Shower Story

Writing this off the top of my head. Its what ever idea presents itself in the shower.

Ok, got one, though I like this idea as a short film also, and might make it with the aide of either Lisa or Sarah, (or someone else)

Edit: This story was supposed to be alot shorter then it turned out to be, I only had the beginning and the end in my head, and originally, instead of him meeting up with his friends, he just met up with her and then something aken to what I put as my end happened. I don't know where everything else came from, and I almost want to take it out, but I'll leave it in and do the video with how I originally saw it.

"What? I said at 3:00 PM, why would I want flowers at school at 3:00 AM? That doesn't even make any sense!"


This is George. He's a bit flustered at the moment.

"Ok, fine, the flowers wont be on time, but what about the balloons? Did you atleast get that right?!"


See, theirs this girl he likes, and with that infatuation also comes the stress of Prom coming up.


"Yes? Ok. Just wondering, but how did you get the balloons at the right time but not the flowers? I mean, they ARE on the same order!"

And adding the stress of wanting to have a good prom with the fact that the girl you want to take to said prom is still unspoken for makes for one hell of a time finding the courage to ask her.

"No, I'm not being touchy with you. YES I STILL WANT THE ORDER! I admit it will be weird that she gets the flowers at a weird time, but atleast she'll get the balloons with the question in them."

Not really knowing how to compose himself long enough to ask her with his own vocal cords, he's decided to take a less..... direct approach to his problem. By throwing money at it.

"Ok, ok thats fine. Now can you please repeat the spelling of her name back to me? I want to make sure you got that right as well."

Unfortenatly for him, his delivery service isn't being as cooperative as he had thought. But you already knew that, didn't you?

".... Ok, theirs SUPPOSED to be another 'e' at the end, but what ever, it still comes across fine. No I don't want to delay the order for you to correct it! By then, Prom will be over! How are you 'sure that that wont be a problem'?!"

So here he is, hiding in a bathroom stall at 1:00, getting everything done at last minute to make sure she gets the message as soon as school ends.

"No, YOU calm down, how did you even get this job?!"

I guess he'll never make that mistake again, huh? How ever, their is one thing he had'nt counted on.

"*sigh* ok, ok thank you for your time I guess....."
"Oh shit, bells about to ring, better go get my stuff."

As he walked to his desk, the bell rang, so he immediatly grabbed his stuff and went to meet with his friends. They all eventually met one friend, and then met up with another group of two who also met up earlier, eventually causing a smile pile up of random conversation before having to rush to class for lack of better timing. George always met up with Tyler before they met up with Chris and Jace. Jace's real name was Jack, but he got pissed if anyone ever called him that.

Tyler showed up at his spot, like he did every day. "Hey man, heard you were in the bathroom all day, and when someone went to go check on you, you were yelling at someone. What happpened, your shit finally get so rancid it fought back?"

"Haha, you're so fucking funny sometimes. Makes me forget that they pretty much abandoned your mother during her labor of you to go help give birth to a baby cow, all because they deemed it more important." The story was true, and why Tyler ever told it is really unknown. They always gave him shit about it. And he was pissed.

Tyler just looked at him with a glare and said "Fuck you....." around the time that Jace and Chris showed up.

Jace and Chris were very close friends, had been for years. It was a big joke in the group that they would get married, though neither of them were gay. And both of them conceded that it would probably happen.

Tyler lightened up a bit. "So, whens the big day?"

Jace grabbed Chris's hand, much to his reluctance, and held it up to show the lack of a ring.

"Hey man, what did I say about interlocking fingers? Its really not cool...."
Jace made a hurtful face, ignoring Chris's comment. "See this? He took off the ring. I don't know guys, hes been kind of distant lately."

Chris laughed his next sentence. "Distant? hah, I cant get far enough from you with out you on my nuts. Now let. Go. Of. My. Hand."

He finally was able to push him off, and gasped in relief, clutching his hand and checking it for any damages, though it was all for show. George kept looking around, hoping to see Michelle walk by. He knew she sometimes came down this hallway, and just wanted to talk to say hi, maybe get a hug.

Apparently his wandering eye caught Chris's attention, the two turned to him, with Jace letting out a "So, I heard about you and the bathroom incident. I hope it was your mom calling you to tell you a family member died, cause otherwise, I'm worried."

"For the last time, I don't call the sex lines." George had heard this joke before, and it was getting old.

"Ok, guy, but we're just here to help. And if its really getting out of line so much that you need to do it during school, then we have a problem."

Chris couldn't help but laugh out loud. He always did, and people stared at him all the time for it. But he didn't care. It was funny.

"Wasn't on the sex lines. Was calling about.... something else." Jace would never let him live it down if he found out he called, not only for a girl, but for a gift for a girl. He decided he would tell Tyler later.
"Oh shit, I gotta go, Mr. Onin's class is on the other side of the fucking school."

As he ran off he could here a comment about Tylers birth prospects, and couldn't help but smile.



When he finally got to class is was the same old same old. Notes, worksheet, lecture during worksheet, more notes, more lecture, and of course, alot of sleep. Government wasn't hard, but actually really easy. The worksheet was given at the beginning of class, and most of it was so basic that half the class was done with it before the second round of notes, at which point it became Nap Class. It had become a bit of a ritual, in all of Onin's class's, that when you were done with your paper you passed it on, at which point you could sleep and still have it back on your desk before he asked for them, with out having to lift a finger.

But on one side of the classroom, there seemed to be a commotion. It appeared that someone didn't want to give up their paper. And that someone happened to be Michelle. He cracked his knuckles, figuring he could kill two birds with one stone. If he could convince her to lend HIM his paper, then he could continue the cycle, and be able to talk to her and gain her trust a little bit more.

They were already sort of friends, but only the type of friend you talked to at school, and maybe send a few text messages during the day. But every now and then he would get a more flirtatious one, and it only strengthened his will to win her over.

When he got to her, she seemed a bit relieved. This, he decided, was a good sign.
"Hello mad'am" he jokingly remarked. "But what seems to be the problem?" He wanted to use this line when the surprise came on her face when she got her baloons. Oh well.
"Not much, this clown here wants my paper, but the entire year I've never seen him 'plug and pass'."
"Hmm.... well, others do seem to need their work done, and I know for a fact that they have valiantly done their fair share." He wondered if he had used the proper wording in that card to ask her.
"Yeah, you're right. How about this, I'll give you my paper, and you can pass it after you're done? Seeing as how you're already over here."
Score! He barely had to do anything, and he had got some nice flirtation time in. To top it all off, he didn't have to do his work today, which he had originally designated as a day of contribution to the class. Oh well. As he got back to his seat, he immediatly started copying. He couldn't help but daydream about Prom, about her reaction, about what she would do. Would she kiss him? Or just a big hug? There was no doubt in his mind she would say yes. He wondered for a moment if he was setting himself up for a let down, but let the idea go. He spent a good amount of money on this, and there was no way it would let him down.

He finished the 5th out of 20 questions. What would his buddies say about it though? Who cares, they would have to get used to it. The worry of whether or not the delivery guys will get it right loomed over head again.

10 out of 20 problems done. As he glanced at her hand writing to copy her work, he noticed how neat it was. Very contrasting to his, which had been constantly scolded by teachers for being illegible. He hoped that was one of the few contrasts. He realized how he hadn't even bothered to check her favorite color, and instead had chosen his for the balloons and flowers.

15 out of 20. He realized what an asshole thing to do. Worry came overhead again. What if she called him out on it? What if she named him selfish? Or hated green? It was a bit rediculous to think these things, but he couldn't help it.

He finished copying. He looked over at where she was sitting, and she looked kind of nervous. Like she was avoiding his gaze. His heart slowly sank, wondering if he had taken the wrong vibe the entire time and if she just now realized what she had been doing. He let out a sigh, tried to push his doubt out of his mind, and wondered if there was a back to his paper. He turned it over.

To see one of the most amazing things he had ever seen. And yet at the same time, it made him cringe. There, in beautifully hand drawn and colored letters were the words "Will you take me to prom?" With hearts and penguins showering it. How did she even KNOW he liked penguins? He would have to ask later. But the sudden realization that he had wasted so much money, so much time getting everything prepared. Only to be outdone with a drawing and meaning from the heart.

As he walked over, he met her gaze, and saw her blush, finding it the cutest thing he had ever seen. All his doubt, all his worry, for nothing. He would tell her about the flowers at 3:00AM and the balloons later. Right now he had something else to do.

When he got within normal speaking distance, she looked at him expectantly, and said "Well?"

He simply leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and whispered.

"Yes"