“Oh, I can’t tell you,” he said. “Secret guy stuff.”
The ache in his cheeks told Brian he was smiling like an idiot. He reluctantly went to his refrigerator and opened the door, sneaking another quick look at the weapons before he stored the box in his freezer, right next to the Hot Pockets. Damn, that was awesome. He let the cold air cool off his face, which was overheated from the other awesome thing Valerie gave him. Jesus, he was worse than a kid going through puberty. He flashed back to his first kiss, a girl named Kim who planted one on him at the skating rink while the Bee Gees blasted from the speakers and a disco ball spun overhead. He was so startled that he wiped out.
This better not be like puberty.
He shut the freezer and went back to the living room, where Valerie perched on the couch. He sat down opposite her on the coffee table. The papers crinkled under his thigh. He slouched and linked his hands together, still stuck on that monologue she gave when he opened the door. Just because she kissed him, didn’t mean she was convinced it was a good idea. Maybe the practice weapon was a way of letting him closer on a trial basis, seeing if he could handle himself.
“Um,” he swallowed, “Could we uh…. Could we go back to that thing where you feel alive for the first time?” Brian asked. “Because I’m crazy about you and I just want you to know I wouldn’t get in the way. I mean… I’d try really hard not to get in the way if you wanted to—”
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on 2013-09-23 01:28 am (UTC)The ache in his cheeks told Brian he was smiling like an idiot. He reluctantly went to his refrigerator and opened the door, sneaking another quick look at the weapons before he stored the box in his freezer, right next to the Hot Pockets. Damn, that was awesome. He let the cold air cool off his face, which was overheated from the other awesome thing Valerie gave him. Jesus, he was worse than a kid going through puberty. He flashed back to his first kiss, a girl named Kim who planted one on him at the skating rink while the Bee Gees blasted from the speakers and a disco ball spun overhead. He was so startled that he wiped out.
This better not be like puberty.
He shut the freezer and went back to the living room, where Valerie perched on the couch. He sat down opposite her on the coffee table. The papers crinkled under his thigh.
He slouched and linked his hands together, still stuck on that monologue she gave when he opened the door. Just because she kissed him, didn’t mean she was convinced it was a good idea. Maybe the practice weapon was a way of letting him closer on a trial basis, seeing if he could handle himself.
“Um,” he swallowed, “Could we uh…. Could we go back to that thing where you feel alive for the first time?” Brian asked. “Because I’m crazy about you and I just want you to know I wouldn’t get in the way. I mean… I’d try really hard not to get in the way if you wanted to—”