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Chapter-13: Scribble
Word Prompt: Scribble
Audio-Visual Challenge—Musical Mastery: "Wichita Lineman" by Glen Campbell
Listen to the sample, then write whatever comes to you first.
~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~
"Your cousin is a class one asshole."
I glance up from the paperwork I'm trying to focus on at Alice's announcement. Grinning at her, I say, "That is an universal truth, Al. You should've known that by now."
Her nose flares in anger as she huffs at my ribbing.
When she doesn't add anything to that and keeps on giving me glares from time to time, I decide to bite the bullet. "What has he done now?"
Finally getting the opening she's been looking for, she answers with a pout evident in her voice. "You remember the bet we had on Friday?"
Instantly, I'm reminded of the bet that led to the gay bar fiasco and the subsequent "Pussy-Lover Pretty Boy Saga." Raising my eyebrow at her, I ask, "You mean the bet you guys had on about the number of gay men hitting on Em?"
"Yes, that's the one," she replies.
"What about it?"
She gives me a real pout this time as she explains. "Well, I bet that he wouldn't get hit on by more than five guys while he bet that it will at least be ten."
"And?" I ask, suddenly guessing what this must be about.
"Well, he got hit on by nine guys. How do we settle that?"
I suppress a laugh at the outcome and ask back, "What was the bet?"
She frowns and mutters under her breath before replying. "The winner gets to pick the loser's cloths for a week."
I cannot hold back this time and let out a very unladylike snort. "That is gonna be priceless!" I say in between guffaws.
"Hey! You're my best friend. You're supposed to help me out!" Alice protests. "Find me a way out of this. I cannot be a loser!"
Smirking at her, I say, "You should've thought about that before entering that stupid bet with Emmett."
Her pout becomes more prominent, and I let out an over-exaggerated sigh. "Fine. I might have a solution."
Her face lights up at that. "Oh, Bella! You are a life saver."
Keeping a straight face, I drop the bomb on her. "Since neither of you actually won, and I was the one who was dragged to that bar without full-discloser of our destination, I think I'm the one who should get to decide what you get to wear for the next week."
A booming laugh from the doorway tells me about my cousin's presence there, and I repeat myself. "I get to decide what you both will wear for the next week."
That leads to numerous cursing, threatening, crying and begging on both their parts, but I'm a rock in such cases.
They both leave me, looking like I've told them to eat sour grapes for the rest of their lives.
What a couple of drama queens!
~*~*~*DreamWeaver*~*~*~
When left alone with my thoughts, I think of Pretty Boy, or rather Pretty Boy Edward as I've started to call him in my head.
I remember how adorable he looked when he asked me to sit with him at lunch, and that's when I realize that I'm looking forward to meeting him for lunch tomorrow. His presence seems to fill up a loneliness I never realized I felt during my solitary lunch breaks ... until now.
I'm brought out of my reverie when I hear my cell phone ring. "Swan," I answer.
There's silence in the other side before a voice says quietly, "Code 404 has been invoked. Note down."
I reach for a pen and paper and scribble down the instructions fired off from the other end.
Once I'm done, the line goes dead.
Taking a deep breath, I stand up from my desk. It's time to get down to business.
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