Writing Scraps

11. Orange Juice | Romance | Fragment

Word Count: ~500 words
Time: 30 minutes
Genres: Romance
Date: 10/20/15 (Tues.)

11. Orange Juice

Ah, yes. The sweet sweet taste of the orange juice rolling in my mouth before I swallow. Mmmmmmmmm, he thought, as contemplated for the umpteenth time how what it meant to be an orange.

Yes. An orange.

It's a weird thought for a kid to THINK of being an orange, but that's what went through his head when he saw the girl of his dream sipping on the straw on the table across from him. This girl, with her glowing blonde curls hanging past her shoulders, her eyes dreamy and narrowed to mere slits as if in some forbidden nirvana, leaning over her table's edge, as she drank sip by sip in between talking with her friends.

It was like a video in slow-motion replay, with the lovesick boy holding the remote and pressing REWIND and PLAY over and over.

Yes. At that moment, when he thought of her, he thought himself as an orange slowly going down the girl's . . .

And for the umpteenth time since he fell for her, he blushed at the sexual connotations of his thoughts.

Then, a voice said, "You're sick, you know that?"

And just like a snap of the fingers, he was pulled from his thoughts and into reality. He said, "Come one, I wasn't thinking like that. YOU'RE the one suggesting all that pervy stuff in the first place."

"Are you sure?" he friend said, taking a good ogle at her for himself through his thick spectacled glasses. "You look like you're in the middle of getting a-"

"It's NOT like that!" The boy punctuated it with a slam of his fist onto the table, drawing a few momentary looks in their direction. "So what if she's a senior, and I'm a . . . FUCK, a freshman? I can dream, can't I?"

"It'll turn into a nightmare if you let it, man," his friend said. "I mean, she's probably got a guy already, so just dr-"

"I'm not dropping it! Not now," the brazen boy said, getting up from his seat amid a few more momentary glances from the others in the cafeteria.

"Dude, calm down!"

The brazen boy merely looked down on his friend, smiling at him like he was going to a party with all the ladies. "I've got an id-"

"Don't! Dude, just-"

"I'm not letting it down, okay? Everyday-EVERY-FREAKING-day-she's there talking to her friends, while I'm here just watching her. She's gonna be going to college soon, and I'll be stuck here for another three years before I get a chance to see her again. I'm not letting that happen." Here, he paused and looked over at the woman of his dreams, taking stock of her momentary glance in his direction, spiking his heart rate up for just a millisecond.

He turned back, saying, "This might be my only chance. If I don't do it now, I never well . . ." He was about to say more, but he simply stared off in her direction and walked with as much determination as possible. * * *

FRAGMENT

(To be continued...)

A/N: Okay, here's my measly first installment of a series of sure-to-be-horrible examples of me writing under time-pressure. Just wrote it straight out without much thinking. I can't BELIEVE I'm actually posting this! ( >_< )

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