TLS (The Lemonade Stand) Flash Fic 4/26
Prompt: www. tehlemonadestand 2013/04/tlss-flash-fic-fridays-are-in-full_26. html
You're his friend. You're the one who's quiet and compliant. You bring an extra six-pack when no one asks. Or maybe someone has and I've never noticed because I've barely noticed you.
You wear threadbare shirts and you don't always comb your hair and sometimes when you're staring down at the ground you get this look on your face and I think you're keeping a secret and sometimes I want to know what it is.
He makes jokes and I laugh, but you don't always laugh. His sense of humor is just okay but I feel like I should laugh anyway. You don't, though. Not always. When you don't I'm embarrassed that I did. It's silly.
You're the last out the door. You hold it open for me and then lock it up for me. I wonder why you don't have a girlfriend.
When his arm hangs on my shoulder you walk ahead. I watch the way you walk, the way your jeans slouch down a little. They're really too big for you, but you probably like them that way.
He's not here, and I tell you but you say you want to come in anyway. I ask you to sit down and offer you a drink. It's ten in the morning and you ask if I have any beer.
"Sure, yeah. Here you go."
You don't even open it. It sits on the coffee table and sweats. There's going to be a ring on the wood but I don't say anything because you seem nervous. I ask what's wrong and then you speak this song that makes me swallow hard and my stomach flutter. You contradict what I've always thought I wanted and I wish I noticed you before.