I wrote this partially to resist the temptation to update the same story twice in one day. And partially because I was struck with inspiration last night when I was getting ready for bed.
Disclaimer: You just wish I owned the Clique. :P
"I'm sorry I ever called you immature," the boy said earnestly. "I love everything about you just the way it is. You know that."
The girl turned to face him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. He knew she was contemplating whether to forgive him.
"I really am sorry," he added, his usually playful brown eyes now a mixture of sorrow and something else the girl couldn't quite place. Longing? "I just… I just want my Block back."
Without a word the girl lifted her face to his, her lips slightly parted in an unspoken question. Just as he was leaning in to kiss her-
SPLAT.
Derrick Harrington was jerked suddenly out of his fantasy by a gooey sensation trickling down the back of his neck. It felt as if an egg had been cracked over his head, he thought as he reached up with one hand to touch his hair. But it wasn't egg yolk. It was-
"Crap," he muttered, withdrawing his now sticky hand. Bird crap, to be specific. Why was his life sucking so bad lately? First he stupidly breaks up with the girl of his dreams. Then she hooks up with someone else. And now it appeared that a bird had taken to using his head as a dumping spot. As he looked around for a place where he could clean himself up, an oh-too-familiar voice sounded behind him.
"Derrick, are you starring in Hairspray?" He turned around to see her amber eyes glowing with mirth.
"No," he said, playing along.
"Then why is there crap in your hair?"
He laughed. It was one of the things he loved most about Massie Block. She made him laugh.
"A bird pooped on my head," he said by way of explanation.
"Ewww!" she laughed, crinkling her nose in disgust. Derrick joined in after a beat. The whole thing was pretty absurd.
Once they had both managed to stop laughing, she smiled coyly up at him. "It's supposed to be a sign of good luck, you know."
"What-getting pooped on by a bird?"
She nodded.
"I guess I'm about to get lucky then," he said softly, closing the gap between them. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. She found herself kissing him back, her hands finding their way into his hair.
A million reasons why she shouldn't be kissing him flashed through her mind. They broke up months ago. She was with Dempsey now. And she was getting bird poo all over her hands.
But none of that mattered. Because right here, right now, she was happy. And that was reason enough for her.