I hate Prada

A Story by WaynEZ

A short story just to exercise my skills in writing realistic, humorous conversations. Feedback please.

The phone stared at me, mocking my anticipation for my object of affection to see it in her heart to stop being spoiled rotten and call me back. Or something along those lines. My dorm buddy, what room mates are called on campus, was over on the couch watching soap operas and tearing up every time Julie said she was going to leave Brad. I was half watching when my phone vibrated. I looked up in shock that she actually called.

"It's a text..." Mark whispered from the couch.

Surprise, surprise. A text message.

After five minutes of reading, rereading and silently contemplating the "severity" of her message, I suppose Mark got curious.

"So Arthur, what does it say?"

"Don't wanna talk about it." I muttered. Before he had the chance. to dig any deeper into my response, i simply commented, "It's safe to say she's not calling back."

"Oh..."

I was laying haphazardly in my computer chair, doing my best to get comfortable. When I ungracefully rolled out of the chair, slipped on the heel of my jeans, and stumbled to the couch where Mark sat criss-crossed. he nearly barfed laughing.

I only rolled my eyes behind my locks at his amusement. I plopped down next to him and snatched the remote out of his freshly manicured hands.

"Hey! Arthur!"

"We're watching UFC for a bit. It cures my depression."

You could see him getting ready to cry like a child, then cross his arms and look away in a huff.

"Whatever! If that's how it is, we're watching 'The Devil Wears Prada'-"

"I'm cool with that. I'll just-"

"AND, you can't comment on the girls not one time throughout!"

The little gremlin had a sneer big as day on his face.

I gritted my teeth at the thought of not being able to laugh at the movie that happens to be his proverbial coffee in the morning. He wouldn't dare go a day without watching it.

I did what I thought was best, I simply tossed him the remote and threw my jacket on.

"I'm goin' out. Don't invite any of your boyfriends over while I'm gone."

He laughed at me and fell into a lying down position on the couch.

"You're my boyfriend Arthur."

"Yeah, ok. That's funny between us, but you tell anyone out there that, I'm going to make sure that you're favorite movie doesn't see the light of day ever again."

He gasped then ran to check his dvd collection. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Later Mark." I yelled and closed the door behind me.

"Some fresh air should do me some good."

In the distance, I could see dark clouds rolling through the sky, and feel the stomps of thunder.

I sighed, and mentally prepared my self for a torturous morning with Mark watching the lengths models will go to just to get on the run way.

FML man.