A Brief Exchange of Artillery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was told to write what I did over the summer. Voila

Submitted: August 29, 2015

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Submitted: August 29, 2015



“Hey, how you doin’?” I said to whoever walked into my room, assuming it was my friend.

“Oh I’m fine, how ‘bout you?” Alexi replied in a low monotone voice, as he tossed his computer on my couch and slumped down, leaning his head back, and getting his wet hair and skin on the cloth that I try, and fail, to keep clean, but I see the opportunity and I pounce the defenceless mouse.

“Hey, queer, you so sweaty and tired ‘cause of all that special time with your boyfriend?” The arrow is launched, but will it connect?

“What are you talking about; I just got to his house?” he winks, knowing he just put me in check. I have to take a step back, move my king, but I can win this.

“Look, fam’, I ain’t gay-”

“Pfft, you’re not fooling anybody.” Damn, he’s good. One wrong move in this minefield, and I’m going home with a purple heart in exchange for my dignity. I can still do this, change the direction and maybe I’ll get out alive.

“I’m fooling my parents and myself; you know, everyone who matters.” And I give him a large smirk, and a single raised eyebrow to let him know he’s surrounded and to come out with his hands up. At this comment, he has no immediate retort that doesn’t make him look foolish. He grins. I have a moment, and I use it to take a deep breath, but through my nose, because I want him to know his sentence is being carried out, so my smirk never fades.

“-but if I was, I’d aim for someone a little more stylish.” I wink back, and the guillotine falls, but the mouse is no longer there. The cat, instead, lies in its place. How foolish of me.

“If you don’t like my clothes, I can just take ‘em off, you know. You don’t have to try to find excuses, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? He winks and grins, as a sign or assured victory. I bowed my head because I knew that I’d been beat. I laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Alexi’s feet. Alexi said, “Odin, just come on back if you ever wanna’ try again. I told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the best there’s ever been.”


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