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"best kept secret" cookie!!!
and here, for those few that read this journal, is a "best kept secret" snippet/cookie/goodie/ULTRA SUPER DUPER SPECIAL SNEAK PREVIEW!!! in case no one remembers, "best kept secret" is the up and coming epilogue to "a skirt for sunday evening." this part is un-proofed and un-edited and un-beta'ed as of yet, so what you see here may not be exactly what winds up in the final product (which is slowly coming along--i want this to be the best i can make it, b/c looking back on 'skirt' there are a lot of things i would've wanted to have done differently, and here i go on tangents, whee).
anyway, cookie. yay. yum.
The next morning I waited for her at the front of the school, paying no attention to the looks the other kids failed to make discreet, no matter how they tried. Amateurs.
I kept expecting someone to say something, because by now I was sure yesterday’s occurrences had spread like wildfire in a grassy field, but nothing. People filtered by in absolute silence, and when one of them met my gaze and quickly looked away, I narrowed my eyes and followed her retreating figure with my head, twisting my body around a bit, and she ‘eep’ed and started walking a little faster.
Gaze still narrowed, I turned back, and suddenly there she was.
Buttercup.
My eyes immediately widened, and I fought a blush, at the same time trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
Her mouth quirked a little, and the slight movement completely shut down the speech section of my brain, leaving me there with my mouth hanging open and what I hoped wasn’t drool beginning to pool under my tongue. Like it would be anything else.
Buttercup fared a lot better than me, managing a weak smile and a “Good morning,” to which I promptly blinked and hastily responded (after swallowing) “Yeah, yeah, same to you.”
We both kind of nodded and then simultaneously dropped our eyes from each other’s, shuffling our feet and tugging at loose threads of our clothing.
I stole a glance at her and felt my mouth go dry, then looked away and repeated in my head, ‘Best kept secret. Best kept secret. Nothing’s changed, nothing doing. Nothing’s changed.’
I took a deep breath, mentally squared my shoulders, then turned to her and said, “So what kept you? I’ve been waiting around for ages for you to get here.” Smirk. Cross your arms. Good deal, Butch. “Don’t tell me the bogeyman kept you up last night.”
She looked at me, confusion flitting briefly over her face, and suddenly relief settled onto her features.
‘See, I was right,’ I wanted to say. ‘I told you nothing would change, and here we go, talking like we always do, and it’s the same old deal, good stuff, right?’ But I kept it to myself and pretended not to feel a little disappointed.
She opened her mouth to reply, a smile already tweaking the corners of her mouth, when—
BRRRIIIIING!!!!
“Crap! Class has started!”
And we both took off and tore through the halls, me screaming, “This is your fault!”
“My fault?! I’ve got a test first block!!”
“If I get another tardy they’re gonna give me another d-hall!”
“You shouldn’t be getting tardies in the first place!!!”
“. . . Um, well, you took too long to get here!”
“No one said you had to wait!”
I almost stopped dead in my tracks.
She was right. I never HAD to wait.
‘But, well, we’re best friends and all. . . that’s why, right?
‘. . . Right?’
“I waited because we’re best friends,” I almost whispered, but by that time she was already slipping through the door of her first period class, hissing a rushed “Bye!” at me.
I swallowed that offensive lump in my throat and landed on the tile as the door clicked shut. I lingered a moment longer, hearing, “Buttercup, you’re late again—”
“Sorry, Miss McRae, I woke up around 8 and. . . ”
“Bye,” I mouthed once at the door.
I forced myself to take a step back and started walking to my class.
Guess I’d take the d-hall anyways.
it's on its way, loyal readers. just sit tight.
anyway, cookie. yay. yum.
The next morning I waited for her at the front of the school, paying no attention to the looks the other kids failed to make discreet, no matter how they tried. Amateurs.
I kept expecting someone to say something, because by now I was sure yesterday’s occurrences had spread like wildfire in a grassy field, but nothing. People filtered by in absolute silence, and when one of them met my gaze and quickly looked away, I narrowed my eyes and followed her retreating figure with my head, twisting my body around a bit, and she ‘eep’ed and started walking a little faster.
Gaze still narrowed, I turned back, and suddenly there she was.
Buttercup.
My eyes immediately widened, and I fought a blush, at the same time trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
Her mouth quirked a little, and the slight movement completely shut down the speech section of my brain, leaving me there with my mouth hanging open and what I hoped wasn’t drool beginning to pool under my tongue. Like it would be anything else.
Buttercup fared a lot better than me, managing a weak smile and a “Good morning,” to which I promptly blinked and hastily responded (after swallowing) “Yeah, yeah, same to you.”
We both kind of nodded and then simultaneously dropped our eyes from each other’s, shuffling our feet and tugging at loose threads of our clothing.
I stole a glance at her and felt my mouth go dry, then looked away and repeated in my head, ‘Best kept secret. Best kept secret. Nothing’s changed, nothing doing. Nothing’s changed.’
I took a deep breath, mentally squared my shoulders, then turned to her and said, “So what kept you? I’ve been waiting around for ages for you to get here.” Smirk. Cross your arms. Good deal, Butch. “Don’t tell me the bogeyman kept you up last night.”
She looked at me, confusion flitting briefly over her face, and suddenly relief settled onto her features.
‘See, I was right,’ I wanted to say. ‘I told you nothing would change, and here we go, talking like we always do, and it’s the same old deal, good stuff, right?’ But I kept it to myself and pretended not to feel a little disappointed.
She opened her mouth to reply, a smile already tweaking the corners of her mouth, when—
BRRRIIIIING!!!!
“Crap! Class has started!”
And we both took off and tore through the halls, me screaming, “This is your fault!”
“My fault?! I’ve got a test first block!!”
“If I get another tardy they’re gonna give me another d-hall!”
“You shouldn’t be getting tardies in the first place!!!”
“. . . Um, well, you took too long to get here!”
“No one said you had to wait!”
I almost stopped dead in my tracks.
She was right. I never HAD to wait.
‘But, well, we’re best friends and all. . . that’s why, right?
‘. . . Right?’
“I waited because we’re best friends,” I almost whispered, but by that time she was already slipping through the door of her first period class, hissing a rushed “Bye!” at me.
I swallowed that offensive lump in my throat and landed on the tile as the door clicked shut. I lingered a moment longer, hearing, “Buttercup, you’re late again—”
“Sorry, Miss McRae, I woke up around 8 and. . . ”
“Bye,” I mouthed once at the door.
I forced myself to take a step back and started walking to my class.
Guess I’d take the d-hall anyways.
it's on its way, loyal readers. just sit tight.
This dyummy cookie
(Anonymous) 2004-01-07 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)WriteOn!!!!!!!!!