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Noticing, Day 5 Part 3
I checked my wall clock and saw that I only had forty minutes until I had to meet Grant at the movies. Not a lot of time, but not too little to ruin anything. I just had to take a quick shower, choose a cute outfit and then call Kat when I was ready to go.
Laurie was off with Chrissie buying the stuff for the party, so I had the house all to myself until I left. The place was quiet, but that was to be expected. It was weird not seeing Dad watching TV, but he should be on a plane to Kansas for the weekend. It was the most time he'd spent out of the house since losing his job, and he was visiting Uncle Cletus, so it was for the best.
I quickly stripped down to just my panties and wondered for a brief second why that seemed odd to me, then quickly hopped in the shower. I had this second weird sensation that the water seemed warmer than usual, but I ignored it. I assumed it was just me feeling all hot and bothered or something. Nothing to really worry about.
My hair seemed longer, t
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Noticing, Day 5 Part 2
“Lemme get this straight,” Laurie said as she pulled books out of her locker, “you want my permission to go to the movies with your boyfriend instead of getting the stuff for the party we’ve had planned for two weeks?” She slammed her locker shut and leaned against it. “How the hell are we supposed to get the drinks if you’re not there to flirt with the guy at the liquor store?”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t flirt with him! He’s just sweet on me.”
She made some odd motion with her head. “Whatever.” She took a long look at Chrissie, and I could tell that the two of them probably wanted me to leave. “Okay, fine, I’ll get the drinks, you go smooch your boyfriend in a dark movie theater.”
Chrissie elbowed me. “Look at that, you got permission! My brother never lets me kiss my boyfriends at the movies.”
Laurie wrapped her arms around Chrissie’s wai
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Noticing, Day 5 Part 1
I woke up and felt just a little bit of awkwardness. Then I remembered that I was going to the movies with Grant after school and awkwardness was replaced by a genuine feeling of excitement. I felt a stirring in my panties, but I decided against jerking off in favor of getting ready for school. Specifically, I needed to hop in the shower, and then get my outfit picked out.
I pulled the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I stretched and yawned at the same time, clearly still fighting off fatigue. I tugged at the hem of my nightie as I stood up. A part of me wondered if I should wear something a little more… Enticing, I guess was the word? Something at least a bit more special than plain clothes. I dunno. I’d figure it out when I went to get dressed.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom, shut the door behind me and pulled off my nightie and my panties. Something seemed a little off about me, but the thought faded quickly as I stepped into the shower and
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So, it's come to an end and writing can now begin. Nobody claimed the final slot yesterday, so I'm gonna havta pick the 10th caption, but, I'm not saying what it'll be. You'll just havta learn when the story is posted.

Speaking of, stories will be posted when finished. This could take days, this could take months, this could take hours, there's really no saying when each story will be finished and posted, but I ask you to be patient. They will be finished, they will be posted, and that's a guarantee.

I wanna thank you all for participating, this was a fun event and maybe some day down the line, we'll go at this again.

Onto the writing!

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I checked my wall clock and saw that I only had forty minutes until I had to meet Grant at the movies. Not a lot of time, but not too little to ruin anything. I just had to take a quick shower, choose a cute outfit and then call Kat when I was ready to go.

Laurie was off with Chrissie buying the stuff for the party, so I had the house all to myself until I left. The place was quiet, but that was to be expected. It was weird not seeing Dad watching TV, but he should be on a plane to Kansas for the weekend. It was the most time he'd spent out of the house since losing his job, and he was visiting Uncle Cletus, so it was for the best.

I quickly stripped down to just my panties and wondered for a brief second why that seemed odd to me, then quickly hopped in the shower. I had this second weird sensation that the water seemed warmer than usual, but I ignored it. I assumed it was just me feeling all hot and bothered or something. Nothing to really worry about.

My hair seemed longer, though. Weird.

I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around my chest. As I blow-dried my hair, there was a knock at the door. Was Laurie home already?

Dad answered my silent question by asking, “Ashe, is that you, honey?”

Oh shit! If Laurie came home with all the stuff for the party and Dad was still here…

“Yeah, Dad!”

“Where’s your brother?”

Great, I had to answer that question. “I think he’s on a date with Chrissie.” I had to ask, “Weren’t you supposed to be on your plane by now?”

“Delayed for some weird ass reason. Taking off at about six tonight.”

Six, was only an hour away. Granted, the airport itself was less than a half hour away, and it was tiny, so Dad probably wouldn’t need to wait too long to get on the plane. We only had a tiny airstrip with like three planes in total. This town wasn’t huge or anything.

I could use that to my advantage. The movie theater wasn’t too far from the airport, I could get a ride from Dad and wouldn’t need to call Kat. That would save me some of her annoying teasing, though I’d need to worry about Dad giving me “the talk” about how to deal with my boyfriend.

I opened the bathroom door and he was standing there, doing something on his phone. “Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He looked up from his phone and had this weird look on his face, almost like he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

“Can you give me a ride to the movies?”

“Oh, seein’ something tonight?”

“Yeah. I dunno what yet.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Who are you going with, young lady?”

I reached around behind myself and grabbed my other arm. “Grant,” I answered, knowing my face was beet red.

“Really? Hmmm… Football player, your best friend… Have you two been foolin’ around?”

I’m pretty sure my face went from beet red to tomato red. “Dad!”

He laughed, then patted me on the shoulder. “Oh, calm down, honey, I know you better than that. Yeah, I’ll take you to the movies so you can spend a couple hours in the dark with your boyfriend.”

I smiled, threw my arms around him and almost squealed, “Thank you, Daddy!” I hadn’t called him “Daddy” in years. I felt like a little kid again, for whatever reason.

I hurried into my room and unwrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor. Getting him to take me to the theater would be another benefit, because then Laurie and Chrissie could get home while he was taking me, and then he’d drive off to the airport. This would actually all work out just fine, it seemed.

I opened my underwear drawer and rooted through my panties to find just the right pair. I found a cute pink pair and slid them up my legs. I knew exactly what bottom I was going to wear, so I quickly retrieved the little black miniskirt and stepped into it. Next I pulled on a pink bra. For whatever reason, it felt like I’d never worn one before, but I knew I had for years now, so whatever was wrong with me was something I’d need to deal with later. I grabbed an orange tank top out of my closet and dropped that over top of me, making sure it covered my bra straps well enough. Didn’t want Grant getting any ideas, after all. Last but not least, I slid my feet into a cute pair of bright pink flip flops.

Fifteen minutes left before we needed to go, I sat down at my vanity and started painting my nails. Yellow was my absolute favorite color, but today I wanted to go pink. Maybe it was just because I had a boyfriend, or maybe I just wanted a change for a day. Like Mrs. Morfran said, “beauty is change”. Grant, hopefully, loved me either way, though.

A little blush, a little eyeliner, some bright red lipstick, my makeup was finished and perfect. Next came jewelry. I put my cute heart necklace on, then grabbed a silver charm bracelet. My last piece of jewelry was a pair of heart shaped stud earrings that I bought alongside my necklace. I hadn’t worn them since I bought them, and this seemed like the best time.

I took a quick look in the mirror and realized that I hadn’t really styled my hair. It just fell in loose curls, just barely hitting my shoulders. I liked that look a lot, especially as the ends brushed past my shoulders. I wondered how long I’d had this sort of casual “style” without realizing it. I cursed myself for not noticing sooner.

I almost slid down the stairs, I was moving so quickly. I’d just managed to finish getting ready before Dad and I had to leave. I stopped in front of him and did a little goofy runway pose. I used to do that all the time when I was a kid. It’s how I got my nickname, “Flashy” Ashley. I’d just put on cute clothes and model them for Mom and Dad. I hadn’t done it for awhile, at least since Mom died. It made me miss her some more.

“You’re seeing a movie dressed like that?” Dad asked.

“What? I wanna look good for Grant.”

“Trust me, if he’s anything like I was at your age, he’s probably gonna be picturing you naked most of the time, anyway.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dad…”

He chuckled. “I’m just givin’ ya shit, honey, don’t worry about it. Now get your ass in the truck so I can drive you to your boyfriend.”

I just smiled.

Later…

I gave Dad a quick hug before getting out of the truck. He just gave me a pat on the shoulder and told me to have a good time before driving off to the airport. We just managed to miss Larry and Chrissie showing up at the house, and luckily they didn't pull any bags out of Chrissie's car.

I couldn’t remember the last time Grant and I went to the movies together, but this was a very different situation. Today, we weren’t just going as the best friends we’d been ever since we were kids, it was as a boy and a girl seeing a movie together on a date. As far as I knew, we were just seeing a movie, though I couldn’t say I’d be disappointed if we ended up going to dinner afterward or anything like that. It’d be romantic. And, honestly, romance was something I’d be very interested in.

Grant was waiting for me in the lobby. When he saw me, it was just like this morning on the bus, his eyes were so bright it was like he was seeing me for the first time. Actually, though, it was probably just him realizing that the girl in front of him was his girlfriend, not just a girl who was his friend. In a way, he really was seeing me for the first time.

“Hey, Ashe,” he said as I got closer to him, “you look… Wow…”

I giggled. “You’ve seen me in stuff like this before.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “I know, but… I mean… This is the first time we’ve been here like this. It’s the first time you’ve dressed like that for us.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged myself close to him. “I didn’t dress this way for us. I dressed this way for you.”

He laughed. “Okay, that was kinda sappy.”

I kissed him and then lightly tapped him on the nose with my finger. “Hey, you lemme have a soap opera moment.” I giggled again. “Just remember, you’re gonna havta draw moments like this when we get Joey and Brenda together.”

He nodded. I noticed his hand was on my ass and I didn’t have any problem with it. “I guess you’re right.”

I smirked. “I’m your girlfriend, I’m always right.”

He rolled his eyes. “Already with that stuff, huh?”

I kissed him again. “Yup.”

He smiled. “I shoulda known. Well, how about we go decide what to see?”

The theater had this big billboard with the posters for the movies they were currently showing. It dominated one wall of the lobby, right behind the ticket booth. There were sixteen screens, though we didn’t get every movie that was out in our theater. It was mostly the big ones. There were some we’d already seen together, and I wasn’t really sure what it was I wanted to see.

“Um… Slender Man or The Meg?” I asked.

He scratched at his chin. “Are those really our only choices?”

“We’ve seen almost everything else already.”

He chuckled. “We shoulda started dating earlier this year, then.”

“Hey, you just needed to ask.”

He kissed my cheek. His lips were so warm. “I’m up for The Meg, how about you?”

Not like there was much choice. “I’m game for Jason Statham fighting a super shark,” I answered.

Like a classic boyfriend, Grant paid for the both of us, which was a good thing, because I didn't even realize I didn't bring my wallet. I coulda sworn I had my purse with me, though in my haste to leave before Laurie got home, I probably forgot about it. He even got the popcorn and drinks, too, which was an extra I wasn't expecting. I was so glad he didn't try the whole “cut a hole in the popcorn bucket and slip your dick through” trick on me. Wheeler once told me of a time he did that to his now ex-girlfriend Valentina Hodges. She converted to lesbian shortly after that.

When we walked into the theater, I was amazed. Friday night and the place was almost completely empty. It was us and another couple who were already busy making out in the third row. I wanted this to be a classic date, where Grant and I sat in the back row and we could cuddle as much as the crappy seats would allow.

Lucky me, he obliged.

The lights dimmed for the previews shortly after we sat down. I held my soda with one hand while Grant held my other. I don't know what it was, but there was something so… Unique about this whole situation, something I'd never felt before. Certainly I'd gone to the movies with other boyfriends, why did this feel so new and exciting? What was different about this one?

Then I realized exactly why this one was different. This wasn’t just some guy I saw with a good looking body and a winning smile, this was Grant. He’d been my friend for so long that this went beyond mere boyfriend/girlfriend like it had been with every other guy I’d dated. He’d always been sweet to me, and while this was our first real date, we’d always been close enough that people had treated us like we were dating. Hell, Kat was amazed this was our first date, because she thought he was my rebound guy whenever I was between boyfriends.

The lights finally went out and the logos (there were a lot of logos, like almost a minute of logos) went by. The theater still hadn’t populated at all, so it was still just us and that other couple that I swear had moved from making out to having sex, because I could hear something that sounded like moans.

I looked over at Grant and saw that he looked like he was about to fall asleep. He looked so cute like that, but I didn’t want him to fall asleep because I knew I’d fall asleep at that point. Instead, I took a chance I didn’t even realize I’d been wanting to take: I climbed on top of him and pressed my lips to his. He woke up with a jolt, but as soon as he realized what was going on, he grabbed hold of my hips and held onto me. I could tell by his “reaction” (if you know what I mean) that he had exactly zero problems with what was going on.

Later…

I gave Grant another kiss as he left me at the front door. He then walked back to his house and I enjoyed a wonder view of his ass as he did. The cool breeze blowing up my skirt then reminded me that I needed to get inside or else I’d probably stand there just thinking about all the making out we did during the movie.

Y’know, now that I think of it, I had no idea what happened during that movie. I was laying on top of Grant the whole damn runtime, enjoying his tongue mixing with mine. Oh, and I let his hands slip around places I probably wouldn’t have with any other guy on a first date. I felt he deserved a treat.

Larry was sitting on the couch watching TV, already drinking one of those beers he got with Chrissie this afternoon for the party tomorrow. “Jesus, you spent like fifteen minutes on the porch kissing,” he said, with a laugh.

“Who are you? Dad?”

“No, but you coulda texted me and warned me about that.”

“I was busy. I didn’t even know he was still here until I got out of the shower.”

He patted the couch cushion beside him, so I sat down. He then handed me a beer. “Well, we got lucky. And from the way you were watching Grant walk back to his house, you got pretty lucky tonight, too. Am I gonna be an uncle?”

I coughed and nearly spat some beer out. “Uh, we didn’t fuck, you asshole. It was a movie, we just made out for two hours and then he walked me home.”

“Hey, don’t act like it didn’t cross your mind.”

I legitimately couldn’t deny that. Letting Grant have his way with me wouldn’t have been the worst thing to happen to me, and hell, even being pregnant with his child wasn’t something I was completely against. Still, I was sixteen and that was way too young to be thinking about making babies with my boyfriend. “It didn’t, and that’s all I’ll say on the matter,” I lied.

He put his arm around me. Larry could be an asshole, but he was still a great brother. “If I told you that Chrissie and I have had sex in the movie theater, would that put you at ease?”

“Uh, no, and you haven’t.”

“But how would you know?

“Because Chrissie’s my friend and I’d know if you two had sex anywhere, including the movies.”

“What if I told you I had pictures?”

“You don’t have pictures.”

He sighed. “You’re right, I don’t.”

“And besides, if Chrissie had had sex, she’d have blown up her Facebook about it using vague but obvious terms, like that time you two snuck out Biology to grope one another.”

He smirked. “Good times.”

“Whatever.” I gulped down the last of my beer without even realizing I’d drank so much of it, got up, walked to the kitchen and dropped the bottle in the trash. “I’m gonna go do some writing and then head to bed. Don’t forget, we’ve gotta get up early to get everything ready, since the party has to end before the game.”

He raised his bottle in affirmation.

I walked upstairs, then into the bathroom to wash off my makeup. After that, I went to my room to change from my skirt and tank top into a nightie. I tied my hair into a cute ponytail and sat cross legged on my bed. I figured I’d get about a half a chapter done on the webcomic and then some done on that story for Creative Writing.

As I worked on the webcomic, I realized about seventeen pages in that I’d created a new character that shared their name with the lead in my Creative Writing story. Huh. Looks like I’d accidentally created a shared universe between something Grant and I were doing for fun and a school project that I was just having fun doing. I wondered how he’d react to that. Maybe when we got the website set up for the comic, we’d set up a section for side stories I could write. I could come up with a whole town full of characters that each had their own story, kinda like Stephen King did with his stuff.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed it and saw that Grant was texting me that he’d gotten home.

c u tmrw big sexy I texted with a wink face emoji.

c u babe Babe! He called me babe! I felt butterflies in my stomach. Words couldn’t explain how excited I was that this new stage in our relationship had happened.

About an hour and a half later, I pulled my blanket over top of me, shut off the lamp on my nightstand and went to sleep thinking of what I’d wear during our party tomorrow. I’d even try to work it into the webcomic to make Grant draw it eventually.

Tomorrow would be a day to remember.
Noticing, Day 5 Part 3
And thus, the final part of Day 5.
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So, it's come to an end and writing can now begin. Nobody claimed the final slot yesterday, so I'm gonna havta pick the 10th caption, but, I'm not saying what it'll be. You'll just havta learn when the story is posted.

Speaking of, stories will be posted when finished. This could take days, this could take months, this could take hours, there's really no saying when each story will be finished and posted, but I ask you to be patient. They will be finished, they will be posted, and that's a guarantee.

I wanna thank you all for participating, this was a fun event and maybe some day down the line, we'll go at this again.

Onto the writing!
This is it, the 20th. One last day. Keep in mind, that's one last day my time, so you've got 12 hours and one last slot left. Just as a reminder of what's been chosen so far:

Shiny Light
Changing Teams
Hot Girls Can't Jump
This is All Wrong
Conflicted Emotions
Settled Emotions
Daddy Says
After School
Good Plan, Bad Execution

Writing for the tales begins tomorrow, and they shall be posted when each one is done. Bear in mind: I don't know what order I'll complete each story in, so for all any of us knows, any one of them could come first.

Twelve hours. Get in there.
So, with now two days (I'm posting this on the 18th my time, though I think for DA, it's already the 19th) and some change left over, I'm going to post a little update. Initial reaction to the Participation Event was surprisingly swift, to the point that within a couple days, seven out of ten slots were already requested. A list of those is:

Shiny Light
Changing Teams
Hot Girls Can't Jump
This is All Wrong
Conflicted Emotions
Settled Emotions
Daddy Says

I've already begun initial work on "planning" how the stories on these captions will be written, though understand that I've started none of them yet. I'm waiting until the 21st to get started, hopefully I don't contract another bad case of writer's block (I've been on a decent writing streak recently).

So, still a couple days left, still three more slots to go if you want to get your final word in on what other captions you'd like to see turned into stories. Please, cast your votes with comments, or else I'm picking three at random and you'll just havta deal with it.
“Lemme get this straight,” Laurie said as she pulled books out of her locker, “you want my permission to go to the movies with your boyfriend instead of getting the stuff for the party we’ve had planned for two weeks?” She slammed her locker shut and leaned against it. “How the hell are we supposed to get the drinks if you’re not there to flirt with the guy at the liquor store?”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t flirt with him! He’s just sweet on me.”

She made some odd motion with her head. “Whatever.” She took a long look at Chrissie, and I could tell that the two of them probably wanted me to leave. “Okay, fine, I’ll get the drinks, you go smooch your boyfriend in a dark movie theater.”

Chrissie elbowed me. “Look at that, you got permission! My brother never lets me kiss my boyfriends at the movies.”

Laurie wrapped her arms around Chrissie’s waist. “Hey, your brother likes me, remember?”

I just sighed. “Okay, you guys go do whatever it is you wanna do. I’m gonna go spend time with my boyfriend before class starts.”

“See you at lunch!” Chrissie exclaimed with big wave.

I waved back, with this nagging feeling that there should be something off about Chrissie referring to Laurie as her boyfriend.

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Grant was busy drawing the webcomic when I got to Art. Mr. Yates hadn’t arrived yet, so nobody was really doing anything class-related. I slid into my seat beside him and gave him another little kiss on the cheek. “What was that for?” he asked, his tone amused.

“Do I need a reason?”

He smirked. “I guess not.”

I pulled my notebook out of my bag. “What page are you on?”

He flipped through the binder of scripts that he had. “Chapter… Four, page eighteen.”

“Oooh, I like this one.”

He gave me a look that said he wasn’t surprised. The page in question was Brenda and Joey on a Ferris Wheel, having been tricked to being there together by Allana, who knew there was more than just mild attraction between the two. This wasn’t when they actually started their relationship, but it was a catalyst that would lead to it.

There was a clicking sound from the hallway, getting closer. Not a second later, a woman I'd never seen before walked into the room. She was a good six feet tall, but then I realized she was wearing heels. Maybe in her upper 30s, lower 40s. Bright red-orange hair, and piercing blue-green eyes, with a winning smile. She was dressed in a dark red dress that would be better suited to a ballroom than a classroom, with a navy blue half blouse left unbuttoned over top of it.

“Good morning, class,” she said, “it's a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Mrs. Morfran, and I'm your new Art teacher. I'm told Mr. Yates found better prospects elsewhere, but I don't know much more than that, so I can't really tell you anything.” She wrote her name on the dry erase board at the front of the room. “Now, I know this isn’t the start of the semester, but it's our first day together and I have but one question for you all.” She wrote in big letters on the board, under her name, How many of you are artists?. She then spun back around to face us, and the smile on her face turned into a shit-eating smirk. “Well?”

Grant raised his hand, as did a couple others.

She shook her head. “No. None of you can be considered artists quite yet, because none of you have found beauty.”

I didn't understand that at all. Beauty was a sub --

“Beauty, as you all should be aware, is subjective. In the eye of the beholder, as the old saying goes. While this is very true, the path to beauty begins with one very important step: Change.”

I was starting to wonder if Mr. Yates was going to run in here and save us from this crazy lady who'd hijacked his classroom. Seriously, what the hell was she getting at?

“True art is change. Transitioning one thing - say, a blank canvas - into another - an image, perhaps?” She very quickly took three markers and began to do… Something. I couldn't really see from where I was sitting. Eventually, she stepped away from the board and my jaw almost hit the floor. Where was once blank white space was now a very detailed flower, made to look kinda like it was made with watercolor paints. “Transform what's before your eyes into what's in your heart.”

Okay, crazy or not, Mrs. Morfran was very much a legit art teacher. How she did that with three markers in so little time was… Jesus, I didn't know how to describe that. I suddenly felt like my meager drawing skills weren't going to be enough to pass the class.

Hell, Grant's art was amazing and he might not even be able to pass now… Shit…

Art just got way more interesting than it had been.

Later…

I walked into the locker room and saw everybody getting ready. Swim class, finally! I’d been waiting since the semester started for this, just as an excuse to wear the bikini I bought at the beginning of the school year. I knew Chrissie was just as excited as I was, and we’d picked mirrored sets.

“Yo, Ash!” Kristie called. Chrissie was standing beside her, and the both of them were already in their bathing suits. Kristie’s was a very simple black and white set, in sort of an X like pattern. Her top was black on the left and white on the right, while the bottoms were white on the left and black on the right. “C’mon, we’re almost ready!”

I giggled. “Jesus, the boys aren’t gonna be out there any earlier than we are, gimme a second!”

“Still, girl, hurry up!

I sighed. Kristie could be a little… Well… She kinda had a school slut reputation, but I knew better. She dressed the way she did to lead guys on, only had half as many boyfriends as people liked to claim she had. Plus, she had a huge crush on Charlie, so any guy she had dated was just a warm up for the one she really wanted.

I pulled off my clothes in the restroom stall just off from the locker room. I didn't know why I did that, but I always had. I was really self-conscious when I was younger, and I guess I just never grew out of it. Nobody criticized me for it, thankfully.

I slid the bottoms on. Pink and white horizontal stripes were the design, going from top right to bottom left. After that came the top, which was easy thanks to being a clasp rather needing to tie it together. Once again, the pattern was pink and white stripes, but here they were making a V shape. The stripes on the right went top right to bottom left, the stripes on the left went top left to bottom right. It served as a kind of attention marker, in a way. And it was cute, like me.

Like I said before, Chrissie's bikini was the mirror image of mine. We'd done that on purpose, because we bought them together. Her's was still pink and white, but her top had an inverse V shape, pointing up instead of down, and the stripes on her bottoms went in the opposite direction. Naturally, the similarities in our bikinis caused some heads to turn our way, but that was the point.

Kristie asked me, “Which guy do you think will look better in a Speedo?”

I smirked. “Well, you only have eyes for Charlie Wilkins, so he's obviously your choice.”

She turned beet red. “Hey!”

I continued as if I hadn't noticed her discomfort. “I’d havta say… I'mma go with my crush, Grant.”

Chrissie came between Kristie and I, throwing her arms around both of us. “Ladies, you're both wrong. Clearly, the hottest guy in a Speedo is Laurie.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh… Can you not say that again?”

The two of them just burst into a giggle fit until everybody filed out to the pool.

Later…

“C’mon, you pantywaists!” Coach shouted at the guys. I sorta winced, because Coach was loud when he yelled. He turned to Kat and I and said, “I hope you’re not writing down everything I say.”

Kat just giggled. “Don’t worry, only the good bits.”

I wasn’t even writing down anything he was saying. This article was about the team, not the Coach. He was still an important piece of it, so I wasn’t going to smear his record by bringing attention to the fact that he was relatively foul mouthed. Plus, not like anybody didn’t know.

Coach just nodded. “Good.” He turned back to face the team. “You girls need to move! Move like your boyfriends are waiting to hump you!”

I nearly choked my drink. Wow. I didn’t think Coach would ever go that far. He was much milder during Gym than he was for the guys on the football team. It reminded me of Ms. Hansen, the other Gym teacher who also coached volleyball. I'd had to do an article on one of her practice sessions, too, and she was brutal there.

I specifically kept an eye on Grant, for obvious reasons (wink wink), but I watched Wheeler and Charlie, too, to see how well they were doing. If I was honest, the team wasn't doing very well. I didn't quite understand why, since I knew the team was usually better than this. They also looked like they were down a player, but I figured he just ditched today or something.

“Your boyfriend is probably doing the best, y'know,” Kat said, with a hint of amusement in her voice. “He’s the only one that isn’t total shit.”

Defensively (these guys were my friends, after all), I said, “Wheeler and Charlie are doing just fine.”

“Well, yeah, but the team as a whole is just kinda… Yeah, not great.”

I leaned back in my seat. “It’s only been a rough couple weeks. They’ll be back to full strength soon.”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. At least, they better be.” She nudged me with her elbow. “Hey, why don’t you tell Laurie to try out? Bet he’d do great.”

I honestly didn’t know why Laurie wasn’t on the football team. She loved to play football, and had with the guys for years. Of course, I’d played with them more than once, and I didn’t feel any need to join the team. Maybe Laurie just wasn’t interested.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I knew Grant’s would be in his locker, but I still felt the need to text him something funny about what I was seeing him and the guys doing. u look hot in ur uniform I sent, with a heart emoji after hot. He wouldn’t see it until after practice, but I was certain he’d get a good kick out of it.

I looked down at what I’d written for the article and realized I’d mentioned Grant way too many times. I mean, sure, if Kat was right, he was the best player on the team, but I’d written his name probably eight times, and the only player close to that was Tim Hyun, who’d been mentioned twice just because he’d been injured on the field six times this season.

Crap… I quickly crossed out his name a few times to cut down on how often I mentioned my boyfriend over everybody else. This was an article about the whole team, not just Grant. I was surprised I let myself do that, but then again, it was Grant I was writing about, so it made some sense. Maybe I could mention poor Tim a couple more times.

Coach Brandt shouted, “Alright you limp-dicked sissies! You’re makin’ me wish the cheerleaders were out here running these plays! We’ve got a game tomorrow and I damn well better see you kick ass on the day, understand me? Go hit the showers.”

Kat stood up. “What say we go bombard the players with questions as an excuse to go into the boys locker room?”

I smirked. “Hmm… Half or fully naked guys standing around for us to look at while we ask them questions about their practice… I’m game.”

Later…

“Tell me, Mr. Harrison, how it is you felt when the coach dumped new plays you were unfamiliar with on top of you?” I asked Grant, who was standing there with just a towel wrapped around his waist and an embarrassed look on his face.

“Seriously?” he asked.

I giggled. “Hey, this was Kat’s idea, and I just took advantage.”

Both of us glanced over in Kat’s direction, where she was half asking questions, half flirting with Tim Hyun. At one point, she lightly poked him in his probably still sore rib, and made him double over in pain.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Grant said. He sat down on the bench beside the locker row. “Um… To answer the question, Coach drops this kind of thing on us all the time, especially after a bad game. He’ll introduce plays that he knows we can do, even if we don’t know if we can do them. He never pushes us too far, even though he can seem a little… Abrasive. Sometimes he throws us really difficult plays when we’re not prepared to run them, but that doesn’t happen often.”

I quickly jotted down what he’d said. He was actually the last member of the team that I was interviewing. Kat and I each took half the team, though she seemed to purposefully leave Wheeler, Charlie and Grant for me. I’d thank her for Grant, but Wheeler spent the whole time trying ask me what Grant and I were doing to celebrate that we were dating while Charlie was pretty much just talking about girls he liked.

Suddenly, there were loud footsteps coming into the locker room that sounded like somebody dropping a sledgehammer on the ground every few seconds. I turned around and saw Coach and a much taller man standing behind him.

“Well, well, well… No wonder your team lost to us last week, Gene. They’re busy fucking girls back here.”

I felt myself blush. Even Coach wasn’t that bad.

Coach, thankfully, stood up for us. “Kathy Myers and Ashley Johnson, editor of the school paper and head reporter. You wanna suggest my boys are performing… Untoward actions with these two young ladies, Barry, you’re making a big mistake.”

Kat was suddenly beside me, nudging me in the elbow. When I turned to her, she kinda motioned toward the big guy with her eyes. I could tell she wanted me to ask him questions for the article, or maybe even to just ask him to shut up about us. I was kinda insulted that he said that about us.

Coach, instead, decided to introduce the guy to everybody. “Team, ladies, this is Barry Waters, coach of Weston High’s football and swimming teams. He came by to observe us on the field prior to our big rematch tomorrow night.” Coach turned to him. “And came by late.”

Mr. Waters folded his arms across his massive chest. “And what I see today is nothing!” he shouted with a hint of laughter.

I felt a surge of disgust for this asshole. Our team was fantastic, and they worked their asses off. Why the hell he thought he could come in here and call them nothing just sent me over the edge. “Excuse me, Mr. Waters, but like Coach Brandt said, you came in after they finished running their practice plays. You didn’t watch them work and sweat and tire themselves out. They’re not nothing, and they’re gonna whup your ass tomorrow night!”

The locker room fell so silent that I almost though a tumbleweed would roll past. I looked around at everyone else in the room. The guys all looked like they were about to shit their pants, Coach looked somewhat annoyed, Kat looked amused and/or impressed, and Mr. Waters looked like he was about to burst into laughter.

“What?” was all I asked.

Finally, Mr. Waters did burst into laughter. “This one’s got bigger balls on her than the rest of your team, Gene! Put her on the field and you’d probably win tomorrow!” He smacked Coach on the shoulder. “I’ll see you on the field, Genie!” He then turned around and walked out of the locker room, still laughing.

Coach sighed, then looked at me. “Good job, Johnson. I think you just gave us the biggest advantage we’ll have tomorrow.”

“I did?”

“Now he thinks we’re a bunch of wusses that need a woman to win our games. We’re gonna show him just how wrong he is!

The team roared a cheering… Noise, I guess, that sounded like monkey grunting. It was a weird sound, but I felt like I'd heard it before at some time. I probably had, since the guys probably did it all the time. Plus, I'd followed the football team for the paper since freshman year, so I should have heard it more than once.

Guess on top of school journalism, school spirit was probably one of my strong suits.
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