head, on the highest point of the cupboard, caught his attention.

he fixed the thing or whatever it was with his eyes. he couldn't see anything in detail but was pretty sure that there was something, and that this weren't excrescenes of his fantasy.

"What are you doing here?" Barbie asked. Only then did he realise that he was standing there like a moron, staring into an empty cupboard.
"There was..." he trailed off, seeing the look on her face.
"There is NOTHING." she snapped at him so suddenly that he almost jumped backwards into the cupboard. "And for the rest of this mission, I suggest you keep your nose out of stuff. "

Jimmy felt terrible. He had annoyed the most beautiful woman in the world, he had failed to be an agent of a secret organisation. He just FELT like a failure. He left the room and went to the living-room to watch TV.
He opened the door, and there it was again...

at first he couldn't believe his eyes. never in his whole life had he seen something like this. and whatever it was, what was it doing here? why did barbie brought it into his house? he was scared.

It looked like something from a James-Bond-movie. When the hero came in and had to find a way to stop the red numbers from reaching zero.
True, the numbers were turned off...but this had to be a very small bomb!

Jimmy went nearer to have a closer look at the thing he called a bomb. When he had almost reached it, the numbers lightened up and... The count-down had started!

'oh my god! what did i do? is it going to explode in my house? am i going to die? i don't want to die! maybe that was all planned from the agency. they sent someone attractive with weird stuff that i am not supposed to touch, which of course i do and *wham* i am history and everthing that belonged to me!'

He rushed to the bomb to have a closer look at it. The numbers said: 9.94! He had to hurry. There were lots of thoughts in his mind and one that got stuck, was: RUN! But then he thought of Barbie, after all she was a professional agent!

"What am I to do?" he asked her, frantically searching the mechanism. In movies, there were always a red and a blue wire, and you simply had to chose the right one (red in most films he had seen). But here...


I just realised we have kind of stopped. Let's continue.