It was just past three in the afternoon on that fateful Friday. I was wiping the counter for the nth time in boredom when he came.
By he, I mean, perfection in human form. Pygmalion would have ditched Galatea and gone gay for him. Michelangelo would have looked at David and thought, 'What was I smoking last night?!' That was all the references I had since that was all I paid attention to during my sophomore History class. Basically – gosh damn, he was hot.
one shot, Fun read.
As the quiz papers were being passed down, Ashton made a sudden movement. One side of his butt lifted from the chair as he shifted. A look of slight discomfort could be seen from his profile.
Oh, Jesus! I'd recognize those actions anywhere.
I scrambled for the pencil that was already in my hand.
He was going to fart! He was going to f—
Ashton reached under his seat and removed half a pink eraser. Frowning, he placed it on the corner of his desk before returning his attention to the test.
The pea was to the princess as the eraser was to Ashton.
Damn it all to hell! How anticlimactic.
ps. so screwed. i need to get into study mode. its not happening. ): sad face. oooh look i narrated the emot. (: smiley face. hoho. on another completely random note, was chatting with the brenda (see how awesome i made you sound? like THE hulk, you're THE brenda.) and telling her what an asshole this guy once was to me and i reviewed the conversation i had with him (by looking at the chat logs with another friend cause i knew i told her about it, gosh, its getting complicating with this bracketing stuff) and i realized what a big misunderstanding the whole thing was. On his part, on my part. And i think i may have ended it on a sour note but i dont think he realized and it may have sounded pretty sweet on his end. *slaps forehead*
You want to know what happened, dont you?
Not telling :x
(yes, this is how i torture people)
'Like hell you did.'
*wipes tears off corner of my eyes*
Good fun!
xx
ppps. HAPPY EASTER LOVELIES!
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