Thingy
I wrote this. It's a true happening, though since it's all from memory, the dialogue got warped a BIT. Not much, though, mind you. The general feel of everything is there. Please Please Please tell me what you think.
Oh, and I promise, it's not Harry Potter, nor is it slash of any kind. It's really from my life, really!
My Dragon
My stomach clenched in blissful agony, as I walked up the path to the quaint restaurant on the corner. Brooke, one of my best friends trailed slowly to my left, grinning at me in a way that only friends who know each other’s secrets could pull off.
“So, are you going to just faint when you see him?” she teased me with a devilish grin. I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up!” I laughed and lightly shoved her in the shoulder. “You’ll see why I like him so much when we go in. Just wait!”
It felt like a million tiny butterflies were playing rugby in my stomach then, as I reached for the polished yet worn brass handle and pulled the door open. We slowly approached the podium, nervously giggling, and waited to be seated. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of beautiful pale blond hair, before his face swam into view.
“Hello, ladies,” the boy flashed us a dazzling smile, his eyes seeming to linger on me briefly. “Just the two of you tonight?” he politely inquired. I nodded slightly.
“Yes…” I answered near-breathlessly. His smile stayed as he gestured to follow. He led us through two isles of the restaurant before pausing at one, and laying down the menus he had carried with him.
“Here you go. My name’s Jason. So, can I get you two a Coke or something else to drink?” he asked as he took out his pen and paper from a pocket of the adorable apron he was wearing. I grinned.
“Yeah, I’ll take a Coke. Brooke?” she looked at her menu for a second before answering.
“Sure, I’ll take a Coke too.” He nodded his affirmation before rushing off to get our drinks. The second he was gone, I burst into nervous giggles. Brooke rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “What are you going to get? Dessert?” she asked me as she flipped through the dessert menu. “Ooh, look! They have Oreo Cheesecake!” I grinned.
“Cheesecake… is not a cake at all! Nor, is it made out of cheese!” I quipped, the joke I learned from Megan. Brooke just laughed lightly, before her eyes lit back to where Jason had left. “I don’t think he looks like Draco!” My face appeared scandalized.
“What?! Yes he does!” I exclaimed. She shook her head.
“No, I think he looks more like the Duke from Moulin Rouge!” If it was possible, my face became even more horrified.
“NO HE DOESN’T!” I practically yelled. Then, I realized what I was doing, and lowered my voice. “Whatever! At any rate, I think he’s soooo cute!” I laughed again, nervously pulling my hair out of its tightly wrapped bun. Brooke’s eyes flashed with amusement, and then she looked at something behind me.
Jason walked around the booth, carrying a drink in each hand. “Here you are.” He set the drinks down and once again took out a pen and the ticket. “Ready to order?”
We both nodded and pointed out our desserts of choice - the cheesecake for Brooke, and Boston cream pie for me. Rather strange, actually. Brooke was getting a dessert in the shape of a pie named after a cake, and I was getting something in the shape of a cake, named after a pie. As soon as Jason left, I told this to her, and she just chuckled.
After talking about school and various things for a while, I voiced a thought that had been plaguing my mind since we had arrived. “I wonder how old he is.” Brooke raised an eyebrow, as I narrowed my eyes and grinned at her. “I dare you to ask him!”
She looked surprised at the challenge. “I don’t know…” I gave her a puppy dog look. “Oh… okay. I will.” I smiled.
“Thank you! When he comes back?” she nodded, and we went back to school or friend related topics. After about ten minutes, the gorgeous blond appeared again, this time with our food in hand.
“Here ya go!” he grinned. I looked at my cake - it was decorated so perfect, and the knowledge that, as a server, he had been the one to do it, made me blush fiercely.
“Thank you,” I replied, and looked at Brooke imploringly. Ask! Ask now! I tried to will my thoughts to hers. Unfortunately, it seemed I did not have that talent as others might. Jason just grinned and left us to our meal. I looked at Brooke disappointedly. “Why didn’t you ask?” came the hiss from my mouth. She just rolled her eyes patiently.
“Because, when he comes back to check on us, he won’t think we want to eat, and that way we’ll have more time to talk to him!” I looked at her strangely. More time to talk? I just wanted to know how old he was. I shrugged and turned to my cake, enjoying especially the dollops of whipped cream that adorned it.
After twenty or so minutes, I had eaten all I could possibly consume. A little bit was left, so when our charming server returned, I politely asked for a couple of small to-go boxes. He cheerfully nodded, and also took my now-empty glass and refilled it while he was getting the boxes. As he came back, he gave us our bill, and Brooke gathered up her courage.
“Um, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but how old are you?” she inquired. He looked vaguely amused, but not in mocking way.
“I’m seventeen.” He told us with a smile. Surprising us both, he threw a question back. “How old are you?” I blushed.
“Er… I’m still sixteen! But I’ll be seventeen in six months.” Brooke also told him her age, explaining she would be seventeen before me. Then, Jason’s face broke out into a contemplative, thoughtful look.
“Sixteen… does that make you a sophomore? Or a junior?” he asked softly. I gave him a relieved smile.
“We’re juniors. And you?” He grinned.
“Same. I go to South. Where do you two go?” Brooke spoke first.
“I go to North.” My eyes brightened.
“And I go to Northwest. Palm Pilots and all.” He looked curious and asked me how they worked, and if we did all of our lessons on them.
“Well, obviously we cannot do any Math on them, but they’re mostly used for E-English and H-History.” I had been talking rather rapidly and the last two subjects came out in a slightly stuttering voice. However, he looked at me nonplussed. So, I added, “They’re actually much more trouble than they’re worth! Always breaking down and deleting all of my work!”
“Ah, can’t you back it up onto a disk or a computer?” he asked, slightly confused. I flushed.
“Well, I, um… forgot to. And lost all of it. Heh.” I replied with an embarrassed titter. He just smiled.
“Well, I hope you two enjoyed your desserts.” We affirmed that we had, and he sauntered off to do work in the food prep area. The second he was out of earshot, I giggled and grinned at Brooke.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I told her. She just rolled her eyes at me, and gathered her things.
”Yes, well, now you can’t tell me that I didn’t do the dare,” she replied.
We rose from our seats, and I grabbed the bill, making sure to leave a considerable tip on the table for my blond boy. We walked over to the counter to pay, only to find it deserted. So we stood there talking for a second before Jason’s voice floated back over to us. He was standing at the other cash register by the carry out area.
“I can cash you out over here, if you’d like.” He spoke softly but strongly, and I grinned and made my way over to him.
As he rang up my bill, I handed him the money, summoned what little courage I had, took a deep breath, and asked, “So when do you work next?” I smiled a bit shakily at him, only to be reassured by the answering grin.
“Well, I work weekends, mainly because that’s the only way to get any good money. I work next weekend as well.” I grinned.
“Yes, I work at Perkins, so I know how it goes.” He looked interested.
“You do? Do you serve?” He asked.
“Well… yes and no,” I explained, “On the weekends I host, and on the weekdays I serve.” He nodded.
“That’s good, do you make good money?”
“Well,” I replied, “the time that I served on the weekend, I walked out with near sixty dollars. But yeah, you work this weekend? I could come in and see you! It’s not like I have anything better to do… except work!” He laughed a little at that.
“Yeah, the only thing I ever do on weekends anymore is work, so I know exactly how you feel,” he replied. I just kept smiling and turned to leave, Brooke being mostly quiet through this whole, quick, exchange.
“Okay, well, bye! See you later!” I called to him, as I gently pushed open the heavy wooden door. He called back his farewells, and as soon as the door shut soundly, I erupted into insane giggles.
“Ohmygoodnessthatwasgreatohmygodohmygod!” I said in a hurried rush as Brooke just laughed. I unlocked the car door and bounced inside. Once the car was started, and we were on the road, one unpleasant thought flitted through my mind, which later, Brook reassured me on tremendously.
“Oh God. I hope he’s not gay.”
~End… for this weekend at least~
Again, please tell me what you think. This is unedited, and it's weak but I just WANTED NEEDED to get this down on ... er... paper/Word Document. Lol.
Erin
Oh, and I promise, it's not Harry Potter, nor is it slash of any kind. It's really from my life, really!
My Dragon
My stomach clenched in blissful agony, as I walked up the path to the quaint restaurant on the corner. Brooke, one of my best friends trailed slowly to my left, grinning at me in a way that only friends who know each other’s secrets could pull off.
“So, are you going to just faint when you see him?” she teased me with a devilish grin. I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up!” I laughed and lightly shoved her in the shoulder. “You’ll see why I like him so much when we go in. Just wait!”
It felt like a million tiny butterflies were playing rugby in my stomach then, as I reached for the polished yet worn brass handle and pulled the door open. We slowly approached the podium, nervously giggling, and waited to be seated. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of beautiful pale blond hair, before his face swam into view.
“Hello, ladies,” the boy flashed us a dazzling smile, his eyes seeming to linger on me briefly. “Just the two of you tonight?” he politely inquired. I nodded slightly.
“Yes…” I answered near-breathlessly. His smile stayed as he gestured to follow. He led us through two isles of the restaurant before pausing at one, and laying down the menus he had carried with him.
“Here you go. My name’s Jason. So, can I get you two a Coke or something else to drink?” he asked as he took out his pen and paper from a pocket of the adorable apron he was wearing. I grinned.
“Yeah, I’ll take a Coke. Brooke?” she looked at her menu for a second before answering.
“Sure, I’ll take a Coke too.” He nodded his affirmation before rushing off to get our drinks. The second he was gone, I burst into nervous giggles. Brooke rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “What are you going to get? Dessert?” she asked me as she flipped through the dessert menu. “Ooh, look! They have Oreo Cheesecake!” I grinned.
“Cheesecake… is not a cake at all! Nor, is it made out of cheese!” I quipped, the joke I learned from Megan. Brooke just laughed lightly, before her eyes lit back to where Jason had left. “I don’t think he looks like Draco!” My face appeared scandalized.
“What?! Yes he does!” I exclaimed. She shook her head.
“No, I think he looks more like the Duke from Moulin Rouge!” If it was possible, my face became even more horrified.
“NO HE DOESN’T!” I practically yelled. Then, I realized what I was doing, and lowered my voice. “Whatever! At any rate, I think he’s soooo cute!” I laughed again, nervously pulling my hair out of its tightly wrapped bun. Brooke’s eyes flashed with amusement, and then she looked at something behind me.
Jason walked around the booth, carrying a drink in each hand. “Here you are.” He set the drinks down and once again took out a pen and the ticket. “Ready to order?”
We both nodded and pointed out our desserts of choice - the cheesecake for Brooke, and Boston cream pie for me. Rather strange, actually. Brooke was getting a dessert in the shape of a pie named after a cake, and I was getting something in the shape of a cake, named after a pie. As soon as Jason left, I told this to her, and she just chuckled.
After talking about school and various things for a while, I voiced a thought that had been plaguing my mind since we had arrived. “I wonder how old he is.” Brooke raised an eyebrow, as I narrowed my eyes and grinned at her. “I dare you to ask him!”
She looked surprised at the challenge. “I don’t know…” I gave her a puppy dog look. “Oh… okay. I will.” I smiled.
“Thank you! When he comes back?” she nodded, and we went back to school or friend related topics. After about ten minutes, the gorgeous blond appeared again, this time with our food in hand.
“Here ya go!” he grinned. I looked at my cake - it was decorated so perfect, and the knowledge that, as a server, he had been the one to do it, made me blush fiercely.
“Thank you,” I replied, and looked at Brooke imploringly. Ask! Ask now! I tried to will my thoughts to hers. Unfortunately, it seemed I did not have that talent as others might. Jason just grinned and left us to our meal. I looked at Brooke disappointedly. “Why didn’t you ask?” came the hiss from my mouth. She just rolled her eyes patiently.
“Because, when he comes back to check on us, he won’t think we want to eat, and that way we’ll have more time to talk to him!” I looked at her strangely. More time to talk? I just wanted to know how old he was. I shrugged and turned to my cake, enjoying especially the dollops of whipped cream that adorned it.
After twenty or so minutes, I had eaten all I could possibly consume. A little bit was left, so when our charming server returned, I politely asked for a couple of small to-go boxes. He cheerfully nodded, and also took my now-empty glass and refilled it while he was getting the boxes. As he came back, he gave us our bill, and Brooke gathered up her courage.
“Um, I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but how old are you?” she inquired. He looked vaguely amused, but not in mocking way.
“I’m seventeen.” He told us with a smile. Surprising us both, he threw a question back. “How old are you?” I blushed.
“Er… I’m still sixteen! But I’ll be seventeen in six months.” Brooke also told him her age, explaining she would be seventeen before me. Then, Jason’s face broke out into a contemplative, thoughtful look.
“Sixteen… does that make you a sophomore? Or a junior?” he asked softly. I gave him a relieved smile.
“We’re juniors. And you?” He grinned.
“Same. I go to South. Where do you two go?” Brooke spoke first.
“I go to North.” My eyes brightened.
“And I go to Northwest. Palm Pilots and all.” He looked curious and asked me how they worked, and if we did all of our lessons on them.
“Well, obviously we cannot do any Math on them, but they’re mostly used for E-English and H-History.” I had been talking rather rapidly and the last two subjects came out in a slightly stuttering voice. However, he looked at me nonplussed. So, I added, “They’re actually much more trouble than they’re worth! Always breaking down and deleting all of my work!”
“Ah, can’t you back it up onto a disk or a computer?” he asked, slightly confused. I flushed.
“Well, I, um… forgot to. And lost all of it. Heh.” I replied with an embarrassed titter. He just smiled.
“Well, I hope you two enjoyed your desserts.” We affirmed that we had, and he sauntered off to do work in the food prep area. The second he was out of earshot, I giggled and grinned at Brooke.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I told her. She just rolled her eyes at me, and gathered her things.
”Yes, well, now you can’t tell me that I didn’t do the dare,” she replied.
We rose from our seats, and I grabbed the bill, making sure to leave a considerable tip on the table for my blond boy. We walked over to the counter to pay, only to find it deserted. So we stood there talking for a second before Jason’s voice floated back over to us. He was standing at the other cash register by the carry out area.
“I can cash you out over here, if you’d like.” He spoke softly but strongly, and I grinned and made my way over to him.
As he rang up my bill, I handed him the money, summoned what little courage I had, took a deep breath, and asked, “So when do you work next?” I smiled a bit shakily at him, only to be reassured by the answering grin.
“Well, I work weekends, mainly because that’s the only way to get any good money. I work next weekend as well.” I grinned.
“Yes, I work at Perkins, so I know how it goes.” He looked interested.
“You do? Do you serve?” He asked.
“Well… yes and no,” I explained, “On the weekends I host, and on the weekdays I serve.” He nodded.
“That’s good, do you make good money?”
“Well,” I replied, “the time that I served on the weekend, I walked out with near sixty dollars. But yeah, you work this weekend? I could come in and see you! It’s not like I have anything better to do… except work!” He laughed a little at that.
“Yeah, the only thing I ever do on weekends anymore is work, so I know exactly how you feel,” he replied. I just kept smiling and turned to leave, Brooke being mostly quiet through this whole, quick, exchange.
“Okay, well, bye! See you later!” I called to him, as I gently pushed open the heavy wooden door. He called back his farewells, and as soon as the door shut soundly, I erupted into insane giggles.
“Ohmygoodnessthatwasgreatohmygodohmygod!” I said in a hurried rush as Brooke just laughed. I unlocked the car door and bounced inside. Once the car was started, and we were on the road, one unpleasant thought flitted through my mind, which later, Brook reassured me on tremendously.
“Oh God. I hope he’s not gay.”
~End… for this weekend at least~
Again, please tell me what you think. This is unedited, and it's weak but I just WANTED NEEDED to get this down on ... er... paper/Word Document. Lol.
Erin