Post by PJ on Apr 22, 2008 22:40:34 GMT -5
I'm so, so sorry for this, guys. But it's out of my hands.
Sequel to the 18 Month Funtime
“I’m going out.”
“What, again?” Fancy asked, frowning.
“Yeah. That’s ok with you, right? I just wanna hang out with the guys tonight. Ok?” Tragedy said, smiling.
“Yeah, I guess…” Fancy said, the frown on her face lessening.
“I mean, you can come, too, if you want…” Tragedy said, after a moment.
“No, no, that’s allright, you go. I’ll be fine.”
He went. She wasn’t stupid, but she was unhappy. Something was wrong here, and she was determined to find out what it was.
“Hey, bro,” Willis said, lazily sitting in the hottub. The jets were on so Tragedy didn’t know if Willis was wearing anything underneath the bubbles.
“Hey.” Tragedy said, non-committedly. He was clearly deep in throught.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Willis said, smiling broadly and relaxing in his spa, letting the bubbles massage his back.
“Well, it’s just…this. It’s wrong.”
“What are you talking about, bro,” Willis said, gently splashing water on Tragedy.
“I don’t like deceiving Fancy. She thinks we’re just hanging out with the guys.”
“Well, we are hanging out,” Willis said, still splashing Tragedy gently.
“But not in the way that she thinks!” he said, upset.
“Come on bro, just get into the water, it’s beautiful.” With this last statement, Willis splashed a huge amount of water all over Tragedy so that he was soaked.
“Oh, allright,” Tragedy said, pulling his pants off, under which he was already wearing his bathers. He slipped silently into the spa, Willis grinning beside him. They started to splash water at each other.
Suddenly, Fancy burst in, tears on her face.
“You call this hanging out?” she said, distraught.
“Baby, it’s not what it looks like!” Tragedy yelled, while Willis kept on splashing water over him.
“I can’t believe this!” Fancy cried, and ran out. Tragedy leapt out of the tub in a wave of hot water, pausing only to say
“This is all your fault!” to Willis, before dashing out after her.
Willis meanwhile, sat back, relaxed, and cracked open a beer.
THE END
Sequel to the 18 Month Funtime
“I’m going out.”
“What, again?” Fancy asked, frowning.
“Yeah. That’s ok with you, right? I just wanna hang out with the guys tonight. Ok?” Tragedy said, smiling.
“Yeah, I guess…” Fancy said, the frown on her face lessening.
“I mean, you can come, too, if you want…” Tragedy said, after a moment.
“No, no, that’s allright, you go. I’ll be fine.”
He went. She wasn’t stupid, but she was unhappy. Something was wrong here, and she was determined to find out what it was.
“Hey, bro,” Willis said, lazily sitting in the hottub. The jets were on so Tragedy didn’t know if Willis was wearing anything underneath the bubbles.
“Hey.” Tragedy said, non-committedly. He was clearly deep in throught.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Willis said, smiling broadly and relaxing in his spa, letting the bubbles massage his back.
“Well, it’s just…this. It’s wrong.”
“What are you talking about, bro,” Willis said, gently splashing water on Tragedy.
“I don’t like deceiving Fancy. She thinks we’re just hanging out with the guys.”
“Well, we are hanging out,” Willis said, still splashing Tragedy gently.
“But not in the way that she thinks!” he said, upset.
“Come on bro, just get into the water, it’s beautiful.” With this last statement, Willis splashed a huge amount of water all over Tragedy so that he was soaked.
“Oh, allright,” Tragedy said, pulling his pants off, under which he was already wearing his bathers. He slipped silently into the spa, Willis grinning beside him. They started to splash water at each other.
Suddenly, Fancy burst in, tears on her face.
“You call this hanging out?” she said, distraught.
“Baby, it’s not what it looks like!” Tragedy yelled, while Willis kept on splashing water over him.
“I can’t believe this!” Fancy cried, and ran out. Tragedy leapt out of the tub in a wave of hot water, pausing only to say
“This is all your fault!” to Willis, before dashing out after her.
Willis meanwhile, sat back, relaxed, and cracked open a beer.
THE END