Synlet LOVERS! Its almost summer and
my god I at least have to write a one shot.
So here goes.
P.s.
Brad bird owns these characters im really using them as my puppets.
So bare with me..
If you're not a synleter.. well then you've
been warned ^_^
Summer again.
Junior year of
college,Violet checked her phone almost manically.
She knew he was
older but he should of gotten this whole text message thing down by
now.
Flipping her phone open and close she sat at her desk, in
class wiggling her feet.
one one thousand.. two-one thousand
Still no text and so her professor lectured on.
"Can
anyone tell me who the…" Her jarbled on, pushing the brim of his
glasses back up to his nose only to have them droop forward in their
similar place.
"Yeah…his name is buddy pine and he doesn't
answer any of his facking texts…"
"Violet PARR!" he called
grimly.
can you be anymore of a cliché right now? She
thought with a growl.
"Please lead us through the romantic
period.."
The day carried on like this, no
call, no text, no dice.
She began to walk home, staring back at
the college she adored. Only a year and a half left.
half a year
until life really begins..
a soft whistle interrupted her
thoughts, arms weaving about her waist turning her to face
him.
"Late.." she grimaced and he grinned at her, cupping
her cheeks and laying a gentle kiss on her nose.
"but not too
late.."
"where are we headed now?" she smirked, nudging him
in the gut with her elbow and he took it, much to her surprise and
held her tighter to him.
"To a more.. secluded
spot.."
butterflies swarmed in her belly and she followed him to
his muscle car, rolling her eyes.
"WHA?" he
frowned.
"Nothing..just the fact that it bothers you that I
don't drool over your automobiles nearly as much as you
do.."
"Love, are you jealous?"
"Never." She folded
her arms as he unlocked the door and slid inside, marveling over the
even tempered seats.
"They're controlled.. with this remote."
He wiggled it bout in front of her.
"just so that you don't
burn your toosh when its hot outside."
"right.." she lifted a brow at him as he turned, kissed her and started the vehicle.
They
drove to a tiny lake, out near a park she had frequented as a child.
Buddy set out a tiny beach towel and swooped her up into his arms and
plopped right down.
"You're awful cheery today." She grinned
as he drooped his sunglasses to gaze into her eyes.
"well its
because im with someone very special.."
"and who might that
be?" she almost sickened herself at playing dumb but carried along
with his game anyway.
Instead of answering Buddy cupped the back
of her neck and dipped her back, a tiny kiss planted onto her neck,
her chin then her nose then finally turning his head he leaned into
kiss her thoroughly on the lips—when a beach ball plummeted into
his face.
"HA! That's for making out with my sister!"
Dashiel laughed and raced off.
"that little brat.." Violet
shouted.
Buddy did his best to regain his pride but his nose,
already splashed with freckles glowed a shiny red from the sudden
impact of the plastic ball.