Monica
Divine (pronounced di-VEEN) has been friends with Billy Stanton
since they were children. Though she doesn't know it, he's been in
love with her longer than he can remember. He's hoping that somehow,
in the very near future, she will realize that she loves him, too.
"You
look beautiful this morning." Billy smiled down at her.
Monica
had her hair caught back in clips, giving her a little girl look. Her
blouse was cream colored with rust, blue and red flowers scattered
across it. The sleeves were long, the cuffs full and ruffled. Her low
riding jeans fit her hips snugly, showing just enough skin between
them and her blouse to make his pulse race.
"Thanks."
"What,
no compliment?" He was teasing, he knew he looked rough.
"You
always look dead sexy, Bill. Even with a two day growth of beard, you
look great."
"Thanks,
Red. I think that's the nicest compliment you ever gave me."
"Do
you seriously not know how handsome you are?"
He
gave her a puzzled look. "Me? I'm just—me."
Laughing,
Monica led him out of the house. "You're so modest, it's
laughable. All my female friends think you're droolicious."
"That
sounds like some kind of disease." He pulled out of her
driveway, heading to his house.
"Moron.
It's a high compliment. In fact, you're a nine on the drool scale."
"Why
not a ten?"
"None
of them have tasted you."
"Um....
Does that mean what I think it means?"
"Had
sex with ya, yeah."
"So,
just curious, how many of them have to before I get my ten?"
She
giggled, tossing her hair. "Only one. Of course, I already think
you're a perfect ten, so my rating won't change. However, I can
officially change the ranking after we have sex. That is, if you're
up to standard, of course."
He
laughed, shaking his head. "How do you girls come up with this
shit? Is this like Cosmo's sex scale or something?"
"No,
only us being silly."
"So,
who does rate a perfect ten?"
"Brad
Pitt, Johnny Depp, Robert Pattinson."
"Who's
he?"
"Guy
from Twilight."
"And
how do these guys rate a ten and I don't. Last I heard, your chums
hadn't had sex with any of them either."
"Well,
because they're Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt and Robert Pattinson."
"Gotcha.
But I'm still the one who gets to make love to you, right?"
"Right.
I'm all yours."
"Sweet."
He tapped the roof of his car with his knuckles. "Why drool
scale?"
"That's
how much drool builds up in your mouth when you picture him naked."
Billy
burst out laughing. "Girls," he mumbled, turning into his
driveway.
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2016 Dellani Oakes
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