Disclaimer: Talk to the genius of 80s Brat Pack movie genius, Mr John Hughes.
I don't know how good or bad this is gonna be, I'm still fairly new to people actually reading what I write so...yea. Constructive criticism is very much welcome. Flamers can kiss my ass.
My hands, no now that I think about it my whole body, was shaking as I walked down the hallway. I knew he was still there. I knew Vernon forgot about him in that supply closet.
I cant believe I'm doing this, was all I could think about, I can't believe I'm going back to all the ridicule he gave all of us. Even thinking of this I couldn't help smiling as I passed by his locker.
God I wish he didn't look so damn good today, with his hair and the tough guy, criminal look. Then there was something about the smoking thing. It always gets me with guys, not that I would admit that to anyone.
Now, my hands shaking more then they were just a second ago, I reached out for the door handle. I turned and pulled it open quickly, afraid that if I didn't the shaking in my hand would break it right off the door.
"Why hello there sexy. Your not exactly what I would have expected, much better." He said to me in that cocky tone he has.
"Hey," I replied. What is someone supposed to say to something like that, especially when someone like Bender says it?
He stood up and walked to where I stood in the door way and leaned on the frame. "So, to what do I owe the honor?"
"I knew that Vernon p-p-probably forgot about you, and knowing that the d-door doesn't open from th-the inside..." I stuttered before just shutting my mouth.
"Aw, so your not as rude and bitchy as your little friend is. Thats good." He said to me, again with that cockiness...wait is he leaning toward me. I wonder if hes passing out.
"We're different in a lot of other ways too" was all I could think of saying. God I feel so stupid. I blame him for all this. He could have just gone to sleep today and we wouldn't have this problem.
"Oh yeah?" He said then looked me right in the eye, "prove it." oh he wants a challenge huh? I can see all this clearly.
I smirked. It was my turn to be a flirtatious little pain in the ass. "For example, I don't think my 'rude and bitchy little friend', as you put it, would have the balls to do this" The second I finished my sentence I closed the, by this time very small, gap between us with a gentle kiss. He broke the kiss first and I was worried that what I thought I had felt in the library was wrong.
When I looked at him I could see him smirking. That bastard. "I knew I had gotten under your skin when I called you sexy" he said chuckling, yet still smirking.
I playfully swatted him on the shoulder. "You asshole" I said laughing.
"Eh, you love me anyway, otherwise you wouldn't have come to get me." then as we were leaving he slung his arm around me.
"Hey Bender, what about you?" I said stopping, "How do you feel about me?" I could tell he had to think about it.
"Well Sporto, most people don't know this...but some of those girls in my wallet were either pictures of my sister or just friends of mine. Thats all I consider them, but Clair doesn't need to know that." he said. That was all the answer I needed. I looked up at him and kissed him. I smiled as I felt his tongue run across my lips begging for access...