Post by wordy on Mar 4, 2010 21:43:59 GMT 10
Title: The Boy (III)
Rating: G
Length: 381
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Kel can't fight that feeling.
It was all Yuki’s fault. Kel couldn’t stop thinking about that boy - Fal? – and it was driving her crazy. He wasn’t even that good looking! Both times she had seen him he had been wearing the same jeans, and some ratty t-shirt. His hair was too long, his skin too pale. His lips – Kel put her book down on the bed beside her, propping her chin on her hand. She couldn’t remember what his lips looked like...
With a groan, she got up and went out to where Yuki was watching TV in the living room. “This is all your fault,” said Kel, flopping down beside her on the couch.
“What is?” Yuki asked absently.
Kel sighed; she didn’t want to admit it, even to herself. “It’s your fault that I can’t stop thinking about that boy.”
Yuki looked at her and grinned. She turned off the TV. “Really.”
Kel looked at her mournfully. “Really.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
Kel sighed and grabbed the remote from her, turning the TV back on. “I have no idea.”
Two days later, Kel was reading once more on the bus ride home. She had long ceased looking over her shoulder for a familiar face. She wasn’t even sure why she kept getting her hopes up like that. But as fate would have it, when she stopped looking, the boy turned up right in front of her.
“Hey,” he said. He took the seat in front of her, sitting with his back up against the window. Kel was suddenly speechless and happy and shy all at once.
“Hi,” she said.
He didn’t mention seeing her in the cafe. And he definitely didn’t ask her out on a date, which left Kel feeling slightly disappointed, then annoyed at herself for expecting so much from a boy who was practically a stranger to her, and who she wasn’t certain she liked in any case.
Despite her lingering uncertainty, she got off the bus feeling miserable, though she hated to admit it was because of some boy. Steeling herself, she walked away from the bus stop without looking back.
But if she had, she would have seen the way he had watched her walk away, before turning and putting on his headphones.
Rating: G
Length: 381
Competitor: Faleron
Round/Fight: 2A
Summary: Kel can't fight that feeling.
It was all Yuki’s fault. Kel couldn’t stop thinking about that boy - Fal? – and it was driving her crazy. He wasn’t even that good looking! Both times she had seen him he had been wearing the same jeans, and some ratty t-shirt. His hair was too long, his skin too pale. His lips – Kel put her book down on the bed beside her, propping her chin on her hand. She couldn’t remember what his lips looked like...
With a groan, she got up and went out to where Yuki was watching TV in the living room. “This is all your fault,” said Kel, flopping down beside her on the couch.
“What is?” Yuki asked absently.
Kel sighed; she didn’t want to admit it, even to herself. “It’s your fault that I can’t stop thinking about that boy.”
Yuki looked at her and grinned. She turned off the TV. “Really.”
Kel looked at her mournfully. “Really.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
Kel sighed and grabbed the remote from her, turning the TV back on. “I have no idea.”
***
Two days later, Kel was reading once more on the bus ride home. She had long ceased looking over her shoulder for a familiar face. She wasn’t even sure why she kept getting her hopes up like that. But as fate would have it, when she stopped looking, the boy turned up right in front of her.
“Hey,” he said. He took the seat in front of her, sitting with his back up against the window. Kel was suddenly speechless and happy and shy all at once.
“Hi,” she said.
He didn’t mention seeing her in the cafe. And he definitely didn’t ask her out on a date, which left Kel feeling slightly disappointed, then annoyed at herself for expecting so much from a boy who was practically a stranger to her, and who she wasn’t certain she liked in any case.
Despite her lingering uncertainty, she got off the bus feeling miserable, though she hated to admit it was because of some boy. Steeling herself, she walked away from the bus stop without looking back.
But if she had, she would have seen the way he had watched her walk away, before turning and putting on his headphones.