Totally Cliche.
"A cliché or cliche is an expression, idea, or element of an artistic work which has become overused to the point of losing its original meaning, or effect, and even, to the point of being trite or irritating, especially when at some earlier time it was considered meaningful or novel."
Stevie drummed her fingers against the marble table, as her mother rambled on about decor and the latest fashion. "So, Stevie, dear, Where's your little boyfriend?" Her mother asked, admiring her nails. "Oh, um, he didn't want to come?" She said, it was more of a question than a statement. "Oh, your father use to do that, that's why I dropped him for Georgie." Her mother had a dreamy look in her eye.
Stevie mumbles something under her breath, obviously annoyed by her mother's outburst. "So Stevie, whats your-" Her mother get cut off by the door bell ringing. Her mother runs, gracefully for the door. "Natasha, darling, glad you could make it!" Stevie could imagine her mother and step-sister air kissing each others cheeks.
"Oh, you didn't mention that she was here." Natasha looked annoyed. But all Stevie's mother wanted was for her imperfect daughter to get along with her perfect daughter, was that too much to ask? "Come, come. I was just going to ask Stevie what her little boyfriends name was." Her mother said, pulling out a chair for Natasha as if she was the guest of honor.
"Mother! You should acknowledge, that it is highly illogical for Stevie to obtain a boyfriend!" Natasha looked aback taken from Stevie's mother's comment. Stevie snorts at Natasha's words, Natasha was a blond but she sure had the vocabulary of a sophisticated Primridge girl. Because she was one. "If you really want to know, his name is Zander." Stevie said, before she could stop herself. Her cheeks have a certain tint to them.
Both woman gasped, one with delight and other with hatred. "I called dibs!" Natasha was pissed off that Stevie would break such a rule. "Oh Natasha stop your whining you got yourself a jem with Carson Marks!" Indeed she did. Carson Marks was tall, lean, tan, blond, and blue eyed, someone you would see in a movie as the popular boy.
Natasha sneers and stomps her foot. "I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!" She screeches like a brat, well not like because she is one. "Go to your room." Her mother orders, then turning to Stevie she invites her "boyfriend" over. And someone doesn't take 'no' for an answer.
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Stevie walks in to find Zander playing strumming ukulele, to a song called 'i'm so bored' .
"Nice song." She comments, sitting next to him. He nudges her on the arm. "How did the lunch with mom and evil step-sister go?"
Stevie lets her whole story out, not surprising Zander. Of course she leaves out the whole Zander being her boyfriend thing, because they aren't dating. Although, they both like like each other, but they're to stubborn to admit it. "Can I ask you a favor?" Stevie says, nervously.
"Yeah, sure Steves." He nods.
"Willyoubemyfakeboyfriend."
"What?"
She says it again, but slower.
"Of course I will." Color rises to both of their cheeks.
"Thanks Z, so how did you ask me out?"
"Well, lets see.. I went on a date with this girl, lets call her Jessica, and then I get trapped in a closet with you and I realize my love for you and I break up with Jessica and she goes ballistic, and tries to kill you but me being the hero saves you and we kiss, for the first time under fireworks.."
"You realize, that's totally cliche?"
He looks at her with a look that says 'You have anything better?' and she starts laughing. He joins in, and then next thing you know, they're kissing. When the stop kissing, he puts his forehead against hers.
"Do you have a better idea?" He ask his, hot breath against her nose.
"You know that story was-"
He holds his palm up and finishes her sentence.
"I know... Totally Cliche."