Again, I have to include this disclaimer: Don’t get excited… Fiction Friday isn’t totally back or anything. But I had a memory flash of something I wrote in college… and although I didn’t feel like digging it up, I remembered bits and pieces and wrote this… for Marquessa’s challenge (click link for details).
Another reason not to get excited… I wrote this in about 20 minutes… so I’m sure it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written…
Danny knocked on Sara’s door. “You busy?” he asked while letting himself into her room.
She turned toward his voice as he walked in. “Just folding laundry…” She grabbed a shirt from the messy pile of clothes on her bed and continued folding.
“Sara… we need to talk about what happened…”
“You don’t think so?”
“Danny, of course I do. I didn’t think you wanted to talk about it.”
“I was upset. Confused.” He raked his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “After that night, I hated that you still went on that date with Simon.”
“You made me feel guilty. I was upset, too.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” Danny looked down to his feet for a moment. He never intended to make her feel bad. About anything. “Sara… we had one night… I know that’s all it was supposed to be.”
“It’s a little messy. You’re my roommate. My best friend. Maybe we shouldn’t have fucked with that.”
“But we did. And…”
“And what, Sara? You regret it?”
“I don’t know, Danny!”
“Maybe you can let me know when you figure it out.”
“Don’t put this all on me! You just said it was messy…”
“Well, I don’t know how to clean it up. I’m not even sure what I thought I was going to accomplish by coming in here…” He turned away from her and took a step toward the door.
He stopped and turned back to her. “What?”
“Don’t walk out on this!”
“I don’t want to fight with you, Sara.”
“Then don’t.” She spoke as though it was that simple. But she knew it wasn’t.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Figure it out with me.” Sara’s tone was one of frustration… and sadness.
“And how are we going to do that?” Danny really didn’t know.
“I’m open to suggestions…” She smiled. He hated that she smiled because he loved that she smiled.
Danny walked back toward her, fighting his own smile. “I have one idea.”
“What is it?”
He grabbed her head in his hands and kissed her. And she kissed him. Together, they fell onto her bed. But Sara had to stop him.
But he didn’t stop. When she took away her mouth, he brought his kisses to her neck. And he snuck his hands under her shirt, slowly sliding them up her sides.
She tried again. “Danny…”
Finally, he took his lips from her skin. “What, Sara?”
“I don’t know if we should do this.”
“Why? Give me one reason. Just one.”
“We’re wrinkling my laundry.” Again, she smiled. And he had to smile, too.
“I will iron every single piece. I promise.”
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This was inspired by the lyric prompt… “When we’re together, we never fight, we’ve got better things to do tonight…”
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