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ricochets2011-12-25 04:00 pm
quirkyandquiet) wrote in ricochets2011-12-25 04:00 pm
fanfic » at the auction (scarecrow and mrs. king, 4/4)
The next day was beautiful and unseasonably warm. Lee and Amanda sat on a large red plaid quilt, each holding a plate full of fried chicken, potato salad, and biscuits.
"Amanda, this is so good," Lee said as he took another bite of his fried chicken. Who's responsible for this wonderful picnic?"
"You have Mrs. Courtney to thank. She makes the second best fried chicken in the neighborhood, after my mother," Amanda said proudly.
"Well be sure to thank her for me," Lee's garbled words came from around the forkful of potato salad he'd just put into his mouth.
"I sure will, although I'm sure she considers your high bid thanks enough."
"Amanda, can I be honest with you?" Lee asked hesitantly.
Amanda didn't know where this was going. She nodded her head and said, "Go right ahead."
Lee looked seriously at Amanda. "I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time," Lee admitted.
"Really?" she spit out the word in shock.
"Really," Lee assured her. "In fact, I want to kiss you right now."
They looked deeply into each other's eyes. They started to lean in for a kiss. They moved toward each other, closer and closer, their lips mere inches apart, when, suddenly, when a Frisbee whacked into them.
"Sorry," said one of the three guys who had been throwing the Frisbee as he bent down to retrieve it.
"That's okay," Amanda said in her usual understanding tone.
"This picnic should have been in the country. No Frisbees there." Lee grumbled, then, he again attempted to move in and kiss Amanda, but, again, the same Frisbee hit them.
"Sorry," said the second of the three guys throwing the Frisbee.
"That's okay," Amanda said again, this time, her voice was tight and not as understanding.
"Let's try this again." Once more, they leaned closer and closer for a kiss. This time, their lips were almost touching when the same Frisbee hit them, yet, again.
"The third of the three young men playing with the Frisbee came to recover it and said, "Sorry."
Lee had enough. He stood up, grabbed the Frisbee before the younger man could, and yelled, "If you and your friends throw this Frisbee in our direction again, I promise I will hurt you. Do you understand?" Lee stood there, hands on his hips, glaring at the teenager.
"Yes, sir," the Frisbee player replied taking a step back.
Lee handed him the Frisbee and the guy ran away. "If we don't kiss this time," Lee sighed, "I give up." Lee pulled Amanda to her feet, stepped toward her, and gave her a sweet, delicate kiss on the lips.
Lee then leaned down and picked up his cup. "Amanda, I want to make a toast."
Amanda retrieved up her cup and asked, "To what?"
"To more picnics like this, except for no Frisbees," Lee laughed
"To Frisbeeless picnics," Amanda joined in his mirth.
Together, they raised their cups and gently tapped them together.
Finis
"Amanda, this is so good," Lee said as he took another bite of his fried chicken. Who's responsible for this wonderful picnic?"
"You have Mrs. Courtney to thank. She makes the second best fried chicken in the neighborhood, after my mother," Amanda said proudly.
"Well be sure to thank her for me," Lee's garbled words came from around the forkful of potato salad he'd just put into his mouth.
"I sure will, although I'm sure she considers your high bid thanks enough."
"Amanda, can I be honest with you?" Lee asked hesitantly.
Amanda didn't know where this was going. She nodded her head and said, "Go right ahead."
Lee looked seriously at Amanda. "I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time," Lee admitted.
"Really?" she spit out the word in shock.
"Really," Lee assured her. "In fact, I want to kiss you right now."
They looked deeply into each other's eyes. They started to lean in for a kiss. They moved toward each other, closer and closer, their lips mere inches apart, when, suddenly, when a Frisbee whacked into them.
"Sorry," said one of the three guys who had been throwing the Frisbee as he bent down to retrieve it.
"That's okay," Amanda said in her usual understanding tone.
"This picnic should have been in the country. No Frisbees there." Lee grumbled, then, he again attempted to move in and kiss Amanda, but, again, the same Frisbee hit them.
"Sorry," said the second of the three guys throwing the Frisbee.
"That's okay," Amanda said again, this time, her voice was tight and not as understanding.
"Let's try this again." Once more, they leaned closer and closer for a kiss. This time, their lips were almost touching when the same Frisbee hit them, yet, again.
"The third of the three young men playing with the Frisbee came to recover it and said, "Sorry."
Lee had enough. He stood up, grabbed the Frisbee before the younger man could, and yelled, "If you and your friends throw this Frisbee in our direction again, I promise I will hurt you. Do you understand?" Lee stood there, hands on his hips, glaring at the teenager.
"Yes, sir," the Frisbee player replied taking a step back.
Lee handed him the Frisbee and the guy ran away. "If we don't kiss this time," Lee sighed, "I give up." Lee pulled Amanda to her feet, stepped toward her, and gave her a sweet, delicate kiss on the lips.
Lee then leaned down and picked up his cup. "Amanda, I want to make a toast."
Amanda retrieved up her cup and asked, "To what?"
"To more picnics like this, except for no Frisbees," Lee laughed
"To Frisbeeless picnics," Amanda joined in his mirth.
Together, they raised their cups and gently tapped them together.
Finis