big plans this summer
In an effort to actually get back to writing and posting stuff, I'm going to try for a kiss-let each day of July. Any characters, any kind of kiss, 100+ words, and I'm not allowed to second-guess and edit myself into not posting something. And because this is me, I'm already behind. But! I shall try anyway.
July 1
"Yo, Pete! I found your dog outside, man!" Joe kicked the door closed behind him. "God, you're getting fucking heavy, mutt. Find Pete, Hemmy. Find Daddy!"
Hemmingway took off for the back porch as soon as Joe dropped him, paws scrabbling on the tile to keep him upright. Joe followed a bit slower, wondering at the relative cleanliness of the place. Pete was fairly typical in his cleaning habits, or lack thereof, unless his parents were coming to visit. Well, or that time Jay-Z stopped by. Joe doubted the house had been so clean when it was built, that time.
When he stepped onto the back porch, Joe saw Hemmingway licking at the hand of a person who was entirely too feminine to be Pete. She was curled up in a hoodie, hunched in the corner of the couch, apparantly asleep.
"Hey. Hey, Jeanae, you awake?" Joe nudged the dog back with his foot and crouched down in front of the sofa. She waved her fingers a little in response. "Whatcha doing out here? You okay?"
Jeanae turned her head just enough to look at Joe. She looked about the same as she had every time he'd seen her in the past few weeks -- which is to say, not good at all. She hadn't even bothered with makeup, this time. Joe couldn't tell if she'd been crying.
"He said he'd be up doing production shit, if you need him," Jeanae said. Her voice scratched. "Thanks for letting the pup in."
"Dude's getting a little big to be called a puppy anymore." Joe settled more comfortably on the ground and let the dog sprawl across his lap, panting happily.
"Aww, that's a good boy. He's still my baby, yes he is. Yeah, tough guy, I'm talking to you." She bopped Hemmy on the nose gently. "So what's the what, Joe Troh?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Jeanae didn't answer right away, just reached out a hand to the dog once more. Joe caught it instead, pulling her hand up and giving it a quick peck. She gave a half-laugh that was quickly cut off.
"Hey," he said. "Hey, y'know, it's gonna. I mean. You'll be okay, yeah, you're pretty awesome that way, you know?"
Jeanae just looked at him for one long minute. Then the corner of her mouth twitched up a bit, and she said, "that's the hand Hemmy was just licking, you know."
"Eww, dog germs!" Joe dropped her hand and made a face, both of them giggling, and for a minute, it was okay.
Day One: FOB ex-girlfriend gen. With a puppy. \m/
July 1
"Yo, Pete! I found your dog outside, man!" Joe kicked the door closed behind him. "God, you're getting fucking heavy, mutt. Find Pete, Hemmy. Find Daddy!"
Hemmingway took off for the back porch as soon as Joe dropped him, paws scrabbling on the tile to keep him upright. Joe followed a bit slower, wondering at the relative cleanliness of the place. Pete was fairly typical in his cleaning habits, or lack thereof, unless his parents were coming to visit. Well, or that time Jay-Z stopped by. Joe doubted the house had been so clean when it was built, that time.
When he stepped onto the back porch, Joe saw Hemmingway licking at the hand of a person who was entirely too feminine to be Pete. She was curled up in a hoodie, hunched in the corner of the couch, apparantly asleep.
"Hey. Hey, Jeanae, you awake?" Joe nudged the dog back with his foot and crouched down in front of the sofa. She waved her fingers a little in response. "Whatcha doing out here? You okay?"
Jeanae turned her head just enough to look at Joe. She looked about the same as she had every time he'd seen her in the past few weeks -- which is to say, not good at all. She hadn't even bothered with makeup, this time. Joe couldn't tell if she'd been crying.
"He said he'd be up doing production shit, if you need him," Jeanae said. Her voice scratched. "Thanks for letting the pup in."
"Dude's getting a little big to be called a puppy anymore." Joe settled more comfortably on the ground and let the dog sprawl across his lap, panting happily.
"Aww, that's a good boy. He's still my baby, yes he is. Yeah, tough guy, I'm talking to you." She bopped Hemmy on the nose gently. "So what's the what, Joe Troh?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
Jeanae didn't answer right away, just reached out a hand to the dog once more. Joe caught it instead, pulling her hand up and giving it a quick peck. She gave a half-laugh that was quickly cut off.
"Hey," he said. "Hey, y'know, it's gonna. I mean. You'll be okay, yeah, you're pretty awesome that way, you know?"
Jeanae just looked at him for one long minute. Then the corner of her mouth twitched up a bit, and she said, "that's the hand Hemmy was just licking, you know."
"Eww, dog germs!" Joe dropped her hand and made a face, both of them giggling, and for a minute, it was okay.
Day One: FOB ex-girlfriend gen. With a puppy. \m/