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Date Posted: 02:52:14 03/19/06 Sun
Author: Sunny
Subject: But Baby, you look so good in green
In reply to: Feathers 's message, "Friday FanFic Challenge..." on 16:39:04 03/17/06 Fri

“I am NOT coming out there,” he grumbled.

“I’m sure it doesn’t look that bad,” I answered.

“You’re not seeing what I’m seeing,” he answered, sounding testy.

“Keith, honey, we’re going to be late for the party.”

“I’m not going looking like this. I look like a shorter version of the Jolly Green Giant.”

“This coming from the man who could make a brown paper sack look good,” I responded, rolling my eyes at the shut door in front of me.

“I will not go into public like this. People will laugh and I’ll never hear the end of it. Can’t I just dress up like a rocker or something?”

“And wear the same thing you wear every day? I think not. It’s a costume party; you can’t show up looking like yourself.”

We’d been having this argument for the last half an hour. We’d been invited to a party – costumes required. Keith wasn’t big on dressing up – costume or formal wear - but I’d managed to convince him to attend the party. We went costume shopping and found two that sort of went together – in a weird, un-matching way… or we thought so, at least. I was a milk-maid, he was a leprechaun – if he’d come out of the bathroom.

I sighed and decided to try again: “You loved the idea of being a leprechaun when we were in the store.”

“That was before I put the costume on.”

“What is it that you think looks so bad?”

“Everything.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the floor next to the door. “You know, you won’t be the only person there wearing a lot of green – Kenny is dressing up like a turtle.” I didn’t get a response. How was I supposed to get him out of that bathroom? I spotted his acoustic guitar across the room and went over to it. I picked it up and, sitting down on the bed, began to strum. He had once called my “playing” an insult to the guitar – maybe I could tempt him out by insulting his “baby.”

“I know what you’re trying to do missy, and it isn’t going to work,” he stated through the closed door. I wasn’t going to give up that easily and added some loud, off-tune singing to my strumming. I sounded so terrible I thought even my own ears would bleed. When he hadn’t surfaced after five minutes I quit. “Thank God,” I heard him mumble.

“You know, insulting your girlfriend and making her late to a party all in the same evening isn’t the greatest way to stay on her good side.

“You sing better than that.”

“I realize that,” I said, smiling evilly. “Come out of there Keith, let me see how you look. Please?”

“No.”

“Fine, be stubborn. I’m going to go watch some TV until you decide to come out of that bathroom. And I’m putting my robe on. There will be no seeing my costume until I see yours, so you’d better still be dressed up when you finally decide to come out of there,” I told him, and then turned to leave the room. As I reached the doorway I heard the bathroom door click open. I turned back around to see a very green Keith standing in front of me. I managed to stifle the laugh that was threatening and got out what I thought was a very convincing: “You’re positively the sexiest leprechaun I’ve ever seen.”

“I look stupid and this hat is the dorkiest part,” he replied, pulling the green, feathered hat off of his head. “You, on the other hand, look very, very nice. You should really show your legs more often.”

I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him, “You don’t have to wear the hat.”

“Do you really think it looks alright?” He said, not sounding convinced.

“Yes, I do.”

“And you wouldn’t be lying to me in an attempt to embarrass the ever-loving Hades out me, would you?” He asked slyly, moving closer to me.

“Whatever gives you that idea?”

“You have that look in your eyes?”

“What look?” I answered sweetly.

“The one that makes me want to do this.” Before I could protest he had grabbed me and swung me backwards, kissing me deeply. Needless to say, we never made it to that party.

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