Stubble
Title/Prompt - Stubble
Author - writingvixen
Word count - 1108
Rating - PG-13 for language and sexual hints
Summary - Kristy and Abby are best friends and always will be.
Link to table - Here!
Author's note - This takes place their senior year of high school and it's just a glimpse at Kristy and Abby being friends. I always saw them remaining close, even after the club broke up. They really had so much in common and I felt Abby, almost unlike any of the others, pushed Kristy in a way that challenged her and Kristy did the same. I like that friendship. There is pretty adult language and talking, but nothing you wouldn't find in your average teen movie. Enjoy and let me know what you think. :)
“What is that?”
“What?”
“That! That… growing on your legs!”
“Oh. This? Eh.” I said and waved my hand dismissively. I looked down at my legs, my very sexy legs I should say, and wagged my eyebrows before looking back up at Kristy. She was plopped down in her driveway with a basketball between her legs and I sat across from her, bouncing my legs up and down like I was a freaking Rabbit or something.
Batteries not included.
“Is that what I think it is?”
The way Kristy was acting, I would have thought she switched places with Mary Anne or worse, my sister. I rolled my eyes and hopped up. Two steps and I was next to Kristy. I flopped down next to her and flung a leg across her lap. “Aint it purdy?”
“Shit! It is. Abs, g’off! That’s so gross.”
“Pookie, you’re making me feel like you aren’t in love with me anymore.”
I was rewarded with the finger, followed by my leg hoisted in the air and tossed away like I was a mega burger wrapper. How was that for best friends and love and devotion?
I kicked my leg up, like I was a Rockette, and thank G-d I wasn’t, and winked over at Kristy. “That’s right, Kissyfur. I am now au natural.”
Kristy made a face and looked at me. “Okay, details?”
I ran my hand over my leg and beamed. Even though it was November, I was in my soccer shorts. I would live in them year round if it wasn’t for, you know, pneumonia and the third ice age. But eh, details. “It’s No Shave November, Kiss my fur, and I’m basking in the glory of pure female stubble. Hell to the yeah!”
“There’s no way that’s natural.”
“It’s so natural. Duh. And seriously, since when are you Ms Hygene?” I’ve smelled her after one of our jock weekends and let me tell you, girlfriend does not sweat roses.
“No, no,” Kristy said and sighed. “No judgment. You know that.” She gave me a look and yeah, I knew. Kristy was the first one I told when I came out and she handled it the best of anyone. She punched me in the shoulder, challenged me to a game of HORSE, and then gave me a noogie.
It was pretty profound.
“But that…” She reached over and poked the one bare spot on my leg and looked at me pointedly. “That is not natural.” She tilted her head to the side before her eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re kidding me.”
“There she goes, ladies and gentlemen. Kristy Thomas’s lights are finally coming on. Let’s hear it!”
“Abby!” She burst out laughing before staring at me agape. “Is that Nike Swish?”
“Hell yeah!”
“You shaved a Nike Swish into your leg hair?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
She sighed and started laughing again. “You’re so weird!”
“Thank you!” I hopped up and took a bow before snatching the ball from between her legs and hurling it at the basketball hoop. It missed, but it wasn’t like I was playing soccer, so I didn’t get too pissed at myself. “I wanted to stand out.” Sure, I had completely broken the rules of No Shave November, by, well, shaving, but rules were made to be broken and it looked bad ass. “The soccer team is doing it?” I was already back on the ground. “Everyone is doing a different symbol. I wanted to do a soccer ball, but Bea Foster, that cow, already claimed it and I damn well wasn’t going to have the same one as her.”
“Right, because that would just be stupid.” I ignored her sarcasm.
“Hey, just because you’re giving into society and shaving your legs like a lemming, don’t get all pissy at me!”
“Um, Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t you just say that you and your entire time were doing it?”
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
“And you’re doing it for No Shave November, which I’m guessing you didn’t just make up? Right? Other people do this?”
I didn’t answer her. She was completely missing the point. I mean, sure, a lot of people stopped shaving in November and yeah, my entire team planned on it, but I was unique! I was an individual. I was California Casual!
Heh.
She started dribbling, the ball going in between her legs as she worked on a drill, and added, “Hey, no judgment.”
“Sounds like a lot of judgment to me!”
“Abby.”
“Kristy.”
She sighed and so did I, then we both laughed.
That’s what we did.
“So what does the girlfriend think of this?”
“Emily?”
“No, your other girlfriend.”
“Well I have so many suitors, that I just can’t keep up,” I said, using my best bonafide-might-be-related-to-Logan-Bruno, southern accent. “I mean on Monday there’s Serena. Tuesday Brooke, Wednesday…”
“Abby. Come on.”
Kristy didn’t always have patience for my tangents and bits. “Alright. Actually I don’t even think Emily’s noticed. She’s nose deep in paper right now and … my womanly stubs are probably the farthest thing from her mind.”
“I’unno. If I stopped shaving, I’m pretty sure Bart would realize it sooner than later.” Kristy stopped dribbling, but grinned as she tugged on her pony tail, making it tighter. “I mean, it’s not like he cares or anything. I learned that right away.” She smirked and I didn’t ask. I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW! “But I would think that he would feel it.”
“Yeah, well, she wears gloves in the boudoir,” I chimed and winked at Kristy.
She groaned before giving me a serious smile. “So things are cool with you two?”
“Like a polar bar’s tit.”
“Really cool? Because if she’s not treating you right, I will kick her ass. You know this.”
I grinned and rolled my eyes before pantomiming fainting. “My hero!” I trilled with Logan’s accent pulled out of my pocket again.
“I mean it, Abs. You’re my best friend, stubble and all, and if she’s not -“
“She is,” I said and beamed. I was touched, but I wasn’t going to show it or anything. That’s not how we rolled. “Seriously, Kristy. Things are actually really great.”
“Good,” she said gruffly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Alright, time to get off your ass and play.”
“And what a beautiful ass it is!” I sang and hopped up, turned around, and pointed it in her direction.
She slapped it, because how could she not, and shook her head as she dribbled away. “For that? My ball.”
“For you?” I said, holding my arms out dramatically. “Anything.”
Author - writingvixen
Word count - 1108
Rating - PG-13 for language and sexual hints
Summary - Kristy and Abby are best friends and always will be.
Link to table - Here!
Author's note - This takes place their senior year of high school and it's just a glimpse at Kristy and Abby being friends. I always saw them remaining close, even after the club broke up. They really had so much in common and I felt Abby, almost unlike any of the others, pushed Kristy in a way that challenged her and Kristy did the same. I like that friendship. There is pretty adult language and talking, but nothing you wouldn't find in your average teen movie. Enjoy and let me know what you think. :)
“What is that?”
“What?”
“That! That… growing on your legs!”
“Oh. This? Eh.” I said and waved my hand dismissively. I looked down at my legs, my very sexy legs I should say, and wagged my eyebrows before looking back up at Kristy. She was plopped down in her driveway with a basketball between her legs and I sat across from her, bouncing my legs up and down like I was a freaking Rabbit or something.
Batteries not included.
“Is that what I think it is?”
The way Kristy was acting, I would have thought she switched places with Mary Anne or worse, my sister. I rolled my eyes and hopped up. Two steps and I was next to Kristy. I flopped down next to her and flung a leg across her lap. “Aint it purdy?”
“Shit! It is. Abs, g’off! That’s so gross.”
“Pookie, you’re making me feel like you aren’t in love with me anymore.”
I was rewarded with the finger, followed by my leg hoisted in the air and tossed away like I was a mega burger wrapper. How was that for best friends and love and devotion?
I kicked my leg up, like I was a Rockette, and thank G-d I wasn’t, and winked over at Kristy. “That’s right, Kissyfur. I am now au natural.”
Kristy made a face and looked at me. “Okay, details?”
I ran my hand over my leg and beamed. Even though it was November, I was in my soccer shorts. I would live in them year round if it wasn’t for, you know, pneumonia and the third ice age. But eh, details. “It’s No Shave November, Kiss my fur, and I’m basking in the glory of pure female stubble. Hell to the yeah!”
“There’s no way that’s natural.”
“It’s so natural. Duh. And seriously, since when are you Ms Hygene?” I’ve smelled her after one of our jock weekends and let me tell you, girlfriend does not sweat roses.
“No, no,” Kristy said and sighed. “No judgment. You know that.” She gave me a look and yeah, I knew. Kristy was the first one I told when I came out and she handled it the best of anyone. She punched me in the shoulder, challenged me to a game of HORSE, and then gave me a noogie.
It was pretty profound.
“But that…” She reached over and poked the one bare spot on my leg and looked at me pointedly. “That is not natural.” She tilted her head to the side before her eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re kidding me.”
“There she goes, ladies and gentlemen. Kristy Thomas’s lights are finally coming on. Let’s hear it!”
“Abby!” She burst out laughing before staring at me agape. “Is that Nike Swish?”
“Hell yeah!”
“You shaved a Nike Swish into your leg hair?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
She sighed and started laughing again. “You’re so weird!”
“Thank you!” I hopped up and took a bow before snatching the ball from between her legs and hurling it at the basketball hoop. It missed, but it wasn’t like I was playing soccer, so I didn’t get too pissed at myself. “I wanted to stand out.” Sure, I had completely broken the rules of No Shave November, by, well, shaving, but rules were made to be broken and it looked bad ass. “The soccer team is doing it?” I was already back on the ground. “Everyone is doing a different symbol. I wanted to do a soccer ball, but Bea Foster, that cow, already claimed it and I damn well wasn’t going to have the same one as her.”
“Right, because that would just be stupid.” I ignored her sarcasm.
“Hey, just because you’re giving into society and shaving your legs like a lemming, don’t get all pissy at me!”
“Um, Abby?”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t you just say that you and your entire time were doing it?”
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
“And you’re doing it for No Shave November, which I’m guessing you didn’t just make up? Right? Other people do this?”
I didn’t answer her. She was completely missing the point. I mean, sure, a lot of people stopped shaving in November and yeah, my entire team planned on it, but I was unique! I was an individual. I was California Casual!
Heh.
She started dribbling, the ball going in between her legs as she worked on a drill, and added, “Hey, no judgment.”
“Sounds like a lot of judgment to me!”
“Abby.”
“Kristy.”
She sighed and so did I, then we both laughed.
That’s what we did.
“So what does the girlfriend think of this?”
“Emily?”
“No, your other girlfriend.”
“Well I have so many suitors, that I just can’t keep up,” I said, using my best bonafide-might-be-related-to-Logan-Bruno, southern accent. “I mean on Monday there’s Serena. Tuesday Brooke, Wednesday…”
“Abby. Come on.”
Kristy didn’t always have patience for my tangents and bits. “Alright. Actually I don’t even think Emily’s noticed. She’s nose deep in paper right now and … my womanly stubs are probably the farthest thing from her mind.”
“I’unno. If I stopped shaving, I’m pretty sure Bart would realize it sooner than later.” Kristy stopped dribbling, but grinned as she tugged on her pony tail, making it tighter. “I mean, it’s not like he cares or anything. I learned that right away.” She smirked and I didn’t ask. I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW! “But I would think that he would feel it.”
“Yeah, well, she wears gloves in the boudoir,” I chimed and winked at Kristy.
She groaned before giving me a serious smile. “So things are cool with you two?”
“Like a polar bar’s tit.”
“Really cool? Because if she’s not treating you right, I will kick her ass. You know this.”
I grinned and rolled my eyes before pantomiming fainting. “My hero!” I trilled with Logan’s accent pulled out of my pocket again.
“I mean it, Abs. You’re my best friend, stubble and all, and if she’s not -“
“She is,” I said and beamed. I was touched, but I wasn’t going to show it or anything. That’s not how we rolled. “Seriously, Kristy. Things are actually really great.”
“Good,” she said gruffly and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Alright, time to get off your ass and play.”
“And what a beautiful ass it is!” I sang and hopped up, turned around, and pointed it in her direction.
She slapped it, because how could she not, and shook her head as she dribbled away. “For that? My ball.”
“For you?” I said, holding my arms out dramatically. “Anything.”