Thursday, March 20, 2008

A Sweet, Short, Story

By Grant Boomer

Forward

In the end Cal and Eva fell into eachother's arms, kissed passionatly until she fell asleep on his chest, and they both went to get egg MacMuffins the next morning, which they ate holding eachothers hands, because that's all that really matters.

Cal had every reason to skip class. It was spring for fuck's sake, he thought to himself as he pulled the pilled and tarnished blanket back over himself, snow this time of year is a damnable offense to his personal well being, and he would have none of it. He did, however, end up spending a considerable amount of time outside, but since the snow had transformed into just ordinary soggy earth, it didn't bother him much. He actually enjoyed walking the damp streets, especially when the sun set and the headlights echoed off the assphalt into eternity. He didn't however, enjoy the cold, and he would not have ventured outside so late if it was for anyone but Eva. Eva, sweet Eva. Well, no one would exactly refer to her as sweet, especially the teaching assistant who just had the door slamed in his face. That test was bullshit, and that fucking snooty grad student knew it and just didn't care. Fuck him. Eva walkedoutside into the orange glow of the overcast night and quickly lit a cigarette. She just stood for now, knowing that a long walk through this pitiful damp and fucking wind lay ahead of her. She hated the color of the sky at night, that puke fucking orange that hung above her as she turned with arms crossed onto main street. At least she was meeting Cal for drinks. Cal always did have a way of cheering her up. She laughed to herself, and her toes instantly felt lighter as the shot of vodka ran through her vains and made her heart swell, and her cheaks blush. She smiled and looked at him. Cal always loved to look at her eyes, and that smile that was almost imposibly small. He had often wondered how it would be like to slip his tounge through such a gentil smile, but he was just walking her home, like a thousand times passed, and this was the only time she had invited him up for more drinks. "I hate only having an almost empty bottle arround. Trust me, your doing me a favor." They raised their glasses, and fell into eachothers arms, kissed passionatly until she fell asleep on his chest, and they both went to get egg MacMuffins the next morning, which they ate holding eachothers hands, because that's all that really matters.

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