Look! I wrote something!
I wrote something ^_^ Be proud of me. I dragged myself away from the bpal message boards(why do enraged groundhogs smell like caramel in the bottle and chai tea on my skin? I don't know but I love it) and from homework and blogs and I wrote something. I think I'm a bit rusty though.
It's het too. I haven't written het in a while, but that's because I haven't written a short in a while and my shorts do tend to be het.
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"What's wrong with you?" She threw her book at him, missing intentionally although she really wanted to hit him, to hurt him.
"What's wrong with you!" He spun his chair around to stare at where the book now lay, then raised a hand to touch his cheek, where the pages had narrowly missed him. "That would've hurt."
She stood, staring at him. "That would've made me happy." And she meant it. "You don't even understand why I'm angry! How can you not understand?"
He hid his confusion under an angry scowl. "You're being irrational."
She walked toward him, stopping when her legs touched his. "No, you're being irrational."
"What, going to slap me now?" He back his chair up a few inches, only to have her follow. "Stop that."
"No."
"Fuck you."
She glared at him, starting to step back then changing her mind and bring her foot back. "You're such a-" she cut herself off with a frustrated cry, staring up at the ceiling and then back at him.
"What? Don't hold back." He folded his arms across his chest, staring right back at her, then flailed in his chair, leaning back as she leaned in, her hands on his knees, and kissed him. It was awkward, and the kiss nearly broke as he regained his balance and placed his hands on her arms, then on her shoulders. He began to kiss back after a moment, after he realised it was really happening and figured out what to do. He had never been kissed before; had she kissed before, he wondered?
She backed out of the kiss, flushed from the fight, even more flushed from the kiss. "I win."
He tries to argue, pissed off again because that is not how to win a debate, but he cannot think of anything else to say. She has, in fact, won. He rolls his eyes, nods, and after a moment he smiles a little. "You did."
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God I miss writing. Maybe I shall go angst in my other journal now.
It's het too. I haven't written het in a while, but that's because I haven't written a short in a while and my shorts do tend to be het.
*****
"What's wrong with you?" She threw her book at him, missing intentionally although she really wanted to hit him, to hurt him.
"What's wrong with you!" He spun his chair around to stare at where the book now lay, then raised a hand to touch his cheek, where the pages had narrowly missed him. "That would've hurt."
She stood, staring at him. "That would've made me happy." And she meant it. "You don't even understand why I'm angry! How can you not understand?"
He hid his confusion under an angry scowl. "You're being irrational."
She walked toward him, stopping when her legs touched his. "No, you're being irrational."
"What, going to slap me now?" He back his chair up a few inches, only to have her follow. "Stop that."
"No."
"Fuck you."
She glared at him, starting to step back then changing her mind and bring her foot back. "You're such a-" she cut herself off with a frustrated cry, staring up at the ceiling and then back at him.
"What? Don't hold back." He folded his arms across his chest, staring right back at her, then flailed in his chair, leaning back as she leaned in, her hands on his knees, and kissed him. It was awkward, and the kiss nearly broke as he regained his balance and placed his hands on her arms, then on her shoulders. He began to kiss back after a moment, after he realised it was really happening and figured out what to do. He had never been kissed before; had she kissed before, he wondered?
She backed out of the kiss, flushed from the fight, even more flushed from the kiss. "I win."
He tries to argue, pissed off again because that is not how to win a debate, but he cannot think of anything else to say. She has, in fact, won. He rolls his eyes, nods, and after a moment he smiles a little. "You did."
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God I miss writing. Maybe I shall go angst in my other journal now.