Posted by Karen on 3/22/2002, 11:53 pm With apprehension and reluctance, he trails behind the object of his dreams, still wanting to hide his presence because he sees the two women furtively looking around them and he suspects that they are wanting a little privacy. The girls glance around as he darts behind a traffic sign, and then he spies them walking up beyond the sidewalk, toward a little clump of trees just out of sight of the roadway. Certain that his presence has not been detected, he creeps out from behind the sign, and tries not to make sounds as he tiptoes through the leaves of the underbrush to observe them. His heart is throbbing rapidly, and he is fearful of being discovered; yet it is such a fine spring day, and he cannot help what he feels. That warm sparkle is within the air, and is felt by all. He cannot resist. The two girls quickly glance around to assure themselves that they are secluded, and then the Salem cigarette returns to the most precious and beautiful shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips for another drag and another episode in the extraction of the perfect smoke into her perfect lips and then into her perfect body as she completes the naughty act with an inhale and a pleasant and friendly smile toward her friend V. He watches from behind a clump of bushes while they draw their faces close together, and he sees the smoke beginning to pour from those pink and excellent and glossy lips, and he observes the way that they stare at each other in this private place, this secret place, and he sees them touch their mouths together, and then embrace. In a moment, it is over, and they smile, now V exhaling the smoke from the shared pleasure, and she looks at her friend and she says: "You are going to be at the prom, aren't you, Annie? I want you there." "Yeah, but I gotta find someone to go with, and these guys that asked me are like all creepy; I don't know who to go with," Annie expresses her despair, casting her eyes skyward as she grins dolefully and places her cigarette within those shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips. She closes her carefully-mascarared eyes and draws on the slender white object, causing the tip to glow in spite the bright and warm and radiant sunshine that shines upon this pair of special friends. Annie shifts her books upon her hips and stands ready for anything. Annie inhales and she winks at V. The wink is returned, and they share another kiss in the clump of trees beside the roadway, out of view of the trucks and the cars and all of the curious pedestrians, save one. The one quite forgets himself and fails to conceal his presence in the midst of excitement and interest. "Hey! It's Moe! What are you doing here?" V declares, startled by the apparition. A few puffs of smoke exit her mouth, leftover from the sensual kiss, and her face registers a slightly surprised, although not shocked expression. "I'm... I'm just walking home," he stammers, trying in vain to explain his presence in this precise place at this precise time. And also curious and very surprised at what has witnessed. Annie, with her precious and so adorable and sweet bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips casts her glare upon him, and she says: "You weren't there watching us, were you?" With her books placed firmly on her thrusted left hip, she stares accusingly at him while she again drags upon her cigarette in a tough and defiant pose. After a full inhale, she blows the smoke off into the rays of sunlight that pass through the gently growing leaves of the small bit of forest secrecy within which they have met. "Don't you live the other way from school, Moe?" V asks innocently, but perhaps not so innocently. She knows very well where he lives, having been to his house for a birthday party years ago and knowing that he knows it, too. "Yeah, but I... I was going to the store to get something for my Mom. I'm... I'm sorry." He now resorts to excuses to explain his presence here in their secret place, and he feels shame. The hot blood rushes to his face, and that bubble of delight and power that he felt just a few minutes ago is shattered. He feels a desire to run away, but resists it because that would be juvenile. "So, are you going to the prom, Moe, or what?" V asks, now smiling at him and being his friend, as she always has been. Annie calms, now knowing that this interloper is a friend of hers and her face transforms from suspicious to curious, to plaintive, and then to playful. She gently taps the ash from her shortened Salem onto the forest floor, and again raises it to her lips for another drag causing the tip to glow as he gives his answer to V: "No... Well, yes... well, I might go to the prom, but I haven't asked anyone yet," he wiggles the toe of his shoe in the leaves on the ground and tries to avert his glance from Annie so that she will not be offended by his infatuous staring. He therefore stares at the ground, feeling very ashamed of himself, and disappointed that he had not presented himself sooner, and with more character. "Moe, meet your date!" V announces suddenly, beckoning to Moe while she takes Annie in her arm and smiles at him. The girls' cheeks touch and rub each other. Annie's eyes go wide in surprise, but then she begins to look him over as he approaches in his manner of dignity and respect. She sees something there in his eyes, something of peace and of friendship. She also sees that a smooth face and a hint of shadow accompany his dark eyes this late in the day. She imagines the feeling of his upper lip bristling and scratching hers. His nose is the perfect size and shape for his face, and she thinks about the feeling of touching it against hers. The hair of his eyebrows perfectly complements the curls of that on his head. She wonders why he seems to hide his subtle, yet powerful image, and he intrigues her. "Hello, Moe. No matter who takes me, I'm going to be close to V, you know," Annie says, grasping V's head and pressing their cheeks tightly together again. He continues to approach, his heart beating more rapidly and powerfully as he sees their pleasant grins and their perfectly white teeth shine just beyond the smooth contour of their lips. Watching him slowly coming forth toward them in the little bit of secluded forest with the afternoon sunlight casting strange beams upon the scene, Annie senses his need and holds her arm out toward him with that beckoning and smoking cigarette at the tip of her fingers. As he approaches more closely, she draws her arm back and places her cigarette in her mouth and closes her eyes and shows off her nearly-perfect acrylic nails from the shop at the mall from last weekend while she drags on the perfect pleasure with her shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips and she opens her fingers wide for him to view his delight. She opens her mouth and exposes a creamy, white cloud of smoke as she extends her arm outward to him once more. Annie quickly tilts her head to one side in a short, but powerful display of need as she huffs the swirling white magic into her body and again reaches out toward Moe. He's there. They kiss. He inhales a huge breath of her smoke and feels invigorated. He sees those perfect, shiny, pink, bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips exhaling the last of the faint traces of the taste and the joy and he feels a part of herself inside of him. It is warm and it is beautiful and, for an instant, it shatters the hesitation and the reluctance and the shyness, and he becomes the man of his destiny. The smoke invigorates him, and he speaks with confidence and with manhood: "Thank you very much, Annie. That was very beautiful and so are you. Would you like to be my date at the prom? I would really love the company of such a wonderful woman as you. Please say yes."
Our hero is jubilant at seeing his friend V, and this comforts him because he knows her and she has always been nice to him. He watches as the two girls chat and smile at each other, and he imagines this moment as his opportunity to meet and get close to the wonderful girl with the shiny pink bubble gum flavored lip gloss lips. He slows his pace, and observes the desire of his affections listen to her friend V, raise the long, white Salem to her perfect mouth, drag on it, inhale rapidly and quickly change her posture to that of animated conversation. He delights in the way she moves her hand so casually with that cigarette within her fingertips as she speaks, and his heart races as he watches the smoke exit her mouth with each word she utters.
