Kissing In A Tree 4.3
Every time I turn around there's something else to do. It never ends. I want a vacation soon. I love writing but it is rally rally tiring to keep up the grind. I know I'll get used to it but sometimes I feel like one of those soon to be victims in the Scanners movies!
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Pete dragged his feet to the front door of his home in utter defeat.
“Hey shorty, how’d it go?” Aaron, one of his brothers asked.
Pete could never keep a secret in his family, because it was so big there was always someone around to keep tabs on him. Which made it very hard to sneak ice cream from the freezer or make valentines gifts for girls. And it was more unfair than anything.
“Total defeat.”
“Don’t worry. You’ve got the Ross charm.”
“Roy isn’t around, is he?” Pete asked with some concern.
“Nah, that spaz got detention again for stealing someone’s lunch money. Don’t be like him and you’ll get all the girls.”
“No villianing! That’s what Clark says.”
“That kid’s alright. Later.” Aaron patted his shoulder and left to go for basketball practice.
He didn’t hear his other brothers. They must all be out doing sports or homework. Or in the case of Clyde, heading up the Smallville Chess Club. He got steamed when Pete picked up the horsie to trot around the house with it and play cowboy.
His mother entered the kitchen and he went over and hugged her legs.
“Bad day, hon?”
“Yup.”
“Erica didn’t like the flowers?” His mom couldn’t believe it.
“I didn’t give them to her.”
Mrs. Ross hugged him then put him on the bar stool to the kitchen table. She started to make his afternoon snack. He hoped there wasn’t going to be any oranges this time. He didn’t really like oranges.
“What did you do with them?”
“They were dumb. I threw them away.”
“Really?”
“I threw them really far. They’re on top of the roof right now.”
“Uh, huh.”
Pete twisted in his seat.
“No! I threw them so far they hit the leaning tower of Pizza and knocked it over!”
His mother turned and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I threw them on the playground. I don’t have them. That Billy might have eaten them. He likes to eat anything. I once saw him eat paste at art time. And the lunch plates.”
“Baby, you worked so hard on making those.”
“Yeah, I wanted to be a Don Won Ton, but I was the Cowardly Lion.”
“You were afraid? Mr. I’m going to get a million kisses so don’t wait up?”
Pete wondered how Clark had the bravery to get up and get them when he kept going in the opposite direction. Every time he saw Erica it was like he turned into a big dumb block of ice, and he kept falling over and sliding away at the moment she turned his way.
He knocked on the table.
“This is wrong. I’m supposed to have Ross charm, right?”
“You’ll gain the confidence you need with time. But you have to talk to her so she’ll know you’re interested. Girls aren’t mind readers.”
“You sure are.”
“I’m a mom. We have experience with these things.”
She took the plate out of the microwave and let it sit for a minute. Then she placed it with a napkin on the table. Peanut butter crackers with marshmallows melted on top were served to him. They ran down the crackers in little white puffs and the sight made him feel like a hungry dinosaur.
Mom only made this on special occasions.
“Slam dunk!” He inhaled the sweet concoction in record time.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Pete wondered what he should do.
Maybe he should just give up.
But Erica’s image stayed in his mind.
What did Clark do to get Lex’s attention? Pete refused to eat worms, and he remembered even the bald boy was grossed out by them. Clark wanted Lex to tutor him, but Pete was not that bad at math, nor was Erica.
He remembered Clark passed a note to ask Lex out.
That’s the ticket!
“I know what I’ll do. Pete-an-ator is back in the game!”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Top Secret.”
Pete wiped his hands and readied himself to go and write his love letter. He had his own awesome secret spy mission now. The PLEP.
Puppy Love Erica Project, here I come!
“Even to moms?”
“Sorry mom. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to steal your shoes.”
~~~
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Pete dragged his feet to the front door of his home in utter defeat.
“Hey shorty, how’d it go?” Aaron, one of his brothers asked.
Pete could never keep a secret in his family, because it was so big there was always someone around to keep tabs on him. Which made it very hard to sneak ice cream from the freezer or make valentines gifts for girls. And it was more unfair than anything.
“Total defeat.”
“Don’t worry. You’ve got the Ross charm.”
“Roy isn’t around, is he?” Pete asked with some concern.
“Nah, that spaz got detention again for stealing someone’s lunch money. Don’t be like him and you’ll get all the girls.”
“No villianing! That’s what Clark says.”
“That kid’s alright. Later.” Aaron patted his shoulder and left to go for basketball practice.
He didn’t hear his other brothers. They must all be out doing sports or homework. Or in the case of Clyde, heading up the Smallville Chess Club. He got steamed when Pete picked up the horsie to trot around the house with it and play cowboy.
His mother entered the kitchen and he went over and hugged her legs.
“Bad day, hon?”
“Yup.”
“Erica didn’t like the flowers?” His mom couldn’t believe it.
“I didn’t give them to her.”
Mrs. Ross hugged him then put him on the bar stool to the kitchen table. She started to make his afternoon snack. He hoped there wasn’t going to be any oranges this time. He didn’t really like oranges.
“What did you do with them?”
“They were dumb. I threw them away.”
“Really?”
“I threw them really far. They’re on top of the roof right now.”
“Uh, huh.”
Pete twisted in his seat.
“No! I threw them so far they hit the leaning tower of Pizza and knocked it over!”
His mother turned and cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I threw them on the playground. I don’t have them. That Billy might have eaten them. He likes to eat anything. I once saw him eat paste at art time. And the lunch plates.”
“Baby, you worked so hard on making those.”
“Yeah, I wanted to be a Don Won Ton, but I was the Cowardly Lion.”
“You were afraid? Mr. I’m going to get a million kisses so don’t wait up?”
Pete wondered how Clark had the bravery to get up and get them when he kept going in the opposite direction. Every time he saw Erica it was like he turned into a big dumb block of ice, and he kept falling over and sliding away at the moment she turned his way.
He knocked on the table.
“This is wrong. I’m supposed to have Ross charm, right?”
“You’ll gain the confidence you need with time. But you have to talk to her so she’ll know you’re interested. Girls aren’t mind readers.”
“You sure are.”
“I’m a mom. We have experience with these things.”
She took the plate out of the microwave and let it sit for a minute. Then she placed it with a napkin on the table. Peanut butter crackers with marshmallows melted on top were served to him. They ran down the crackers in little white puffs and the sight made him feel like a hungry dinosaur.
Mom only made this on special occasions.
“Slam dunk!” He inhaled the sweet concoction in record time.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Pete wondered what he should do.
Maybe he should just give up.
But Erica’s image stayed in his mind.
What did Clark do to get Lex’s attention? Pete refused to eat worms, and he remembered even the bald boy was grossed out by them. Clark wanted Lex to tutor him, but Pete was not that bad at math, nor was Erica.
He remembered Clark passed a note to ask Lex out.
That’s the ticket!
“I know what I’ll do. Pete-an-ator is back in the game!”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Top Secret.”
Pete wiped his hands and readied himself to go and write his love letter. He had his own awesome secret spy mission now. The PLEP.
Puppy Love Erica Project, here I come!
“Even to moms?”
“Sorry mom. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to steal your shoes.”
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