Parts
Random oneshots as a way to do something with all the ideas I have swimming around in my head that I don't have time to complete. Hope you like them!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Perspective
When his bangs fall in his face he blows up at them so that his mouth twists into a pout
He only drinks his coffee out of his Oilers mug. Decaf, no cream, two sugars.
He won't wear red on Wednesdays. He doesn't wear it often anyway, he says it's unlucky.
When he's nervous he bites his lip. People usually don't notice—the "famous Derek Venturi" doesn't get nervous—but I always can tell.
He has this OCD habit where before each of his hockey games he has to hang upsides down from the couch and listen to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana three times. If someone interrupts him, or talks to him, he has to start the whole ritual over. It drives George crazy, but I think it's cute.
He's really superstitious—he walked around with a rabbit's foot and a four-leafed clover all day on Friday the Thirteenth.
He has freckles across his nose, but only if you look really closely.
His eyes look brown from far away, but when you get closer you can see they're actually green. Somehow my heart always speeds up when I'm close enough to see.
When he's daydreaming in class, his head always tilts onto his right shoulder—never his left—and he stares off towards the front of the classroom. He always sits in the back. Sometimes, if I squint really hard, I think he's looking at me.
--
When she's really flustered, her voice gets all high and fast, so you can barely understand what she's saying.
She gets so overly excited about getting us into the spirit for lame holidays, like Father's Day or the Fourth of July, where there aren't presents involved.
She can never remember where she put her keys, even though they're always on the hook by the door. I let her sprint around the house in a panic for a couple of minutes before I remind her where they are.
When she's really annoyed at me, she separates my name into two elongated syllables. But I can always tell when she's actually mad at me because she uses my full name.
I love how she looks when she just wakes up in the morning, bleary eyed with messy hair, and so out of it that she doesn't notice I'm staring at her.
She never stops attempting to organize our household even after the countless failed attempts to create order.
Whenever she suddenly gets an idea, her mouth gets really wide and she does this little half skip, half jump kind of jerk before she runs off without telling anyone what it is.
She makes herself a bagel every morning but only eats one half, and then just one bite of the other.
She's a really good dancer. Not that I hide and watch when she practices, or anything.
She has a birthmark just above her left cheek bone.
When she daydreams in class she has this little habit where she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger and stares off into space. Sometimes I like to imagine she's staring at me.
My first drabble. Hope it isn't too cheesy. Review!
--JR