Title: Banging
Summary: "We call it banging these days, guys."
Rating: Teen
Archive: Yes (hahahaha)
Author's Note: I should never be allowed to write again…
Banging
It was certainly not a fruit of power, but rather a Kroger brand orange judging by the produce sticker. The peel had taken on that dull yellow coloration of rottenness, and one side had sunken into the center. It was, however, still quite orange and quite firm. That characteristic tangy scent was still there. Had I felt the need to peel into the fruit I am sure that my prying fingers (and eyes going by my luck) would've been greeted by an outburst of orange scented juice specks. Feeling the need to duck would've been much more useful.
Neither of these needs came over me. I paid the price in sticky, citrus-scented blood.
"What in Oz is that? Where are we?"
"Nessa, you're in the land where you get on my nerves."
"Well, I can tell that you're just as bitchy there as you are everywhere else." She sighed. "Really, what are you writing?"
"An essay-an entrance essay."
"About oranges?"
"About oranges."
"Oh." Sweet silence.
…My eyes rolled, and I opened them to find myself staring at the concrete and kneeling before my attacker. The orange starred back. A side of the produce sticker peeled off mockingly. I glared at it with even more disdain. As security walked (extremely slowly) towards me, I tried to think of a witty comment about oranges. I managed, "Khhhwwaaaaa…"
"You got hit in the face by an orange?" Another sigh.
"What!?! When!?!" My chair spun as I shrieked. "I got hit in the neck by an orange?"
"There's no need to be sarcastic."
"You realize that your lover just stated the obvious, right?"
"Well, it's just hard to believe." Nessarose picked a bit of lent from Boq's hair. "Who gets downed by an orange?"
"Well, apparently the woman holding your life-and love life-in her hands. Do you want to go there?"
"I love you."
"I know Nessa." Boq raised his head in alarm. "Don't worry Boq; I love her like a best friend."
"Good." Boq reached out and gripped Nessa's hand.
"Yes, I was really trying to steal your lover. That's it Boq."
"I can never be too careful."
"I'm sure that thousands of people want to steal your fictional girlfriend."
"Why wouldn't they?"
"That fictional part is a problem."
"There are those freaks out there…" Silence, yet no so sweet.
"Don't ever speak again."
"But-"
"Boq, I think it would be best if you listened to her."
"But Nessa-"
"I just had a sudden spark of inspiration!" Swivel, place, balance and type.
Boq licked his lips and one speck of light slid off the metal and onto his tongue. The needle in front of his face glinted once before dodging the light. The fingers gripped it tighter, and one hand pulled the string tied to the end taunt. He swallowed.
"She wasn't wicked."
"No more of your trash, Master Hizaero." The man laughed and pressed the needle against Boq's lips.
"I get the point."
"Of course you do, Boq."
-TBC-
Damn entrance essays…