| Challenge #143: Kiss |
[Jan. 9th, 2010|07:09 pm] |
Title:False Alarm
Notes: Very broad interpretation of the prompt. My drabble muses are very strange.
Condom: Debbie
Brian leaned casually against a tree outside the school, ignoring the other students and only looking up when Michael stepped off the bus and called his name. As Michael hurried toward him, Brian noticed a red welt on his cheek, and his gut clenched.
“Mikey, who the fuck did this to you?” Brian grabbed his arm roughly.
“What?” Michael pulled back in confusion.
“Your face.” Brian was going to kill the fucker who hurt Michael.
Michael blushed and scrubbed at his cheek. “I told Ma not to kiss me with lipstick on.”
“Dork,” Brian teased, letting out a relieved laugh. |
|
|