The Cold Shoulder

Posted on September 26th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“Your phone not working?” Ted waited for Nancy as she exited her econ class. She hadn’t been answering and he missed listening to her talk.

His question, for some reason, got him an irritated look. “I’ve been busy.”

Too busy to answer the phone? Did that make any sense? Did women make any sense?

Ted shrugged as he walked beside his petite girl. “I’ve got a tournament on Saturday.” A table tennis tournament. Nancy would see him at his best. She’d be suitably wowed by his prowess, throwing herself into his arms and….

“Hhhmmm…” muffled as Nancy searched through her backpack.

What was up with her? Since last Sunday, she’d been like this. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”

“I don’t know,” hostile blue eyes met his, “you tell me.”

She was angry with him, that was for certain. “Did I forget some sort of anniversary?” He once had a girlfriend who celebrated everything, the first week of the first time they talked, a week after their first kiss, heck, a week after their first ice cream. That girlfriend didn’t last too long.

There was a strangled sound from Nancy like she was going to tell him off. His buddies warned him dating a redhead would be full of drama. Still, Ted gazed down on her fondly, she was worth it.

“If I forgot, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” His big brother always told him, when it came to girls, apologize for everything, even the stuff you didn’t know you were in the wrong for. “On Saturday…”

“Forget about Saturday,” she snapped which hurt ‘cause Saturday was important to him. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Time for complete honesty. “I haven’t a clue.”

“Then I’m not going to tell you.”

What kind of twisted logic was that? Ted wanted to roll his eyes. He didn’t. That could only exacerbate an already volatile situation.

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Good For The Goose…

Posted on September 19th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” Nancy belly flopped on her bed. She didn’t bounce, the springs on the single mattress long gone. “He’s supposed to be studying.”

“Maybe she’s a study partner?” Anne sat, straddling the chair back, chin propped on it.

A study partner? “Where were the books?” Why did she have such big boobs? “And why was his arm around her?” Nancy would never forget that. Never.

“That’s true.” A pause. “Did you agree not to see other people?”

“Not officially. I just assumed.” Nancy groaned. “I’m dumb, dumb, dumb.” She punched her pillow, dust flying everywhere. “I thought he liked me.”

“Who says he doesn’t?” Anne was a bit too practical. “We don’t know.” Difficult to over react around her.

“Did you see how pretty she was?” Nancy glared at her new friend. The blonde was gorgeous. She could be a cheerleader for all she knew.

“Yet he’s been dating you. That should tell you something.”

“Yeah something, that I’m a fool.”

Big sigh. “I think you should talk to him.”

“About what?” Nancy scoffed. What was there to say? Hi. I saw you with a blonde bimbo and now I’m a jealous freakazoid of an ex- girlfriend?

“Ask him if he’s seeing other people.” Again with the common sense suggestions.

“And if he says yes?”

Anne’s smile was cunning. “Then you see other people too.”

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What… Who… Ted Was Up To

Posted on September 12th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“You don’t have to walk me back,” Nancy protested for the millionth time while unashamedly peaking in the open windows of student residences as they passed. A guy sat, football jersey on, beer in hand, watching tv.

A slight shrug rippled Anne’s slender frame. “Have you seen the drunkards running around?”

“There are some loose? Aren’t most of them attending Stanley’s party?” She grinned. Truthfully she appreciated the company.

“We know one is…” Anne’s face scrunched up. “Well, where ever Stanley disappeared to.”

Next house was completely dark. Did no one live there or was everyone in bed? It was three in the morning.

“He’s on the world’s longest booze run.” Stanley in typical Stanley fashion had left his own party over an hour ago.

“He’s a free spirit, our friend, he…”

“Shhh,” Nancy hushed the former brunette, stopping abruptly, staring into the corner house’s front window. Was that… no, it couldn’t be…

“What is it, Nance?” Anne’s green head turned towards the house also. “Do you know those two?”

She didn’t know the girl. The boobsy, blonde, extremely pretty girl. She was a stranger. The guy sitting beside her, the guy who said he’d be studying… Her heart squeezed. “I know him.”

Nancy felt concerned brown eyes on her face. “Who is he?”

“Ted.”

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Why Stanley Doesn’t Do Hair

Posted on September 5th, 2007 in Nancy Meets Ted by kimber

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“So you made the first move?”  Anne’s scarf covered head tilted.

“I guess so.”  Really it was Stanley who threw the pen but that was a technicality wasn’t it?  She felt much more daring taking the credit.  “If I waited for Ted, I’d still be waiting.  With some men you have to approach them.”  Nancy, now that she had a boyfriend, considered herself somewhat of an expert.

“Interesting.”  Her new friend seemed to be contemplating this strategy, a finger tapping against her bottom lip.

Which is one of the many things, she liked about Anne.  The girl listened.  Not all yap, yap, yap, me, me, me.  Nancy had been talking about Ted for the past hour and not a single attempt at a topic change.

“I…” but that thought was erased as a huge, half naked brute sneaked up behind the couch and grabbed the scarf off Anne’s head.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” he yelled, running down the hallway, holding it over his head triumphantly.  His buddies snickered, bent over, covering their big mouths.

And what they were snickering at was Anne’s very green, straw like hair.  Nancy stared at it in amazement, having never seen anything like it.  She suddenly felt much better about her haircut.

Anne’s brown eyes blinked a couple times but no other expression crossed her serene face.

“Interesting color,” Nancy sipped at her cola, trying to act as nonchalant.

“It was supposed to be red.”  The girl picked up a lock, examining it for herself, like she couldn’t believe the color.

“It’s not.”  From Anne’s eyebrows, Nancy guessed that her natural hair color was brown.  How had it gone from brown to green?

“Yes, it’s not.”  Hands now folded on knees primly pressed together.

“Have you thought about dying it back?”  Was that even possible?

Anne gave her a small smile.  “I’ll never dye my hair again.”  A statement of unchanging fact.

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