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schizoauthoressSince Kristine requested two, and I managed to come up with them so quickly, I decided to post them seperate from the other drabbles. This was a lot of fun, but wow, do I feel grateful for the word count function now!
Trash
Making out in closets was something that trashy girls did. Trashy girls, with teased hair and short skirts, leather jackets and knowing smirks. Claire hated the way those girls swaggered down the hallway, plastered to the side of some tough, mean-looking guy.
Bender was tough. But he didn't look it when she slipped inside the closet; his eyes were wide...fear, surprise. No hardness, no meanness.
There was a little swagger in her step as she closed the distance between them, and when she pressed her lips to his, Claire decided that maybe being a trashy girl wasn't all that bad.
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Melt
Nobody had a right to be that beautiful, Dean Portman thought, the first time he saw her. Julie Gaffney was definitely breaking some kind of law, looking as fine as she did.
She wasn’t beautiful to him, though, the night of the Iceland game. Everything was ugly then, because of the hate, rage, and pain he felt. Like he was burning alive.
“I know,” she said, cold as ice. He didn’t dare look her way.
“Do you?”
“Yeah.”
Julie was like ice, and Dean felt all full of fire, but when she kissed him, he was the one who melted.
Other drabbles to come, soon as I get some more prompts.
Trash
Making out in closets was something that trashy girls did. Trashy girls, with teased hair and short skirts, leather jackets and knowing smirks. Claire hated the way those girls swaggered down the hallway, plastered to the side of some tough, mean-looking guy.
Bender was tough. But he didn't look it when she slipped inside the closet; his eyes were wide...fear, surprise. No hardness, no meanness.
There was a little swagger in her step as she closed the distance between them, and when she pressed her lips to his, Claire decided that maybe being a trashy girl wasn't all that bad.
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Melt
Nobody had a right to be that beautiful, Dean Portman thought, the first time he saw her. Julie Gaffney was definitely breaking some kind of law, looking as fine as she did.
She wasn’t beautiful to him, though, the night of the Iceland game. Everything was ugly then, because of the hate, rage, and pain he felt. Like he was burning alive.
“I know,” she said, cold as ice. He didn’t dare look her way.
“Do you?”
“Yeah.”
Julie was like ice, and Dean felt all full of fire, but when she kissed him, he was the one who melted.
Other drabbles to come, soon as I get some more prompts.