The cool night air and the small pile of empty beer bottles separated them as they sat in the tall, grassy field. Timothy shook intermittently as whisks of wind tickled them, taking the dried seed with it. The stars were bright against the dark blue canvas sky and the moon pressed against it with a stark crescent shine. The trees at the other end of the field were black against the sky, making it look like someone had torn that part of the sky out and threw the rest of it away like a piece of paper.
“There is Boone’s Farm in the cooler.” John said to her, remembering he had put it in there as he reached around it for another beer.
“Really?” Amanda said, turning herself around too fast. She rolled backwards onto her back out of control and laughed as she did. John laughed as well, reached for her hand, and pulled her close to him. Too close. It was only their second date, Amanda was excited to go on this date with him, but at that moment, the jitter in her steps turned into butterflies in her stomach.
“Thank you,” she said nervously, backing away – or trying to.
“Your welcome. Gotta be more careful, can’t have you getting hurt out here,” John said with a sexy, gravelly tone. Amanda was still reluctant to be this close, and when John tried to press in a sweet kiss, the butterflies in Amanda’s stomach revolted and they were violently set free.
John rocked backwards, letting go and pushing Amanda away from him. The warm ooze splashed all over his face and shirt. He stood up and was completely stunned, wide-eyed, and looking very aggravated. Then the slew of swearwords and pointed fingers came out.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Amanda pleaded as he finished his slur of words.
John pulled off his shirt and revealed a compelling athletic body to Amanda. She grabbed her jacket and tried to help him clean off, sure that he would never want to see him again.
A few minutes later, he was marginally clean and his temper had subsided. He threw his shirt on the ground and looked at Amanda. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you, Mom and dad are gone for the weekend, and I am sure that apartment gets pretty lonely,” Amanda said as she wavered onto her feet. “I do have some making-up to do and all,” her seductive voice made him even more interested as she slowly made her way towards him, throwing her arms around him, having given up the butterflies upon the realization that it couldn’t get worse than puking on him.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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