CHAPTER FOUR
(That night) Aimee, Scott, and Shelby were all hanging around Scott's apartment. They were on the couch, the t.v. was on but they were barely paying attention. They had food all over the coffee table, they were also eating ice cream mixed with coke and pepsi. They were talking and laughing.
"I can't believe you guys have never had ice cream and coke before." said Aimee through the laughs.
"What?" asked Scott. "Like it's the most commonly known dessert in the world?"
"Yea," answered Shelby. "In the bizzaro world."
"Hey, it's not that weird." replied Aimee. "You obviously had some problems when you were younger."
"Heh, don't get us started on that." said Scott.
"Whatever," said Shelby. "So, how were your dates with the lucky seven?"
"Eee, not so good." Aimee made a face.
"Really?" asked Shelby disappointed.
"Really, really." said Aimee.
"Don't worry," cut in Scott. "Those were only the first seven."
"Let her tell her story." said Shelby.
"Ok." began Aimee. "So, bachlor number one. He was one of the "lucky guys" if you will, from my home town. Turns out, he wasn't looking for date, more like for revenge."
"What?" asked Shelby, almost laughing.
"He said he always liked me. That I had this quirky charm."
"Aww, how sweet." said Scott jokingly.
"But, I never gave him the time of day."
"You bitch." said Shelby, also jokingly.
"Anyways... he was there and he started like cussing me out! I was like what the fuck is your problem! Anger management ass!"
"Eee..." said Shelby. "Sorry..."
"It's ok, I wasn't planning on finding true love on the first date..." said Aimee. "Or any other date,,," she mumbled. "Ok, bachlor number two. I believe he was a guy that you knew, uh... Ezra?"
"Aw, yea, E-z." said Scott.
"Yea, well, he was nice and all, but I don't think he was too into me...um, is he recovering from a breakup? or something..."
"He's not still on Daisy is he?" Shelby asked.
"No, I think he's on a girl named...Pansy...?"
"Jeezuz." said Shelby.
"Yea, what's up with that? Does he purposely find women with the names of flowers?"
"Uh, Ez, is a little complicated." said Scott.
"Ok, next." Began Aimee. "O, geez, don't even get me started."
"What?" said Shelby smiling. "Tell us."
"Well, I showed up at the restaurant, you wanna know the first thing he said to me?"..."Yes indeedy, feed the needy." said Aimee, answering her question. Scott and Shelby started cracking up.
"So, he spoke his mind." said Shelby.
"You don't start a date with a...pick up line, I'll call it, like that!" said Aimee.
"What?" said Scott. "He thought you were looking hot, so he said it, it's a compliment." Aimee hit him with a cusion. "How hot can I look in suede pants and a sweater?"
"It's proven that it's very hot." said Scott.
"Uh..." Aimee complained.. "I don't want to go on..."
"But you gotta, we're your specialists, you need help." said Shelby.
"Ok, great, I know, I'm no good in dating, just keep pushing it in." said Aimee. "But let's just say the rest were total calamities."
"No luck?" asked Scott.
"Not the luck you were wishing for..." replied Aimee.
"C'mon." pleaded Shelby. "Tell us about one more date. We need to learn from our mistakes and figure out your needs."
"hm. My needs?"
"What you're looking for in a guy."
"How about I just tell you and save you the trouble of analyzing."
"But that takes all the fun."
"Oh, so I'm just some experiment used to humor your sick, sick minds."
"Why else would we be doing this?" asked Scott. Shelby hit him with a cusion. "No! We really want to help you. Just tell us one last story." Aimee sighed. "Fine. But unless this whole thing works, you owe me-big."
"Whatever you say Queen Aimee. Now tell." said Shelby.
"Well, the next guy, Bobbie Ray, I knew him when I was little, and he really likes me, but I don't really like him back. I mean, he's nice and a great friend. But he has this really annoying and bad southern accent and do I really wanna be seen with a guy who wears old cowboy clothes? And the thing with Aimee A and-" Scott interupted her. "Aimee A?"
"He always called me that, my middle name is Amethyst and I never go by my last name, so my middle was like my last and he always called me Aimee A. It was really annoying. said Aimee."Hey there Aimee A" she mimicked in a bad accent. "But anyways, I just don't like him."
"Fine, I understand." said Shelby. "They pour their hearts out and you slap them in the face..."
"That's not true. You know I'm not like that, you don't know how bad or weird these guys are. You don't know how horrible it is to be the one who has to reject them when they ask for another date."
"Fine, fine." said Scott. "It's ok, we got it."
"Look I think I'm gonna go. It's been a long, hard day." Aimee stood up and walked to the door. She opened it and left.
***Hey everyone, I hope you're liking the sequel. I'm sorry to anyone for taking so long to get this in. Starting school has been long, hard and busy. Especially entering a new grade that happens to be a really big jump from the last. I actually was thinking about deleting this because I didn't like the way it was going, it was getting kind of hard to write, I felt really guilty though, so I couldn't and I don't like to leave things like this unfinished. So here it is. The next chapter will hopefully come sooner then this one did. Sincerely, Love, Jessica.
P.s. Thanks to "flamingteen" for the Ezra idea. It probably wasn't what you expected, you probably wanted to have the whole date or something, but this kind of thing is hard to write, and school doens't make it any easier.
(That night) Aimee, Scott, and Shelby were all hanging around Scott's apartment. They were on the couch, the t.v. was on but they were barely paying attention. They had food all over the coffee table, they were also eating ice cream mixed with coke and pepsi. They were talking and laughing.
"I can't believe you guys have never had ice cream and coke before." said Aimee through the laughs.
"What?" asked Scott. "Like it's the most commonly known dessert in the world?"
"Yea," answered Shelby. "In the bizzaro world."
"Hey, it's not that weird." replied Aimee. "You obviously had some problems when you were younger."
"Heh, don't get us started on that." said Scott.
"Whatever," said Shelby. "So, how were your dates with the lucky seven?"
"Eee, not so good." Aimee made a face.
"Really?" asked Shelby disappointed.
"Really, really." said Aimee.
"Don't worry," cut in Scott. "Those were only the first seven."
"Let her tell her story." said Shelby.
"Ok." began Aimee. "So, bachlor number one. He was one of the "lucky guys" if you will, from my home town. Turns out, he wasn't looking for date, more like for revenge."
"What?" asked Shelby, almost laughing.
"He said he always liked me. That I had this quirky charm."
"Aww, how sweet." said Scott jokingly.
"But, I never gave him the time of day."
"You bitch." said Shelby, also jokingly.
"Anyways... he was there and he started like cussing me out! I was like what the fuck is your problem! Anger management ass!"
"Eee..." said Shelby. "Sorry..."
"It's ok, I wasn't planning on finding true love on the first date..." said Aimee. "Or any other date,,," she mumbled. "Ok, bachlor number two. I believe he was a guy that you knew, uh... Ezra?"
"Aw, yea, E-z." said Scott.
"Yea, well, he was nice and all, but I don't think he was too into me...um, is he recovering from a breakup? or something..."
"He's not still on Daisy is he?" Shelby asked.
"No, I think he's on a girl named...Pansy...?"
"Jeezuz." said Shelby.
"Yea, what's up with that? Does he purposely find women with the names of flowers?"
"Uh, Ez, is a little complicated." said Scott.
"Ok, next." Began Aimee. "O, geez, don't even get me started."
"What?" said Shelby smiling. "Tell us."
"Well, I showed up at the restaurant, you wanna know the first thing he said to me?"..."Yes indeedy, feed the needy." said Aimee, answering her question. Scott and Shelby started cracking up.
"So, he spoke his mind." said Shelby.
"You don't start a date with a...pick up line, I'll call it, like that!" said Aimee.
"What?" said Scott. "He thought you were looking hot, so he said it, it's a compliment." Aimee hit him with a cusion. "How hot can I look in suede pants and a sweater?"
"It's proven that it's very hot." said Scott.
"Uh..." Aimee complained.. "I don't want to go on..."
"But you gotta, we're your specialists, you need help." said Shelby.
"Ok, great, I know, I'm no good in dating, just keep pushing it in." said Aimee. "But let's just say the rest were total calamities."
"No luck?" asked Scott.
"Not the luck you were wishing for..." replied Aimee.
"C'mon." pleaded Shelby. "Tell us about one more date. We need to learn from our mistakes and figure out your needs."
"hm. My needs?"
"What you're looking for in a guy."
"How about I just tell you and save you the trouble of analyzing."
"But that takes all the fun."
"Oh, so I'm just some experiment used to humor your sick, sick minds."
"Why else would we be doing this?" asked Scott. Shelby hit him with a cusion. "No! We really want to help you. Just tell us one last story." Aimee sighed. "Fine. But unless this whole thing works, you owe me-big."
"Whatever you say Queen Aimee. Now tell." said Shelby.
"Well, the next guy, Bobbie Ray, I knew him when I was little, and he really likes me, but I don't really like him back. I mean, he's nice and a great friend. But he has this really annoying and bad southern accent and do I really wanna be seen with a guy who wears old cowboy clothes? And the thing with Aimee A and-" Scott interupted her. "Aimee A?"
"He always called me that, my middle name is Amethyst and I never go by my last name, so my middle was like my last and he always called me Aimee A. It was really annoying. said Aimee."Hey there Aimee A" she mimicked in a bad accent. "But anyways, I just don't like him."
"Fine, I understand." said Shelby. "They pour their hearts out and you slap them in the face..."
"That's not true. You know I'm not like that, you don't know how bad or weird these guys are. You don't know how horrible it is to be the one who has to reject them when they ask for another date."
"Fine, fine." said Scott. "It's ok, we got it."
"Look I think I'm gonna go. It's been a long, hard day." Aimee stood up and walked to the door. She opened it and left.
***Hey everyone, I hope you're liking the sequel. I'm sorry to anyone for taking so long to get this in. Starting school has been long, hard and busy. Especially entering a new grade that happens to be a really big jump from the last. I actually was thinking about deleting this because I didn't like the way it was going, it was getting kind of hard to write, I felt really guilty though, so I couldn't and I don't like to leave things like this unfinished. So here it is. The next chapter will hopefully come sooner then this one did. Sincerely, Love, Jessica.
P.s. Thanks to "flamingteen" for the Ezra idea. It probably wasn't what you expected, you probably wanted to have the whole date or something, but this kind of thing is hard to write, and school doens't make it any easier.
