Working on “Holiday Special: Valentine’s Day”
I’ve been working on the Valentine’s Day Holiday Special story. It starts with two friends having lunch at a restaurant and hating on the holiday. It ends with sex. ;)
Here are the first few paragraphs with minimal/no editing:
“I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s just a bunch of commercial nonsense. Oh, buy this card and this heart shaped chocolate and your true love will love you back. Bullshit,” he said.
Charlie shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. He trimmed his blonde hair so close to his pale head, that he looked completely bald from a distance, but up close, there was a fine puppy fuzz that covered the entire thing.
“Yeah! You know, last year, my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, got me some stupid stuffed bear,” Marcie said, looking around at the pink and red decorations that surrounded them in the restaurant. “And then there’s all of this shit everywhere you look.”
Her black hair had tight springy curls that sometimes seemed to have wills of their own, heading in completely odd directions at any given moment. She kept her dark complexion flawless, with lotions and spa days on a regular basis.
“I bet he made a big show of cooking dinner for you too.” Charlie shook his head and made a disgusted face after taking another sip of cheap, restaurant coffee.
“Yeah, he did! And you know what? I found the takeout boxes in the trash. Right on top! Bastard didn’t even bother to hide it right,” she said. She rolled her eyes and stabbed at the crusty, slightly hard cinnamon roll in front of her. “If he’d at least fucked the hell out of me I wouldn’t have minded, but he wanted to be all ‘romantic’ and 'loving’ and cuddle all night.”
“Fucking lame, dude,” Charlie said. “Remember the girl I was dating last year?”
“The redhead? Patty? Right?”
“Yeah, that was her. Well, she wanted to 'do something special for me’ and we ended up watching hockey all night,” he said.
“But, you don’t even like sports.” Marcie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows pushed closer together but never met.
“I know that. You know that. Apparently, the girl who had been dating me for eight months hadn’t figured it out. If she’d stopped talking about baseball, football, basketball, and whatever for five minutes, maybe she would have.”
“I’m glad we decided to spend Valentine’s together this year. You know, as single friends, just hanging out.” She smiled and stabbed her cinnamon roll again, sending a few frosted crumbs to the floor and several of the dryer ones into her cleavage.
“It’s good. Low key. We need to pick a place with better coffee and food next time though,” he said, casting a glare at his coffee and her partially stale roll.
“Yeah. And with less of those paper hearts. Hey, you ever notice that those cartoon hearts look more like spread pussies than actual hearts?”