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kageotogiI have finished everything Barb asked me to do today, thus leaving me with nothing to do. Books have been shelved. People have been called. Sections have been alphabetized. I have checked on the status of Oak's book (sadly, there was a problem in ordering it, so it's back on the wait list to be ordered next week. Sad). All in all, I've been productive today (hahaha).
Kyle (store Kyle, who used to work here) left cookies behind after her book group disbanded. She told me to help myself. I ate a cookie. It alleviated the growliness that is me at work. (Sort of.)
Michael (the owner) asked me to fix the computer in the back, which has been in safe mode for the past few months. There needs to be at least two people here while that's being done, however, so it looks like I'll be fiddling back there on Saturday, during the hour when Colleen (the boss) is going to be here with me. I'm not sure I can do it, really, but he told me he has faith in me and my abilities. That made me snarf my cookie. Nonetheless, I will be working on the computer in the back this coming Saturday. I'll probably look a few things up beforehand so I don't inadvertantly turn the store into a waste zone. (Oooh. Can I be fired for that?)
Anyway. There's half an hour until the mall closes and I'm out of tasks to perform. Since I refuse to dance in front of the store like the person in the cow costume is doing outside the ice cream shop (yes, I was confused, too), I think I'm done working for today. The store and the floor outside are pretty much dead. I'm bored. Thusly, I'll be writing...
Drabble #1:
Gravitation: First Time Feelings
Shindou Shuichi had gone out with lots of girls before he'd met Yuki Eiri. Hiro had always been super popular, after all, and it had been his duty as a best friend to make sure Shuichi didn't become a social reject. As a result, Shuichi -- would would have been just as happy to be left alone with his music and video games -- went on his first date at the age of thirteen, got his first kiss at fourteen, almost lost his virginity at fifteen, and got his first handjob at sixteen. By the age of seventeen, Shuichi had learned -- through the extensive research that came with being involved with three steady girlfriends and a bunch of dates -- that girls were fun, but only in small doses. With only the wonders of sex left to his imagination, Shuichi was pretty sure he was done with firsts.
Then came Yuki.
This first time Yuki had kissed him, Shuichi had realized that all his other firsts no longer meant a thing. His first kiss with Yuki topped all the other kisses Shuichi had ever had in his life. It was a first kiss all over again -- except good -- complete with weak knees, tremors, and a few cheerful explosions in his brain.
The same thing happened the first time Yuki got him off, the first time the writer said his name, the first time they... Well, with Yuki, Shuichi was reliving all of his firsts. Over and over and over again.
It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that one kiss from Yuki would feel erase all the other kisses from his mind and feel just like a first every single time. Shuichi, being Shuichi, decided early on that he never wanted to lose that feeling.
It's been twenty years and, despite everything, Shuichi still hasn't lost that first-time feeling.
He still loves it.
---end---
Drabble #2:
Original: Out In The Open
He was going to do it. He had the phone in his hand, the number printed on the notepad in front of him, and his finger ready to dial. He was going to do it and it was going to be great and he would finally have a girlfriend for the first time in his life. It was going to be wonderful, and it would all happen with this one little phone call.
One. Little. Phone call.
He gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He was fifteen, for chrissakes, and that was too old to be girlfriend-less. Especially with his charm and looks and...
Who was he kidding? He was a dork.
He chewed his lip and set the phone down. He couldn't do this. She'd laugh at him. She'd call him a loser. She'd hang up. She'd tell all her friends. He would become the most miserable person in the entire ninth grade. He couldn't face the humiliation.
Or... He picked the phone back up. Maybe she'd say yes. Maybe she'd say yes and she would be his girlfriend and they could go on dates and he could -- God forbid -- kiss her. They could hold hands in the halls. He could carry her books. Everyone would look at him and nod their heads, admiring him from afar. He would be the most popular, the most important person in the entire grade, and all he had to do was call her and ask her out. That was it.
Could he take that risk?
He could.
He licked his dry lips nervously and dialed the phone number with shaking fingers. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Fo--
"Hello?"
"Hi, Stephanie! This is Alex, f-from school?" he stammered. He swallowed. "I've liked you for a l-long while now and I-I-I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime." There! It was all out in the open! There was no turning back now!
There was a long pause. For one horrific moment, he wondered if all his worst fantasies were coming true. Oh God. She'd laugh at him. She'd call him a loser. She'd hang up. She'd tell all her friends. He would become the most miserable person in the entire --
"Um," she said.
He held his breath.
"Alex, This is Stephanie's mother," the voice explained patiently. "You've dialed my work number by mistake and you're on speakerphone. I'll tell Stephanie you called. Have a nice day, sweetie."
Then she hung up.
Alex turned the phone off and hit his head against the table. Hard.
Stupid fantasies.
---end---
Kyle (store Kyle, who used to work here) left cookies behind after her book group disbanded. She told me to help myself. I ate a cookie. It alleviated the growliness that is me at work. (Sort of.)
Michael (the owner) asked me to fix the computer in the back, which has been in safe mode for the past few months. There needs to be at least two people here while that's being done, however, so it looks like I'll be fiddling back there on Saturday, during the hour when Colleen (the boss) is going to be here with me. I'm not sure I can do it, really, but he told me he has faith in me and my abilities. That made me snarf my cookie. Nonetheless, I will be working on the computer in the back this coming Saturday. I'll probably look a few things up beforehand so I don't inadvertantly turn the store into a waste zone. (Oooh. Can I be fired for that?)
Anyway. There's half an hour until the mall closes and I'm out of tasks to perform. Since I refuse to dance in front of the store like the person in the cow costume is doing outside the ice cream shop (yes, I was confused, too), I think I'm done working for today. The store and the floor outside are pretty much dead. I'm bored. Thusly, I'll be writing...
Gravitation: First Time Feelings
Shindou Shuichi had gone out with lots of girls before he'd met Yuki Eiri. Hiro had always been super popular, after all, and it had been his duty as a best friend to make sure Shuichi didn't become a social reject. As a result, Shuichi -- would would have been just as happy to be left alone with his music and video games -- went on his first date at the age of thirteen, got his first kiss at fourteen, almost lost his virginity at fifteen, and got his first handjob at sixteen. By the age of seventeen, Shuichi had learned -- through the extensive research that came with being involved with three steady girlfriends and a bunch of dates -- that girls were fun, but only in small doses. With only the wonders of sex left to his imagination, Shuichi was pretty sure he was done with firsts.
Then came Yuki.
This first time Yuki had kissed him, Shuichi had realized that all his other firsts no longer meant a thing. His first kiss with Yuki topped all the other kisses Shuichi had ever had in his life. It was a first kiss all over again -- except good -- complete with weak knees, tremors, and a few cheerful explosions in his brain.
The same thing happened the first time Yuki got him off, the first time the writer said his name, the first time they... Well, with Yuki, Shuichi was reliving all of his firsts. Over and over and over again.
It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that one kiss from Yuki would feel erase all the other kisses from his mind and feel just like a first every single time. Shuichi, being Shuichi, decided early on that he never wanted to lose that feeling.
It's been twenty years and, despite everything, Shuichi still hasn't lost that first-time feeling.
He still loves it.
Original: Out In The Open
He was going to do it. He had the phone in his hand, the number printed on the notepad in front of him, and his finger ready to dial. He was going to do it and it was going to be great and he would finally have a girlfriend for the first time in his life. It was going to be wonderful, and it would all happen with this one little phone call.
One. Little. Phone call.
He gulped and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. He was fifteen, for chrissakes, and that was too old to be girlfriend-less. Especially with his charm and looks and...
Who was he kidding? He was a dork.
He chewed his lip and set the phone down. He couldn't do this. She'd laugh at him. She'd call him a loser. She'd hang up. She'd tell all her friends. He would become the most miserable person in the entire ninth grade. He couldn't face the humiliation.
Or... He picked the phone back up. Maybe she'd say yes. Maybe she'd say yes and she would be his girlfriend and they could go on dates and he could -- God forbid -- kiss her. They could hold hands in the halls. He could carry her books. Everyone would look at him and nod their heads, admiring him from afar. He would be the most popular, the most important person in the entire grade, and all he had to do was call her and ask her out. That was it.
Could he take that risk?
He could.
He licked his dry lips nervously and dialed the phone number with shaking fingers. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Fo--
"Hello?"
"Hi, Stephanie! This is Alex, f-from school?" he stammered. He swallowed. "I've liked you for a l-long while now and I-I-I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime." There! It was all out in the open! There was no turning back now!
There was a long pause. For one horrific moment, he wondered if all his worst fantasies were coming true. Oh God. She'd laugh at him. She'd call him a loser. She'd hang up. She'd tell all her friends. He would become the most miserable person in the entire --
"Um," she said.
He held his breath.
"Alex, This is Stephanie's mother," the voice explained patiently. "You've dialed my work number by mistake and you're on speakerphone. I'll tell Stephanie you called. Have a nice day, sweetie."
Then she hung up.
Alex turned the phone off and hit his head against the table. Hard.
Stupid fantasies.
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Date: 2005-08-12 01:43 am (UTC)*snerk* Poor Alex. I feel for him. I remember that feeling. *nod nod*
Good stuff, on bored Renly one. ~_^
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Date: 2005-08-12 03:05 am (UTC)I'm glad you feel for Alex. Poor boy needs more feels. Um. Yes.
...my brain hurts.
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Date: 2005-08-12 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-12 05:37 pm (UTC)