Writing Wait For It. [M]

[Arcadia]

[size=1][color=navyblue]I wrote this the other day to basically get it out of my head. It's sort of been a common theme in my life lately, since almost everyone but me seems to be going through a similar problem. So it's almost like a huge inside joke. o_O;; Anyway, this is my advice to them, and anybody else who finds himself in John's shoes. :p

I should also note that I rated it [b]M[/b] because of a few subjects brought up, so read at your own discretion. Better to be safe than sorry. ^_~[/color]

"Lisa."

"Hold on a second, I've got him in a corner."

I stared at the screen in bemusement, wondering at the pull of blood and gore that was Mortal Kombat, before reclining back in a chair. It was made to look like one of those posh, cushiony, comfortable ones that people in the commercials fall into and then all their troubles disappear. I wriggled around a bit, and waited for relief, but instead all I got was a wicked jerking motion when I pulled back the foot rest lever. Talk about whiplash.

"Oh, you fucker!" Lisa was obviously very into her game right now; her eyes were aglow and her little fingers were furiously punching away at the controller, baring her teeth in a very animal-like fashion at the characters on the screen. As scary as she was at the moment, that didn't stop me from continuing my previous train of thought.

"Lisa, I haven't had sex in almost two months. It hurts. Inside."

She hissed something awful, and then did an immediate 180 and let out a girlish squeal that really shouldn't ever accompany a game where the only goal was to rip out your opponent's innards. "Take that, you bloody bastard! Doesn't feel so great, does it? Does it?!"

Sighing, I rubbed the bridge of my nose and thought that if I was ever going to get anywhere with her, I needed to be some sort of Japanese ninja-like studmuffin. With a sword. Or maybe nunchucks. Something shiny. Girls like shiny stuff. Leaning over the side of the chair, I pulled the lever back to its original position and let the foot thing fall. It made an awkward, creaking noise, which actually succeeded in distracting the object of my affection.

"John, what the hell was that?" She blinked back at me momentarily, her cute little lips puckered up in confusion, before she realized that the game was still on and she was still getting her ass kicked.

"The chair. It died. Sort of like you're going to," I gestured towards the screen gracefully.

"I will not die! Scorpion is mine!" Lisa began her battle again, eyes glaring forward.

Her stupid determination was one of things I liked about her most. She never stopped fighting, never gave in. It was also one of the things about her that also drove me crazy from time to time, but only she could make it endearing. You have to respect that. "Lisa," I asked, "Did you hear me before?"

"Your mom is a goddamn hampster," she hissed to Scorpion, who really didn't seem to care either way. Another second went by before she then replied, "I don't know, John, something about sex."

"Yes," I repeated, my tone placating, "Sex."

"What about sex?" she asked, obviously trying to give me the impression that she was at least attempting to pay attention to me. Since that was the most I'd get out of her until the game ended, I went with it.

"I miss it. Two and a half months. Almost three, even. I'm going through withdrawl."

"You're just being a pansy," Lisa told me, although she sounded amused. "Why don't you go jerk off? Go ahead, you can even use my bathroom-- SHIT." She threw down the controller then, crossing her arms as she watched her character have the skeleton pulled out of it by Scorpion and his deadly claw thing. "That's a bunch of crap," she muttered, pouting, and then abruptly laid on her back. She was just too cute when she sulked.

I leaned forward and stared down at her, clasping my hands neatly before me. "I'm not being a pansy, I'm just hormonal."

She raised her eyebrows, her focus entirely on me now. It was beautiful. "Sucks to be you," she reasoned intelligently, before asking, "Why are we having this conversation, again?"

"Because I have emotional needs too, you know. I may have a penis, but that doesn't make me heartless."

"Pansy." She pushed herself up, and then perched on the arm rest of my chair, pushing me to the side to make room. Not that I minded. "John, darling, I think you're being a bit dramatic."

I snorted, but didn't say anything.

After a moment she ruffled my hair and asked, "So who's the girl who's got you all riled up, then?"

I could almost hear her grinning. Craning my neck to look at her, I studied her face. "Who says there's a girl?"

She quirked an eyebrow at me, resting her feet on the other arm of the chair. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it, but it did make the situation sort of awkward. "Come on. I think I know you better than that."

I shook my head and kept silent. Now wasn't the time to tell her. Or maybe it was, and I was just too chicken. It amazed me how hard it was to tell the two apart, sometimes.

Pouting at me, she made a disappointed sound before swinging her legs towards the front of the chair, squeezing herself in the seat with me. "Then it is a girl. You little shy-guy." The term was an affectionate one and it made me grin a little. It must have been her objective because she smiled back and quoted fondly, "If you're going to regret something, make sure it's something you've done, and not something you didn't do. Don't let the opportunity pass you by, all right?"

That was like a sign from God - if that wasn't fate, then I don't know what is. "All right," I said, persuaded, and then kissed her.[/size]

[Shinmaru]

*grins* Enjoyable read, Megan ^_^

If I counted up the number of experiences like this I've had...well, I've have next to none, actually. I don't get the opportunity to play multiplayer with my friends very often lol.

But, yeah, I've let opportunities like that pass me by many a time *frowns* But that hardly matters now, I'd say :p

Good on John for getting the girl - and getting one that's a gamer :D

[Mimmsicle]

[COLOR=darkred]That story was both sweet, funny and disturbingly desirable.... or maybe it's just my hormones again >_>;

It was great how you wrote it from the guy's point of view, I liked that.

Excellent writing, recognizable plot[size=1] (to some extent)[/size] and .... everything else that elates this to it's rightful place, among the stars ~_^

- Mimmi[/COLOR]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[size=1]*Has been wanting to reply all night* I thought it was [i]absolutely brilliant.[/i]. I loved it. Of course, it I'm biased -- the scene reminded me of some of the stuff I've written -- bizarre but true.

So of course I've fallen in love with your writing style and will now be pestering you to continue.

I'm afraid I can't really offer any critiques because to be honest, I really do love this scene, so, I'll just act all fan-girl-esque and: *squeals*. [/size]

[KarmaOfChaos]

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I enjoyed this Arcadia, indeed I did.

As Mimmi said, ya ya for you for writing from a guy's point of view.(Beatles moment) It is very much an admirable quality of a writer if they can write from the opposite sex's point of view and do it well. (Which you did.)

The entire bit had a half-comical, half-wanting feel. Like on the surface, what he wanted was sex, but it really went a little bit deeper than that. Or maybe not. Maybe it was all about sex.(Like those darned AIM chat rooms...) You leave the reader not quite sure, which is what I like. Good stuff Miss Arcadia! ^.~

*squeals with asphy *

-Karma
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