Literary Friday
Hello once more! I’m dreammaidenn and this is my last day hosting, it's been fun. Today's theme is literature. Books, poems, quotes, writing...You can twist the theme however you want. Prompts can be anything as long as it involves literature in some way.
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
She found him some minutes later quite a distance away from the theater, smoking.
„What the hell was that, Zeke?“
He put on his defiant face.
„Why do you care?“
Stokely sparkled at him annoyed.
„Because Casey is my friend. And you did hurt him.“
„Not my fault,“ Zeke snapped.
„When he can't handle the truth.“
„You are such an ass!“
Stunned Stokely shook her head.
„Grow up, Zeke. It's just a movie! Don't you think you were overreacting a bit? Casey had had a lot of fun this evening until you ruined it.“
„Yeah, that was obvious.“
Zeke pulled the face.
„He was not himself anymore. Posed, as if he would be Elijah Wood, the new superstar. It wouldn't have surprised me when he would have started to sign autographs.“
„Oh!“
Suddenly Stokely started to understand. So the stupid fight had never been because of Tolkien, the books or the movies. It was all about ...
„Oh, I get it!“
„You don't understand anything at all,“ Zeke hissed.
Stokes smirked.
„There is a term for it, you know. It's called jealousy.“
„Bullshit!“
„For sure it is,“ Stokely agreed, half smiling now.
„To think that anything could ever step between you two. Casey did enjoy the attention he's gotten for his costume, but it was just fun for a moment. He cares more for you than for anyone else. In the moment he hides in the washroom of the theater and tries to understand what was going on. Maybe you should go and talk with him.“
Zeke shrugged, suddenly looking slightly abashed.
„I don't know if this is a good idea. I never was good with words.“
She couldn't help it.
„That's obvious, Zeke. You prefer to put on a fight instead of talking about your feelings. Very smart.“
Satisfied she noticed Zeke cringing; served him right.
„It's okay, Stokes, you can stop bothering him now.“
The soft voice of Casey let both of them jerk around. He was still looking like the little Hobbit, with the wig, his hairy feet, the cape and the backpack. His eyes briefly fall on Stokes, he smiled reassuring to let her know that everything was okay. Then he turned to Zeke.
„So, jealous,“ he asked and his eyes sparkled slightly amused.
„Really? That's so cute, Zeke.“
„Ähm ...“
It happened only rarely that Zeke Tyler, the king of Herrington High, blushed. But he did now. And Stokely decided that it was about time for her to go home. For sure these two had a lot to talk about.
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