Waiting

Simply a series of scenes which pop into my head occasionally, not stand-alone stories or even parts of stories but simply stand-alone scenes which I may at some point incorporate into stories or expand upon, either way, enjoy.

“Jake are you like serious right now?”

Staring wide-eyed and expectedly at the door at the door he answered, “Yes, I’m always serious.”

Rolling her eyes with an air of incredulity she said, “Yeah, when you’re not goofing around which is, let’s see…” Tapping her index finger against her lips as she always did when she was thinking, either seriously or sarcastically, she voiced her thought in unison with him, “All the time.”

“All the time, you always say that, don’t you ever get tired of it?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a dork?”

“Well at this point it’s about as natural as breathing but, I’ll let you know after this one.”

“You can’t keep doing stuff like this,” she said, staring at the back of his head as he continued staring at the door.

“You’re going to get in trouble, or killed by someone.” She said, finishing the latter part of her sentence flatly as she stared at her feet, feeling like she was wasting her breath.

Yelling at him once again, she asked him,“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, I’ve been listening to you for so long your voice is like a natural hum in my ear, believe me, I can hear you even when you’re not talking which is, let’s see…” Uttering once again in unison, “All the time.”

He turned his head to look over his shoulder at her with a sly grin on his face, prompting her to ask him “What?”

“Were you born bossing people around?”

Grinning ever so slightly, she told him to shut up as she shuffled her feet.

“Why are you always staring at your feet, and messing with them?”

“I don’t know, they just don’t seem right to me.”

He held his hand over his right shoulder saying “Let me see.”

“What, you just want me to put my foot in your hand?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know what I see, if I see anything weird.”

Hitting the back of his head she told him, “You’re weird.”

“I know, all the more reason to let me look at it so come on,” he said as he continued gesturing with his hand.

“Oh God, why do you make me do these things.”

“’Cause, just give me your damn foot, today woman!”

“Hold on, I don’t want to lose my balance.”

She changed her seating position, adjusting her center of balance and held her left foot out over his right side saying, “There.”

He looked to his right, slightly down and quickly lifted her foot up, causing her to yell and say, “No wait, what are you doing?”

“Relax, just getting a closer look.”

“Yeah well, my foot doesn’t really go that high.”

“It does now.” He said as he pulled her foot forward causing her to once again yell and say that she was falling out of her seat, to which he replied simply by leaning back a little.

Then he began untying her shoelaces and finally denuding her foot, despite her pleas and protests.

“We’re in public.”

With an air of cold indifference and a nonchalant attitude he answered “So?”

“People are looking.”

“So, tell them to take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Jake!”

“What? I’m just inspecting the merchandise.”

“I’m almost upside down.”

“Yay-yeah” he exclaimed as was his usual custom whenever a sexual innuendo entered his mind.

“Come on let me go you spaz.”

“All right, just let me check a couple things first.”

He first tickled the bottom of her foot, causing her to laugh loudly.

“Tickle response is good, although a little loud, and you give me crap for doing this in public?”

Gasping an exaggerated courtroom drama gasp he asked, “is that? No, it can’t be, it’s…”

“What?” She asked, sounding worried.

“Pink nail polish, seriously?”

“What? I’m a girl, and it’s cute.”

“Yeah yeah, all right, I’ll give you that.”

Then rubbing his hand over the top of her foot and sniffing it he continued, texture and smell seem… rather fishy.”

“Okay, are you done now?”

“Only one more thing to check, then I’ll be done.””

He then licked the top of her foot, causing her to laugh while simultaneously uttering ”Ew.”

Smacking his lips he said “Yep, you were right, the taste is all wrong.”

He released her foot and turning around he told her, “Your foot tastes like ass.”

He then turned his attention back towards the door and upon seeing his friend there waving him over he bid her goodbye saying, “There’s my cue, see you later.”

The End

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