The day it happened was about 3 days after I had stopped Rex from telling Andre how I really feel about him but that wasn't even the worst part. He was going to do it while I was gone! It was a Saturday night and my parents were out giving me the perfect opportunity to talk to Rex. I sat across from him on my computer chair while he was on my bed. As we sat in the privacy of our room I shifted uncomfortably under the cold unblinking gaze.

"Rex about what happened the other day…"

"What about it?" He scoffed

"You really need to stop this Rex. You're gonna give us away."

"And what if I want to give us away! What if I'm tired of being your "dummy"? I'm a man Robbie not a toy!" he replied bitterly

"Well what am I supposed to do Rex? Say 'Hi my name is Robbie Shapiro and this is Rex, my childhood friend who died in a car crash when we were six. His soul was magically put into the body of my ventriloquist dummy.' They'd have me committed! And who knows what they would do to do. Have you shredded most likely!" I yelled back not caring how loud I was getting.

"It's not like they don't already think you're crazy Mr. I-talk-to-my-doll-like-it's-a-real-person!"

"You are a real person! And if I don't act like I need you with me at all times what excuse do I have for carrying you around with me. Do you want to stay in my room all the time?"

"What is the point of being out in the world if I can't talk to people?"

"You can talk to people but not so often and never when I am not around. People already want me to through my voice across the room for them because you start talking when I am so far away." I rubbed my temples willing the oncoming headache away.

Rex sat the glaring at me in silence for a long while before speaking again.

"I just can't stand this anymore Robbie. You can't blame me for trying to have some fun, I'm living my teen years as a doll." I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off. "And not matter how many times you tell people that calling me a dummy or doll is offensive, it is what I am." I laughed slightly at that and he smiled.

"And besides I just want to see you happy. You're my best friend, Robbie, ever since we were little kids. I know I bag on you all the time but you know I care about you. I just figured he needed to know about how you feel. I mean you've been crushin' on the dude since you started at Hollywood Arts."

"I have not!" Rex scoffed "And I appreciate the concern but I can handle it myself" another scoff "But you can talk if I am not there, okay? Just please promise me you won't." He took a minute to consider it then he replied.

"On one condition, you tell him how you feel by Friday." He smirked

"But that like less than a week away! I need more time!" I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"That's the deal or else I talk whenever I feel like it." I had to do it. Rex is actually crazy enough to do something that stupid.

"Fine. I'll tell him." I pouted slightly at my loss but Rex chimed back with. "Stop pouting you pansy and come here so I can teach you a lesson. No one talks to Rex-appeal like that and gets away without an ass kicking!" We both laughed and I felt like everything was gonna be okay until…

"Did Rex just move on his own?"

Rex and I turned to see Andre standing at my now open bedroom door.