You fold your thick soft arms over your flabby chest and tell him, "I saw you outside," in a tone of voice that suggests everything is cool. You are determined, for once, to play this scenario to your own tune - this is a new start, your own bedroom, your own house, you will not let this jock, no matter how ripped or nasty, put you down. One cruel jibe out of him, and you'll...you'll...crush him against a wall, then throw him out!
"And I saw you outside. That vest is better than a sweater, but man, you must come from the North - this is California, it's hot, you hardly need a t-shirt here!" replies the jock.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," you reply, relieved he hasn't made a 'fat crack' yet. You look down and see Illinois-sized pit stains appearing under your vest. Without thinking, you take the vest off. "That's better."
"But seriously, do you need any help unloading?" the guy asks again. "Could be just me, or I could roust up some friends."
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 8:42pm on Dec 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author