Leftover Alphabet Soup
A/N: Guess who made a big fat mistake? Tassel did, that's who. (This is Tassel, by the way, just speaking in third person.) Y'see, Ninja C submitted B on Friday, when I had no school, and therefore my brain categorized it as WEEKEND. So I thought I had to submit C sometime this week. I labored under this happy impression until Akira got fed up and emailed me saying something along the lines of "WHERE THE CRAP IS YOUR CHAPTER?!" At which point I went, "OH, CRAPPERDOODLES." So. Here it is. With my apologies.
Disclaimer: I do not own this disclaimer. And I really don't want to, considering how lame it is.
C is for: Chivalry
By Tassel630
"I have to go to the bathroom," Nudge complained.
"Right," I said. "Bathroom break. 'Kay, there's a clump of trees over there – "
"Max," Angel interrupted, looking up at me with pleading eyes, "can we please go to a real bathroom? Please? We're in the middle of a big city…"
"A grove of trees might actually be better than a city bathroom, hon," I told her.
"But what if we went to a library bathroom or something?" Nudge pressed.
"They would have toilets! Ones that flush!" Gazzy interjected enthusiastically. It was his excitement that got me. How many eight-year-olds have you heard get that thrilled about flush toilets?
"Okay, fine," I said, pushing aside my misgivings – the ones about how bathrooms usually had enclosed stalls, low ceilings, no windows, and only one exit. "We'll stop at the first mostly-empty place we come to."
We soon found one; a quiet little coffee shop next to an empty field. Only two customers were inside.
I started climbing the short flight of stairs, but suddenly Fang was in front of me, blocking the door. For a second I thought he was trying to stop us from entering the shop, and I tensed, searching for a hairy, elongating face – but no, he was… opening the door? What?
I froze. Fang was wearing a tiny shadow of a smile as he gestured for me to walk into the coffee shop. Doesn't sound that difficult, right?
Okay, self. Option One: internally gush about how sweet and thoughtful it was of Fang to open a door for me. Yeah right, I was never even going to consider that option. Mostly.
Option Two: incline head in acknowledgement of door-opening and walk into shop with composure.
"I see that chivalry isn't dead, after all," Total commented from behind me.
I went with Option Three: I socked Fang in the face.
"I am perfectly capable of opening a door for myself, thank you!" I informed him, before stepping into the shop with my head held high.
Chivalry is dead now, Total. I just killed it.
A/N: Hmm, didn't turn out quite as funny as I'd hoped, but oh well. Your next chapter will happily be delivered by Akira43, who will title it Disobedience.
Oh, and P.S., your suggestions for future chapter titles are greatly appreciated. Feel free to get elaborate with them, as long as every word starts with the target letter.
Over and out, Tassel630.