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Just a TeaseThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Max Booth III | |
| Friday, 08 August 2008 | |
![]() Just a Tease
Today is the day, I just know it. Today is the day, it has to be. I’ve waited too long as it is. My baby, my love, I can’t stand her not knowing my true feelings. I’m pretty sure she has the same romantic lust towards me, too. Her hints, her flirting. Her winks, her cleavage. Her beautiful smile, it just makes my day when I see it; it lightens up her rosy cheeks and shows just a hint of her perfect, bright teeth. That one day when I told her how fond I was of her red hair in a pony tail, I remember how she laughed away and rubbed my chin. She said I was too sweet. Ever since my love has wore that magical hair style. I know it is just for me, because she loves me just the way I love her.
But today is the day I finally tell her how I feel, as if it isn’t obvious already. Will we be together forever? I think we will. It is our destiny to be one.
I am no longer nervous when I speak to her. To this goddess. I go to Rockington in the morning and chat with a couple of my acquaintances about the normal, casual topics that we always talk over. Just stuff to pass us through the day quicker. I’m waiting for my chance to get my sweetheart alone, so we can talk. Maybe more than talk.
Then about an hour later I see her sitting at her desk, she is reading a book with a horse on the cover. I can tell she is really getting into her novel, boy; I’d hate to disturb her now. But, no … I have to do this. It is either now or never.
I get her attention and when she looks up I smile, which makes her smile as well. God, I must be in Heaven. This is as good as it gets.
I tell her I love her.
Silence.
Then she laughs and grabs my cheek.
She tells me she loves me, too.
Nope, I was wrong. This is as good as it gets.
I’m filled with joy! I lean on her lap and put my lips to hers. Her cherry lipstick tastes of victory. My body is overwhelmed with great ecstasy. I’m finally in my love’s arms.
But then she pushes me off her lap and onto the hard marble floor.
What is going on? I thought this was going well?
I ask her what is wrong and she tells me that I must have the wrong idea. I must be awfully confused. She doesn’t love me in that way, she says. She loves me as a … friend? Oh, no, this just isn’t right. Not right indeed.
My temper is unleashed as I grab my lunch and hurl it at her head. I call her a no good dirty *****. I hate her guts. I love her! But no, she doesn’t love me. She’s just a tease. I want to kill her. I want to strangle her right here in front of everyone. It just isn’t fair!
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Later on in the day I come home with a broken heart. My Mother is sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of freshly made green tea.
“Hiya, Billy,” she says, “how was preschool?”
“Okay, I guess,” I mumble, “but my teacher is kind of a *****, you know? She’s just a tease.” Copyright 2008 Max Booth III |
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