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kolFirst of all? I hate you weather. At least it isn't humid heat, but still. DEAD AT NOON IS NOT FUN.
Started cheating and going back to 31_days prompts for earlier in the month. This is for May 3: I love you when I forget about me. Mostly an excuse to work with Loni's POV in a non-AU setting. XD
“I wish he knew how many sugars I like in my coffee,” Loni sighed, pressing her rounded chin against her outstretched arms, her smile hesitant in the darkened room. Her eyes were steady, locked on the drama flickering between sun-brightened actors and technicolor passion.
Jane's hrmph pulled Loni's attention away. Jane looked up from the MacKay Journals, seemingly for the first time all evening. Loni giggled at the twin reflections of the couple on the screen kissing on Jane’s glasses. “Who?”
“Brad Litton.” Loni’s body turned back to the television as she sighed hugged her chest tight. Brad had a habit of making her heat pound; especially when he wasn’t in the room to muck it up with getting the script wrong. “He’s the QB for SCHS and totally dreamy. But he’s got his eyes on everyone but me.”
Jane blinked, her finger still poised above the largest of the Journals, a weathered mess of yellow-touched pages just smeared with boring. Her mainland ancestors were exceptionally boring. “Well, he doesn’t seem that nice to me.”
“Says the girl who finds boring books more interesting than unlimited-Loni-hangout-time. And I don’t like him because he’s nice.”
“Well, why then?”
“Because….” Loni trailed out, suddenly confused. Why *did* she like Brad again?
Sure, he was totally hot and had a body that made even their stuffy English teacher blush when he stretched suggestively in 7th period, and he was the QB and being on his arm would totally nail her a place amongst the popular crowd with very little effort, and she had heard him make a good joke or two….
… But he didn’t really notice Loni, not like she wanted a guy to. Not like a lot of the guys in the Hunting crowd did, watching out for her on Hunts, helping her out of jams, even hanging out sometimes!
It was hard to imagine Brad caring enough for a girl to give up football practice, but she knew the guys in the Hunting crowd would do it. There was something real in that, something she knew at once was super special, something she wanted desperately to jump from companion love to real, breathless, romantic love, just like it was doing on the television.
But the guys in the crowd had eyes only for girls their age, their eyes focused on the girls Loni would never have guessed would earn that kind of attention. It just confused Loni. Lynn was awesome, but she didn’t really work at snaring Reed, and yet, there he was, eating out of her hand! There was something cosmically awesome about the drama between those two, the allure of the forbidden and resistance and this underlying feeling that just wouldn’t be denied, and Loni thought the whole thing the apex of romance.
And she wanted it for herself, with a desperation so unlike Loni.
So why was her mind so focused on Brad, a guy she really doubted would ever have that nervous but unmistakable devotion with someone who wasn’t on his football team? A guy she really doubted saw Loni as anything more than yet another pair of nice boobs?
So why Brad?
“Because he’s safe.” Loni whispered, closing her eyes.
Started cheating and going back to 31_days prompts for earlier in the month. This is for May 3: I love you when I forget about me. Mostly an excuse to work with Loni's POV in a non-AU setting. XD
“I wish he knew how many sugars I like in my coffee,” Loni sighed, pressing her rounded chin against her outstretched arms, her smile hesitant in the darkened room. Her eyes were steady, locked on the drama flickering between sun-brightened actors and technicolor passion.
Jane's hrmph pulled Loni's attention away. Jane looked up from the MacKay Journals, seemingly for the first time all evening. Loni giggled at the twin reflections of the couple on the screen kissing on Jane’s glasses. “Who?”
“Brad Litton.” Loni’s body turned back to the television as she sighed hugged her chest tight. Brad had a habit of making her heat pound; especially when he wasn’t in the room to muck it up with getting the script wrong. “He’s the QB for SCHS and totally dreamy. But he’s got his eyes on everyone but me.”
Jane blinked, her finger still poised above the largest of the Journals, a weathered mess of yellow-touched pages just smeared with boring. Her mainland ancestors were exceptionally boring. “Well, he doesn’t seem that nice to me.”
“Says the girl who finds boring books more interesting than unlimited-Loni-hangout-time. And I don’t like him because he’s nice.”
“Well, why then?”
“Because….” Loni trailed out, suddenly confused. Why *did* she like Brad again?
Sure, he was totally hot and had a body that made even their stuffy English teacher blush when he stretched suggestively in 7th period, and he was the QB and being on his arm would totally nail her a place amongst the popular crowd with very little effort, and she had heard him make a good joke or two….
… But he didn’t really notice Loni, not like she wanted a guy to. Not like a lot of the guys in the Hunting crowd did, watching out for her on Hunts, helping her out of jams, even hanging out sometimes!
It was hard to imagine Brad caring enough for a girl to give up football practice, but she knew the guys in the Hunting crowd would do it. There was something real in that, something she knew at once was super special, something she wanted desperately to jump from companion love to real, breathless, romantic love, just like it was doing on the television.
But the guys in the crowd had eyes only for girls their age, their eyes focused on the girls Loni would never have guessed would earn that kind of attention. It just confused Loni. Lynn was awesome, but she didn’t really work at snaring Reed, and yet, there he was, eating out of her hand! There was something cosmically awesome about the drama between those two, the allure of the forbidden and resistance and this underlying feeling that just wouldn’t be denied, and Loni thought the whole thing the apex of romance.
And she wanted it for herself, with a desperation so unlike Loni.
So why was her mind so focused on Brad, a guy she really doubted would ever have that nervous but unmistakable devotion with someone who wasn’t on his football team? A guy she really doubted saw Loni as anything more than yet another pair of nice boobs?
So why Brad?
“Because he’s safe.” Loni whispered, closing her eyes.
