lyrasoze@hotmail.com
Hi everyone! Here is the next Chapter of Operation: YES!!! That's right, the
one that I've been working on for months and not posted. College...a wonderful
and yet time consuming experience. But here we have the next installment, to be followed by a more, I promise.
AN: wintercreek, you are the best friend and beta reader a girl could ask for.
Love ya, babe!
Disclaimer: If I own nothing interesting. Honest.
Operation: YES!!!
By Lyra Matsuoka
Rated: PG-13
Chapter 6: Are Some Things Meant To Be?
I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. And
by hard time I mean that I had ceased to try nearly two hours ago
and had effectively given up any pretence of alertness about the same
time. Shopping for *the* Prom Dress is always a tiring process, as
there are very distinct standards that one must observe at all times.
1) One must always remember that one will be displaying said dress for
a long period of time, and it must therefore be slightly comfortable.
2) One must also remember that this dress will be worn in the presence
of the entire school, and must therefore make a bold and preferably
dramatic statement about style and taste.
3) One must always, always, ALWAYS bear in mind that one will
have to display this dress before one's father and one's
date at the same time. The possibility of spontaneous
human combustion and the random firing of deadly weapons should
be kept to a minimum at all costs.
These are difficult principles to maintain at the very best of
times. But when five girls attempt to accomplish this task en mass,
the odds of achieve these values goes from 'Slim to None' to
'No Way In Hell Are You Leaving The Mall With Your Sanity Intact'
in .5066 seconds.
And so it was that the Sunday before Prom found me curled up in
a chair in some random department store, waiting for Mina and Raye to display the latest dress rack discoveries for Lita, Amy and me. I had seen hundreds
of dresses in hundreds of different colors during the last five and a half hours. Dress shopping was not supposed to take this long. Not ever. It was a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Not that I don't love my friends. I do. I might walk over hot coals for them. I might, perhaps, travel to exotic locals with them. But I would never, ever, ever go Prom shopping with them again. I might not ever go shopping again, period. My allowance would certainly appreciate that.
I was in the middle of pondering what I would do with my money if I didn't
feel the need to spend it on clothing and fabulous shoes and books and what not
when Mina stepped out of her dressing room sporting Dress Number 345.
"Well? What does everyone think?"
I pried my eyes open for a millisecond in an attempt to decide
if this particular dress was worth the effort of raising my head. It
was. I raised my head and appraised the selection. I had to admit it looked fabulous on her. Spaghetti straps, with a tightly fitted bodice and a
full skirt that Mina obviously adored. Mina was examining her figure
in the mirror and seemed pleased with what she saw. And by pleased I
mean that she was wearing a grin that dwarfed the Western Hemisphere.
"This is the one," she declared.
"Thank God. Can we eat now?" Lita declared. Amy nodded fervently.
I gave the thumbs up as my head slumped back into the curve of my
arm; it seemed a waste of energy to cast my vote verbally. Mina
vanished into the dressing room. Again I closed my eyes and
resisted the urge to sigh. Raye emerged shortly thereafter and
Lita smacked the top of my head lightly.
"Raye has something to show the class," she muttered.
"Is it red silk?" I asked somewhat incoherently. The last twelve
dresses had been variations on the red silk theme, and they were all
beginning to blur together in my mind.
"No. It is definitely not red silk. And believe me when I say that
you really want to see this."
Muttering uncharitable phrases under my breath, I raised my head and
opened my eyes slightly. When I saw Raye standing in front of the mirror my eyes
flew wide. Unlike her previous choices, this dress was black velvet shot through
with very dark red silk. The strapless design clung to her body like a second
skin and ended just above the knees. My jaw dropped.
"Damn, girl..." Lita commented.
"Wow," I added, contributing to the intelligent discussion. Raye nodded in
satisfaction.
"Perfect," she declared.
While waiting for Raye and Mina to conclude their business with this fine
establishment, Amy and I browsed through the Prom racks again. The two of us
already had our dresses, so this was purely recreational. I held up a
particularly stunning design that seemed to be comprised entirely of separate
pieces of fabric. How this wisp of silk was supposed to stay on any variation
of a human body I had no idea. And quite frankly...
"I don't even want to know," I muttered, thrusting the dress back onto the
rack.
"In situations such as this, it is doubtless better not to ask questions,"
Amy stated. We both grinned and turned toward the sound of money changing hands.
Shortly, Raye, Mina and Lita joined us and we all began the trek toward the food
court. This was a journey of truly epic proportions, taking us back toward the
part of the mall we had explored earlier that day. And after purchasing our food
and fighting a group of prepubescent boys for a table, the conversation turned
away from dresses and school toward your favorite subject and mine...me.
Or rather, me and my love life...and the center of said love life. In
other words, it was time to play 'Try And Convince Your Friend To Spill Her
Proverbial Guts.' The reason for this scrutiny? Well, I had steadfastly refused
to explain how it was that Darien convinced me to go to the Prom with him.
One day I was throwing erasers at intercoms, and the next day Darien and I
are going to the Prom. Go figure.
Of course, some of the plot was common knowledge. Everyone had seen
the roses at the arcade, for example, and everyone who had witnessed me
dashing around madly and frightening small children away from video games
had hurried to relate the tale to anyone who would listen.
To his credit, Andrew had kept his mouth shut, and Darien flashed that
mysterious little smile anytime a member of the student body worked up
enough guts to ask him directly. The girls wanted to know all the juicy
details and the guys wanted to know what Darien's secret was and by
God they weren't stopping until they had both.
And the fact that neither Darien nor I was willing to confess all
just added fuel to the gossip. As many people know, silence in the face
of juicy gossip bears a large resemblance to pouring gasoline on an open
flame. The suspicions and stories got crazier by the day.
Not that I would have objected to being thrown a diamond ring from
a hot air balloon or whisked off to New York City for the weekend, you
understand.
But the clincher was that I refused to tell even my closet friends
what had conspired on that chilly April evening. Why, you may ask? Allow
me to explain my reasoning. It might seem perverse at first glance
but is in reality well thought out. As previously stated, I love my friends
dearly. But Mina is incapable of keeping a juicy secret. Oh, she could
manage to keep quiet for a few days, but eventually, each and every
detail of that night would be made public. Probably in some
horrifically embarrassing way. Example: a live television broadcast.
You mock now, but Mina's enthusiasm knows no bounds. And I'm
really not so much about public humiliation. Can we say been there,
done that, got the t-shirt, the souvenir mug and the baseball cap?
And since anything I told my other friends would get back to Mina
eventually, I was inclined to keep my mouth shut.
And I was the first to admit that this was gossip worthy stuff.
Front-page gossip section material. Well, he'd been so understanding
about the whole milkshake on the head thing (even admitting that he
might have deserved it), and he'd gone to so much trouble to
set up that rose hunt, and then he'd been so sweet...what was I
supposed to do? Leave to poor guy hanging? When he'd proved himself to
be such a good kisser? What do you think I am, a saint?
So my charitable 'Thank You For Being Such A Sweet Guy And Not At
All Like The Jerk I Thought You Were And Treated You Like' kiss turned
into something a whole lot more interesting. A whole lot more. And
because it was so chilly, it seemed very natural to wrap my arms around
his waist *under* his jacket rather than over. I won't
bore you with the details, but I will say that I had a very satisfying
evening all around. Except for the incident with the policeman and the
obscenely bright flashlight he had with him.
Fortunately he saw the roses and assumed that Darien had just
proposed, so all we got was a lecture about public displays of excessive
affection, a few comments about our age, and many hearty congratulations.
I can't blame the poor man. After all, guys rarely wear a tux to ask a
girl to Prom. So Darien and I had a good laugh over that before he took
me home. And if I stayed in the car with him for a few minutes more than
was absolutely necessary, that is no one's business but my own.
But did that excuse work with my friends? No sir-ee. They were
not taking no for an answer. I wasn't having much success with 'I
don't kiss and tell'. Come to think of it, 'You'll never take me alive!'
hadn't been all that successful either. But I continued to provide
those catch phrases in response to the questions that just kept coming.
"Serena, did it have anything to do with flowers?"
"Of course it did! He gave her six roses!"
"That we know about..."
"You think there were *more*?!"
"Yeah. I really do."
"I like the hot air balloon theory myself."
"Nah, I'm sticking with the private island."
"You obviously haven't heard about the plane that wrote
'I Love Serena' in the sky."
"No way..."
Obviously, speculations no longer required my presence. That was a
change. A change that I appreciated - speculation required only the
occasional shrug and a cryptic 'I'll Never Tell' smile from me. So
while my friends batted theories around, I ate my lunch, throwing the
aforementioned smiles and shrugs into the conversation where
appropriate. By the time I was eating my delicious and
buttery mall pretzel, discussion had turned to pick-up times
and voting for Prom King and Queen.
"Obviously Prom King is going to be Darien."
"I didn't think there was anyone else on the ballot," Lita
commented.
"Andrew's on the ballot. I saw his name in 10 point font at the
bottom."
"Only two contestants for King? There are twelve for Queen."
"And Mina's one of them..." Amy said, digging her ballot out of
her purse. Mina flushed and looked down while the rest of us congratulated
her. I held out my hand and Amy passed me the ballot. Lots of names, lots
of people I really didn't know. I knew Mina and that was about it. Not
that it mattered. Prom King and Queen were a formality. They danced once
together and got some kind of gift basket and were then sent on their way.
But being Prom Queen was apparently a huge honor, and who was I to rail
against tradition?
"I think the Prom King contestants should fight for it. Have an all
out wrestling match or something of that ilk," I said. My suggestion was met
with smiles and at least one laugh. Good to know that my friends still found me
amusing. "After all, no reason why it should be boring."
"So you propose something along the lines of a jousting match to settle
the Prom King race? I'll be certain to bring that up at the next student council
meeting," came a voice from behind me. Three guesses as to who it was, and the
first two don't count.
My friends proceeded to do their best imitations of dissolving into
puddles of goo as I leaned my head back and raised an eyebrow.
"Eavesdropping is a very nasty habit."
"Is it now. Never would have guessed."
"You are not nearly as charming as you believe yourself to be," I
drawled. All evidence to the contrary. Mina was staring at Darien like he was
some sort of dark haired god. I snapped my fingers right in front of her
face.
"Planet Earth to Mina. We'd love it if you'd join us."
Mina's eyes flew to my face and she started to blush a deep shade of
red. Right about then, Raye decided that she needed to look for accessories
for the dress. Lita decided to help her, muttering something about lucky
women and how lucky I was to be her friend and therefore spared her brand
of vengeance. Two minutes later Amy dragged Mina off to sample perfume.
Darien and I watched them go; Darien looked amused and I was shaking my head in
amazement.
"They'll never win a subtlety award," Darien commented as he slumped
down into the seat next to mine.
"That's my friends...direct and to the point," I added. "What's
their time?"
"Two minutes and four point three seconds."
"Hence I win. You owe me a movie."
"Right. Name the night," Darien said, slipping an arm around my
shoulders. I settled into the curve of his arm. Hey, I'd had a whole
two weeks of practice and I was getting pretty good at this snuggling
thing.
"Pretzel?"
"Yes, thank you," Darien said. I extended a piece and proceeded to
eat the last bite myself. While I was doing this, Darien leaned in and
took the pretzel from me. Of course, he didn't use his hands. He took the
bite of pretzel from me with his teeth and proceeded to lick my fingers
clean, running his tongue over my index finger and thumb while keeping his
eyes locked on me. Damn, but I loved when he did that. No guy should be
allowed to be that sexy. Ever.
"You two have single handedly raised the temperature of the room by
ten degrees. Congratulations are in order."
Andrew. Excellent. I tried to pull my hand away and Darien was having
none of it. As he had often stated, we were a couple now. And couples held
hands and spent time together. Evidently couples also got caught in
embarrassing situations at times. Rules of a Relationship 101 - a class with
no notes and more pop quizzes then any I had ever taken.
"It's all in the wrist," Darien quipped. I rolled my eyes and turned my
attention toward Andrew.
"Hi, Andrew."
"Hello, Serena. You are looking lovely this afternoon."
"You shameless flirt," I responded. Darien mock glared at his best
friend, which was very entertaining in and of itself, and proceeded to
finish my soft drink while chatting with Andrew about some kind of
sports team and the score of a particular game. I don't think I need to
tell you that I wasn't all that interested in the topic of conversation, but
I was mighty fascinated by the neck massage I was receiving. In another
two seconds I was going to be purring...
I opened my eyes momentarily when I moved my hair to allow Darien
better access to my neck and shoulders. I wanted him to know that he was
welcome to continue the massage for as long as he felt so inclined. My eyes
fastened on the little piece of paper that was still on the table in front of
me, and I grinned just thinking about the campaigns that were about to
commence.
Let the games begin.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So, what did everyone think? Finals fluff...nothing better, really.
lyrasoze@hotmail.com
Hi everyone! Here is the next Chapter of Operation: YES!!! That's right, the
one that I've been working on for months and not posted. College...a wonderful
and yet time consuming experience. But here we have the next installment, to be followed by a more, I promise.
AN: wintercreek, you are the best friend and beta reader a girl could ask for.
Love ya, babe!
Disclaimer: If I own nothing interesting. Honest.
Operation: YES!!!
By Lyra Matsuoka
Rated: PG-13
Chapter 6: Are Some Things Meant To Be?
I was having a very hard time keeping my eyes open. And
by hard time I mean that I had ceased to try nearly two hours ago
and had effectively given up any pretence of alertness about the same
time. Shopping for *the* Prom Dress is always a tiring process, as
there are very distinct standards that one must observe at all times.
1) One must always remember that one will be displaying said dress for
a long period of time, and it must therefore be slightly comfortable.
2) One must also remember that this dress will be worn in the presence
of the entire school, and must therefore make a bold and preferably
dramatic statement about style and taste.
3) One must always, always, ALWAYS bear in mind that one will
have to display this dress before one's father and one's
date at the same time. The possibility of spontaneous
human combustion and the random firing of deadly weapons should
be kept to a minimum at all costs.
These are difficult principles to maintain at the very best of
times. But when five girls attempt to accomplish this task en mass,
the odds of achieve these values goes from 'Slim to None' to
'No Way In Hell Are You Leaving The Mall With Your Sanity Intact'
in .5066 seconds.
And so it was that the Sunday before Prom found me curled up in
a chair in some random department store, waiting for Mina and Raye to display the latest dress rack discoveries for Lita, Amy and me. I had seen hundreds
of dresses in hundreds of different colors during the last five and a half hours. Dress shopping was not supposed to take this long. Not ever. It was a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Not that I don't love my friends. I do. I might walk over hot coals for them. I might, perhaps, travel to exotic locals with them. But I would never, ever, ever go Prom shopping with them again. I might not ever go shopping again, period. My allowance would certainly appreciate that.
I was in the middle of pondering what I would do with my money if I didn't
feel the need to spend it on clothing and fabulous shoes and books and what not
when Mina stepped out of her dressing room sporting Dress Number 345.
"Well? What does everyone think?"
I pried my eyes open for a millisecond in an attempt to decide
if this particular dress was worth the effort of raising my head. It
was. I raised my head and appraised the selection. I had to admit it looked fabulous on her. Spaghetti straps, with a tightly fitted bodice and a
full skirt that Mina obviously adored. Mina was examining her figure
in the mirror and seemed pleased with what she saw. And by pleased I
mean that she was wearing a grin that dwarfed the Western Hemisphere.
"This is the one," she declared.
"Thank God. Can we eat now?" Lita declared. Amy nodded fervently.
I gave the thumbs up as my head slumped back into the curve of my
arm; it seemed a waste of energy to cast my vote verbally. Mina
vanished into the dressing room. Again I closed my eyes and
resisted the urge to sigh. Raye emerged shortly thereafter and
Lita smacked the top of my head lightly.
"Raye has something to show the class," she muttered.
"Is it red silk?" I asked somewhat incoherently. The last twelve
dresses had been variations on the red silk theme, and they were all
beginning to blur together in my mind.
"No. It is definitely not red silk. And believe me when I say that
you really want to see this."
Muttering uncharitable phrases under my breath, I raised my head and
opened my eyes slightly. When I saw Raye standing in front of the mirror my eyes
flew wide. Unlike her previous choices, this dress was black velvet shot through
with very dark red silk. The strapless design clung to her body like a second
skin and ended just above the knees. My jaw dropped.
"Damn, girl..." Lita commented.
"Wow," I added, contributing to the intelligent discussion. Raye nodded in
satisfaction.
"Perfect," she declared.
While waiting for Raye and Mina to conclude their business with this fine
establishment, Amy and I browsed through the Prom racks again. The two of us
already had our dresses, so this was purely recreational. I held up a
particularly stunning design that seemed to be comprised entirely of separate
pieces of fabric. How this wisp of silk was supposed to stay on any variation
of a human body I had no idea. And quite frankly...
"I don't even want to know," I muttered, thrusting the dress back onto the
rack.
"In situations such as this, it is doubtless better not to ask questions,"
Amy stated. We both grinned and turned toward the sound of money changing hands.
Shortly, Raye, Mina and Lita joined us and we all began the trek toward the food
court. This was a journey of truly epic proportions, taking us back toward the
part of the mall we had explored earlier that day. And after purchasing our food
and fighting a group of prepubescent boys for a table, the conversation turned
away from dresses and school toward your favorite subject and mine...me.
Or rather, me and my love life...and the center of said love life. In
other words, it was time to play 'Try And Convince Your Friend To Spill Her
Proverbial Guts.' The reason for this scrutiny? Well, I had steadfastly refused
to explain how it was that Darien convinced me to go to the Prom with him.
One day I was throwing erasers at intercoms, and the next day Darien and I
are going to the Prom. Go figure.
Of course, some of the plot was common knowledge. Everyone had seen
the roses at the arcade, for example, and everyone who had witnessed me
dashing around madly and frightening small children away from video games
had hurried to relate the tale to anyone who would listen.
To his credit, Andrew had kept his mouth shut, and Darien flashed that
mysterious little smile anytime a member of the student body worked up
enough guts to ask him directly. The girls wanted to know all the juicy
details and the guys wanted to know what Darien's secret was and by
God they weren't stopping until they had both.
And the fact that neither Darien nor I was willing to confess all
just added fuel to the gossip. As many people know, silence in the face
of juicy gossip bears a large resemblance to pouring gasoline on an open
flame. The suspicions and stories got crazier by the day.
Not that I would have objected to being thrown a diamond ring from
a hot air balloon or whisked off to New York City for the weekend, you
understand.
But the clincher was that I refused to tell even my closet friends
what had conspired on that chilly April evening. Why, you may ask? Allow
me to explain my reasoning. It might seem perverse at first glance
but is in reality well thought out. As previously stated, I love my friends
dearly. But Mina is incapable of keeping a juicy secret. Oh, she could
manage to keep quiet for a few days, but eventually, each and every
detail of that night would be made public. Probably in some
horrifically embarrassing way. Example: a live television broadcast.
You mock now, but Mina's enthusiasm knows no bounds. And I'm
really not so much about public humiliation. Can we say been there,
done that, got the t-shirt, the souvenir mug and the baseball cap?
And since anything I told my other friends would get back to Mina
eventually, I was inclined to keep my mouth shut.
And I was the first to admit that this was gossip worthy stuff.
Front-page gossip section material. Well, he'd been so understanding
about the whole milkshake on the head thing (even admitting that he
might have deserved it), and he'd gone to so much trouble to
set up that rose hunt, and then he'd been so sweet...what was I
supposed to do? Leave to poor guy hanging? When he'd proved himself to
be such a good kisser? What do you think I am, a saint?
So my charitable 'Thank You For Being Such A Sweet Guy And Not At
All Like The Jerk I Thought You Were And Treated You Like' kiss turned
into something a whole lot more interesting. A whole lot more. And
because it was so chilly, it seemed very natural to wrap my arms around
his waist *under* his jacket rather than over. I won't
bore you with the details, but I will say that I had a very satisfying
evening all around. Except for the incident with the policeman and the
obscenely bright flashlight he had with him.
Fortunately he saw the roses and assumed that Darien had just
proposed, so all we got was a lecture about public displays of excessive
affection, a few comments about our age, and many hearty congratulations.
I can't blame the poor man. After all, guys rarely wear a tux to ask a
girl to Prom. So Darien and I had a good laugh over that before he took
me home. And if I stayed in the car with him for a few minutes more than
was absolutely necessary, that is no one's business but my own.
But did that excuse work with my friends? No sir-ee. They were
not taking no for an answer. I wasn't having much success with 'I
don't kiss and tell'. Come to think of it, 'You'll never take me alive!'
hadn't been all that successful either. But I continued to provide
those catch phrases in response to the questions that just kept coming.
"Serena, did it have anything to do with flowers?"
"Of course it did! He gave her six roses!"
"That we know about..."
"You think there were *more*?!"
"Yeah. I really do."
"I like the hot air balloon theory myself."
"Nah, I'm sticking with the private island."
"You obviously haven't heard about the plane that wrote
'I Love Serena' in the sky."
"No way..."
Obviously, speculations no longer required my presence. That was a
change. A change that I appreciated - speculation required only the
occasional shrug and a cryptic 'I'll Never Tell' smile from me. So
while my friends batted theories around, I ate my lunch, throwing the
aforementioned smiles and shrugs into the conversation where
appropriate. By the time I was eating my delicious and
buttery mall pretzel, discussion had turned to pick-up times
and voting for Prom King and Queen.
"Obviously Prom King is going to be Darien."
"I didn't think there was anyone else on the ballot," Lita
commented.
"Andrew's on the ballot. I saw his name in 10 point font at the
bottom."
"Only two contestants for King? There are twelve for Queen."
"And Mina's one of them..." Amy said, digging her ballot out of
her purse. Mina flushed and looked down while the rest of us congratulated
her. I held out my hand and Amy passed me the ballot. Lots of names, lots
of people I really didn't know. I knew Mina and that was about it. Not
that it mattered. Prom King and Queen were a formality. They danced once
together and got some kind of gift basket and were then sent on their way.
But being Prom Queen was apparently a huge honor, and who was I to rail
against tradition?
"I think the Prom King contestants should fight for it. Have an all
out wrestling match or something of that ilk," I said. My suggestion was met
with smiles and at least one laugh. Good to know that my friends still found me
amusing. "After all, no reason why it should be boring."
"So you propose something along the lines of a jousting match to settle
the Prom King race? I'll be certain to bring that up at the next student council
meeting," came a voice from behind me. Three guesses as to who it was, and the
first two don't count.
My friends proceeded to do their best imitations of dissolving into
puddles of goo as I leaned my head back and raised an eyebrow.
"Eavesdropping is a very nasty habit."
"Is it now. Never would have guessed."
"You are not nearly as charming as you believe yourself to be," I
drawled. All evidence to the contrary. Mina was staring at Darien like he was
some sort of dark haired god. I snapped my fingers right in front of her
face.
"Planet Earth to Mina. We'd love it if you'd join us."
Mina's eyes flew to my face and she started to blush a deep shade of
red. Right about then, Raye decided that she needed to look for accessories
for the dress. Lita decided to help her, muttering something about lucky
women and how lucky I was to be her friend and therefore spared her brand
of vengeance. Two minutes later Amy dragged Mina off to sample perfume.
Darien and I watched them go; Darien looked amused and I was shaking my head in
amazement.
"They'll never win a subtlety award," Darien commented as he slumped
down into the seat next to mine.
"That's my friends...direct and to the point," I added. "What's
their time?"
"Two minutes and four point three seconds."
"Hence I win. You owe me a movie."
"Right. Name the night," Darien said, slipping an arm around my
shoulders. I settled into the curve of his arm. Hey, I'd had a whole
two weeks of practice and I was getting pretty good at this snuggling
thing.
"Pretzel?"
"Yes, thank you," Darien said. I extended a piece and proceeded to
eat the last bite myself. While I was doing this, Darien leaned in and
took the pretzel from me. Of course, he didn't use his hands. He took the
bite of pretzel from me with his teeth and proceeded to lick my fingers
clean, running his tongue over my index finger and thumb while keeping his
eyes locked on me. Damn, but I loved when he did that. No guy should be
allowed to be that sexy. Ever.
"You two have single handedly raised the temperature of the room by
ten degrees. Congratulations are in order."
Andrew. Excellent. I tried to pull my hand away and Darien was having
none of it. As he had often stated, we were a couple now. And couples held
hands and spent time together. Evidently couples also got caught in
embarrassing situations at times. Rules of a Relationship 101 - a class with
no notes and more pop quizzes then any I had ever taken.
"It's all in the wrist," Darien quipped. I rolled my eyes and turned my
attention toward Andrew.
"Hi, Andrew."
"Hello, Serena. You are looking lovely this afternoon."
"You shameless flirt," I responded. Darien mock glared at his best
friend, which was very entertaining in and of itself, and proceeded to
finish my soft drink while chatting with Andrew about some kind of
sports team and the score of a particular game. I don't think I need to
tell you that I wasn't all that interested in the topic of conversation, but
I was mighty fascinated by the neck massage I was receiving. In another
two seconds I was going to be purring...
I opened my eyes momentarily when I moved my hair to allow Darien
better access to my neck and shoulders. I wanted him to know that he was
welcome to continue the massage for as long as he felt so inclined. My eyes
fastened on the little piece of paper that was still on the table in front of
me, and I grinned just thinking about the campaigns that were about to
commence.
Let the games begin.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So, what did everyone think? Finals fluff...nothing better, really.
lyrasoze@hotmail.com