Zoe And J

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short centers around a young, fun, modern day couple, Zoe and Joe. They've been dating for a while and always seem to be getting into this, that, or the other. They're very true to life and a rather charming couple. There's more humor than romance to be had and this story should be the first of many in their series.

Submitted: July 26, 2015

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When Joe opened his eyes he saw her; bright-eyed, smiling big, staring at him.  Joe closed his eyes and in a half groan asked, “Was I drooling or was I snoring?”. “Both”, she replied as she wiped the side of his mouth with the middle of her index finger.  Zoe always had trouble sleeping after a night of drinking.  “How are you up?  I might not ever get used to it.”  “How are YOU still asleep?”, Zoe asked as she hopped out of the bed and pranced to the living room. “God, I love when she wears those shorts”, Joe said to himself.  “Fine. I’m up!”, Joe called out.  He got up and trudged to the bathroom, not closing the door behind him.  “Are you making breakfast?”, he asked, still projecting his voice.  Zoe waited for him to make his way to the living room before sheepishly replying, “We’re out of cereal”.  Joe unsuccessfully hid a grin, “One of these days you’re going to learn how to cook”. On the counter, next to the stove, were 6 uncracked eggs, shredded cheese and a package of bacon waiting to be prepared. He couldn’t help but smirk.  “But how else would I justify keeping you around?”, Zoe joked and began scuffling towards him.  “Oh no. You’re not getting a kiss after THAT one”, Joe said while extending his arms to keep her at a distance.  “Come here, dummy”, she said, and by then had grabbed his wrists, spread his arms, to get close enough for a kiss that she had to be on the tip of her toes for. “Now make me breakfast”.  Zoe patted Joe on the butt  and began clearing the table.  “So what are we doing today?”, Joe asked without looking up from the frying pan.  “Do you want coffee?  And we’re going to the movies! Remember?”.  “Yes to the coffee. Oh yea! What’s it called again?”.  “Well. . . seeing as I’ve been telling you about the movie for months, you have two options; remember the name of it on your own accord OR just wait until we waltz up to the counter and I say, ‘Two for Blankety Blank please’”.  “Whatever.  I’m going to nap while you’re getting ready.”


“Two for The Hateful Eight please”, Zoe glared at Joe as she handed the money to the girl at the counter.  “Enjoy your movie!” the girl said cheerfully. Zoe thanked the girl and her and Joe made their way into the building.  “I always have to actively stop myself from saying, ‘You too!’ when they tell me to enjoy the movie.  It’s funny, people appreciate politeness even if it derives purely out of habit”.  “Anyways, here’s a twenty and your ticket.  Get popcorn and whatever you want. The previews should be starting, but it’s an early showing so there shouldn’t be many people. I’m going to the bathroom, get us some seats, yea?” They kissed and she was off.  Zoe stepped into the theater and squinted, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she scanned the seats, looking for Joe. She finally saw the classic hand wave that had become the universal way to flag someone down in a theater. She made her way over to him and sat down.  “Why do you have that dopey grin on your face?”, she whispered. “ I don’t”, Joe whispered back.  “Here, I got us a big water, popcorn, and Butterfinger bites for you”.  Zoe responded by playfully pinching his cheek.  She grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bag in Joe’s lap and held most of it in one hand while picking out smaller portions to eat with the other hand.  “No butter?”, she asked.  Joe shook his head, Zoe shrugged and continued munching.  After a few handfuls Zoe found herself going more towards the bottom, searching for bigger pieces and it was then that she felt it. Somewhat horrified, she turned to Joe and instantly realized why he’d had the goofy grin the entire time.  “Is THIS why you didn’t get the butter?”, she asked more annoyed than amused, but still keeping it to a whisper.  Joe choked back a laugh. She dusted off her hands over the bag and crossed her arms, ignoring Joe and trying her best to appear upset.  After a while she caught him trying to adjust and zip up, but she stopped him, “Oh no. You stay like that until the movie is over”, she smirked, grabbed a handful of popcorn and sat back in her seat. The movie ended and as they were walking to the car Zoe broke the silence, “Soo. . . Joseph, what do you have to say for yourself?”. “Aww c’mon, babe.  You’re always telling me you want me to be more spontaneous!”.  “OH and popcorn dick is what you came up with”, Zoe shot back with both thumbs up, wielding a transparently fake smile.  Once they were in the car she turned to him, “It just caught me off guard more than anything.  Also, that’s shit you should be pulling in a Tyler Perry movie! NOT The Hateful Eight.”  They kissed, Zoe grabbed him in flirtatious fashion and put the car in gear.


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