Flattery

by wytherwings

At lunch Stephen caught up with me. “Hey Jessica!” He smiled, and his hazel eyes looked as gorgeous as ever. But another pair of eyes flashed in my mind. Green, glistening, flickering, sparkling ones.

James. The name really didn’t fit him. Seriously? He was one of those ahem… “bad boys.” The ideal stereotype. Like Jess on Gilmore Girls, except with straight hair.

And of course, beautiful eyes.

Of course, I didn’t really know anything about James. Except from one meeting, from which I could tell a lot.

“What are you thinking about?” Stephen smiled as he asked. He just wouldn’t stop smiling!

“What? Oh, nothing. Sorry, I’m just tired.” I yawned for effect. I know, I’m such an actress right? I should win an award. ANYWAYS , I continued, “Are you excited about babysitting?!” I said with fake enthusiasm.

“Well, it’s with you, so it will be amazing.” And he smiled at me. (Will he ever stop with the smiling?) I smiled back anyways.

Wow. He sure is good at flattery.

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

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    More Ways Than One's Buddy Icon More Ways Than One

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Ahem… May I just say that this is hilarious!

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    Freedom's Buddy Icon Freedom

    Posted 2 months ago

    I totally agree.

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    ACORN's Buddy Icon ACORN

    Posted about 1 month ago

    You had to bring gilmore girls into this somewhere

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    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted about 1 month ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    A very Gilmore Girls kind of setup with the good, smiling guy and the rough around the edges tough guy, so the reference is very fitting.

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