Early Morning Riser

The Challenge: write a story (length, era, etc. all up to you), but the only two lines of dialogue that you can use are "What are you doing?" and "What does it look like?"


"What are you doing?" a girl whispered in his ear. Racetrack Higgins opened one eye blearily at the girl in front of him. Her long raven black hair hung around her face frame like a thick curtain and her exciting brown eyes peered into his own.

Racetrack groaned and turned over on his other side. The girl blinked, looking perplexed, then frowned. She dashed over to the other side of the bed and proceeded to use the same method as before. She poked his arm until he groaned again, sat up, took the pillow he was using out from under his head and threw it at her. He turned over again.

The pillow hit the girl in the face and feathers flew out of the ripped up seams. The girl huffed angrily, throwing the now almost featherless pillow on the floor. She said a few words, threatening to leave Racetrack if he didn't get up that very second. No response and the girl huffed again. No sooner had she made the move to turn, Racetrack sprang up from his bed and grabbed the girl by her waist. She screamed as the two fell back together, making the mattress bedsprings groan. A second later and a blanket was over both of them from their head to their waist. Racetrack held the girl in his arms and positioned his face at the nape of her neck so that he was taking in her cinnamon aroma.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Racetrack whispered huskily, his voice cracking from using it this early in the morning. Smiling to herself, the girl closed her eyes and leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist again. She supposed the papers could wait for just a few more minutes.


AN: I know, very short. This is also the first few paragraphs of a new story that I'm plot bunny-ing up. I have an idea that Race actually WINS at Sheepshead, like a lot of money, and he keeps winning and then he gets so rich that he turns snob

Race- ((GASP)) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, WOMAN?!

Don't worry! It'll get better, I promise. You seriously don't think I'd turn you snob and LEAVE you like that, do you?

Race- ((thinks)) Well, knowing you . . .

Come on! I'm a DIE HARD, HARDCORE, FAN GIRL, Newsies fan! I would do that to you! ((turns to you all)) And if I did, someone please hunt me down and shoot me ((turns back to Race)) Happy?

Race- ((skeptically)) Maybe . . .

((sighs)) Just read my new story once it's up. I don't have a title for it yet and I don't know if it's going to be in chapters. I may just make it one huge story, but make the scenes really short and stuff. I don't know, we'll just see what plays out. Review please!

Dreamless-Mermaid