Simstorytellers Challenge 006: Short Story: Three Closest Friends

[strangetomato]

Well, I almost completely forgot about this challenge, and that would have been simply unacceptable, since it was so tailor-made for the leading lady and lads of my Strangetown story. This short piece is a little reflection on their friendship, from all three points of view, and can be considered to take place at this exact point in the story, even though they don't directly address the events of chapter twenty-five.

I also wanted to thank everyone for their feedback on the last chapter. I really appreciate it. I need to respond to the rest of the comments (and all of the back-comments on other chapters - I'm really falling down on my job here). I've been a bit out of it lately, but I'm trying to get my focus back.

Now, on to the challenge entry...








Challenge 006: Short Story

Prompt: Three Closest Friends
Word limit: 600
Pic limit: 6
Expiration: 5/27/08

Warnings: language, sexual situations






Ophelia

Johnny is always the first to wake up. He doesn't believe in wasting the day, and he never sets an alarm clock, because he doesn't need one. He just seems to snap into an on position as soon as the sun rises, and then I slowly wake up to the sounds of him showering.




I can tell them apart just by the sounds they make in the bathroom. Johnny doesn't make a lot of noise. I can hear him opening several bottles and setting them back down, as he uses his cleanser, shampoo, and body scrub, all in a set order. Then it's the sound of him drying off and vigorously fluffing up his hair with the towel. He moves to the mirror, humming himself a tune as he gels his hair. I've watched him do it and he's so exacting. Johnny has a very precise hair routine. It takes a lot of work to to look so random.




Ripp takes his showers in the afternoon. It's easy to tell when he’s in the bathroom, because he stomps around with a heavy step. He drops the soap and then curses it out. He sings. I’ve heard him sing all sorts of things, from pop hits to sea shanties. I've even caught him singing a heartfelt ballad once or twice. When he sings like that, I realize that he has a really beautiful voice.


Ripp

Johnny’s omelettes are the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten, and I’m not exaggerating. They’re the fucking llama’s ass. They make my tongue feel like it’s having ten thousand orgasms all at once. Like the omelette is making sweet, sweet love to my mouth. Like one great big tongue fuck.

He gets all pissy with me when I ask him to make them, but he secretly likes doing it. He just likes to make me think he’s being put out, so I’ll go out of my way to show gratitude. He feels like a big hero when I sit down in front of the plate and lose my fucking mind at how good it is. I know he gets a kick out of it.




I like to watch him cook too. He gets annoyed by me just standing there, being useless, so I pretend to clean the kitchen just to see him in action. Johnny has this really graceful way of moving. It’s all very precise, but with a flourish to it. He’ll sometimes flip the omelette clear out of the pan and land it perfectly, like he’s going for a gold medal in fucking omelette flipping.




Phi doesn’t even need to do anything to look graceful. She just is. I could watch her doing nothing at all and love every minute of it. She's that beautiful.




The best is when she’s in the garden, all bent over and determined, working up a sweat, with her perfect, round ass on display. It’s really all I can do to keep from mounting her right there and just riding her until my muscles give out and night falls. Then we could lie there, naked in the dirt, just holding each other. She could talk about anything she wanted to, and I would listen.


Johnny

I have no words to describe them lately, which is odd for me, since I’ve been told I can be quite verbose.




I could produce a list of facts about them, from the details of their appearance, sound, and smell, to the peculiarities of their mannerisms and habits, but none of that would really explain who they are. Nothing I say could really do them justice. To someone else, they might seem unexceptional, but to me they are everything.

Outside these walls, there’s a whole world of opportunities and wonders, but all I need to be happy is right here.








 

Comments

[leskuh.livejournal.com]

Wheee! I love it!

Ophelia is analyzing and goes into tiny details that speak volumes about how well she really knows her boys. And she's actually taken the time to watch Johnny do his hair! A-and she listens to Ripp singing sometimes and thinks it's pretty! And she listens close enough to know that he sings all different sorts of things and and and - !!!!!!!

Oh and Ripp putting a sexual twist on EVERYTHING. Even things that are VERY MUCH RELATED TO JOHNNY. A-and he watches Johnny cook in the way that Ophelia watches Johnny do his hair and YAY PARALLELS! Also he LISTENS TO PHI like she listens to him!

The fact that Johnny can't even begin to describe them is wonderful. Oh, he knows enough to fill a novel, but that's not the important part!

"To someone else, they might seem unexceptional, but to me they are everything."

BEAUTIFUL.

I LOVE THIS.

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I wanted to just show those little details that they notice and the different ways they view each other, rather than getting into the nuts and bolts of the current situation. I think those details say a lot on their own.

Johnny's part is just him again, keeping his mouth shut. He's always like that, isn't he? Even as a narrator, he's all like, "Well, I suppose I could tell you, but you wouldn't understand..." It's very Johnny.