tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post3780436709765579901..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: Friday FunkdayWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-8937145174058173592009-03-05T23:50:00.000-05:002009-03-05T23:50:00.000-05:00Deb, I am so in love with that! Seriously! That wa...Deb, I am so in love with that! Seriously! That was HOT!!!!Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-39718326652181620412009-03-05T22:04:00.000-05:002009-03-05T22:04:00.000-05:00I jumped as he flew into the seat across from me a...I jumped as he flew into the seat across from me at the lunch table.<BR/><BR/>"Huh?" was my brilliant response.<BR/><BR/>I had just spent the last thirty minutes trying to wrap my seriously math-deficient brain around the latest calculus homework.<BR/><BR/>"Will you go out with me or what?" he repeated.<BR/><BR/>Holy crap. Jesse Carmichael asking me out?<BR/><BR/>Squinting my eyes, I nonchalantly glanced around the cafeteria expecting to see the rest of his posse snickering and choking up pizza at the next table.<BR/><BR/>Nothing. I was still suspicious.<BR/><BR/>"Why?" I asked.<BR/><BR/>"Don't you want to go out with me?" he asked innocently, slow-as-molasses and just as smooth.<BR/><BR/>He leaned across the table. His hazel eyes locked onto my brown ones. I couldn't look away.<BR/><BR/>Ears buzzing, mouth devoid of saliva, I rasped, "What makes you think I want to go out with you?"<BR/><BR/>Wow, my voice sounded kind of sexy!<BR/><BR/>Jesse reached across and lightly stroked my forearm, making the hair stand on end.<BR/><BR/>My heart pounded. Could he see that through my t-shirt?<BR/><BR/>"Well, I just thought..." he shrugged one shoulder. "You HAVE been flirting with me pretty shamelessly."<BR/><BR/>Ohh, there goes the lock of hair over the left eye.<BR/><BR/>Choke. He was on to me. I fluttered my Maybelline brownish-black eyelashes and lifted my Coke for a dainty sip, stalling.<BR/><BR/>"You've got me curious, Evie." he murmured.<BR/><BR/>Well, wasn't that the point? Yea, but I didn't expect...now what do I do with him?<BR/><BR/>I knew what was coming next. The "smile". I steeled myself so as not to give away just how badly I wanted him.<BR/><BR/>And then it happened. The "smile". Revealing a bright green remnant of spinach from today's pizza, wedged between his front teeth.<BR/><BR/>And, just like giggling at someone who just walked into a light post, I couldn't stop myself. Coke spewed from my mouth, covering him like brown spray paint.<BR/>Shit!Deb Markantonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09504649268821803688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-23746850410810909612009-03-05T19:14:00.000-05:002009-03-05T19:14:00.000-05:00Ha! Love it Heather!Ha! Love it Heather!Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-64248891578034478692009-03-05T18:07:00.000-05:002009-03-05T18:07:00.000-05:00Oh, hell no. There was no way. Him touching me… ki...Oh, hell no. There was no way. Him touching me… <I>kissing me</I>… ugh, it was too much grossness to think about. “Um, I really don’t think….”<BR/><BR/>“It will be fun.”<BR/><BR/>“But I --”<BR/><BR/>“You know you want to.” He leaned in close, his elbow rested on the locker above my head, trapping me in. “Say yes, baby, and get it over with.”<BR/><BR/>What was up with this tool? Like, seriously? “I really don’t think so, Kurt. I have things to do tonight.”<BR/><BR/>He shook his head yes like he understood. “Next week, then.”<BR/><BR/>I took a deep breath. I had to get this over with. If I didn’t he’d bug me forever. I looked him straight in the eye, staring him down and willing him to see the truth. “I’m a lesbian.”Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-80248351055139411512009-03-05T12:13:00.000-05:002009-03-05T12:13:00.000-05:00Ha! This reminds of a few mental rundowns I had in...Ha! This reminds of a few mental rundowns I had in high school. Love it Trish!Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-52014504401058505322009-03-05T10:14:00.000-05:002009-03-05T10:14:00.000-05:00Love that Trish!!!!And btw, oops! This posted a da...Love that Trish!!!!<BR/><BR/>And btw, oops! This posted a day early. Sorry!Suzanne Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09513999796820177367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-86950354047407038182009-03-05T08:57:00.000-05:002009-03-05T08:57:00.000-05:00If I go out with him, there are so many things to ...If I go out with him, there are so many things to consider. <BR/><BR/>Like, first, how will this affect me socially. I mean, he's cute and he's second-string catcher on the baseball team, but there WAS that one time when he got drunk at Chris Murphy's party and puked all over himself. Do I really want to be known as the Girl Who is Going Out With the Guy Who Puked on Himself?<BR/><BR/>And then there's the matter of that shirt. Does he know it has a hole in the back, down by the bottom? And that he's really NOT a "babe magnet"?<BR/><BR/>But those eyes. They're all melty and brown. And when he smiles like that my heart gets all racy and my breathing just doesn't work right. <BR/><BR/>Oh, what the hell?<BR/><BR/>"Sure, I'd love to."Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08387112387407706235noreply@blogger.com