My "It Just Is" Story

It Just Is

 

Let me set the scene for you. I'm walking, a blonde girl in front of me, a brunette behind me. The blonde slides into the back seat, and I slide in behind her. The brunette squawks, "Oh no, I'm going to have to sit next to him? Ewww!" Used to this treatment from this particular girl, I merely shrug. So she slides in as well, and now I'm squashed in between the two.

We're talking, staring at the pet gecko the blonde brought in climb on the walls of her box. The brunette says, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

I contemplate lying, then decide to go with the truth. "You know, I'm not gonna lie, I am." The girls laugh and I feel faintly embarrassed, but it's the truth. Then all of a sudden, I'm told to turn around, away from the blonde. I hear rustling and I can see the brunette's eyes go wide. They're talking, saying things like, "Geez, that's really low-cut" and, "Are you wearing your swimming suit with that?" as I wish I had eyes in the back of my head.

Now, I don't know what set them off. Maybe they were just curious, or maybe they felt my hair, or something like that. But then it happened.

I straightened again, and all of a sudden, as the driver returns and we start going, the blonde starts feeling my hair. She squeals and goes, "Oh, Tara, his hair is so fuzzy!" I wear my hair pretty short, and it sticks up in spikes all over the place, but it's still soft. Before I know it, they're fawning all over me, saying, "Ooh, feel right here," and stuff like that, while I just sit there and enjoy it.

 

It just is.

 

End.

Author's Note

True story! Man, I enjoyed the heck out of that. What do you guys think?