C.I.T.K: Short Story -4-1-6

Just Hurry Up and Go!

“I dreamt a dream last night.”

Beverly looked to her side, tilting her head on the grass to take a better look at Kendal. His purple hair tossed in the wind. Arms were out and slightly bent as he leaned on the grass.

Turning to her side, Beverly asked, “What about?”

Kendal smiled and flopped down so that his stomach was at Beverly’s face. He turned on the grass so that he was able to play with her hair, stroking her.

“I dreamt I was an apple,” Kendal whispered, “I dreamt that many people wanted to eat me.”

Beverly poked at Kendal’s skirt.

“That’s…nice,” Beverly spoke after letting the information set in.

Kendal giggled and started to braid pieces of Beverly’s hair. He stopped then to crouch over Beverly’s face. Her face was upside down compared to his; Kendal placed his elbows to both sides of Beverly’s face as she looked questionably at him.

“You wouldn’t eat me though,” Kendal said, “You said I was just an orange.”

Beverly tilted her head looking humorously at Kendal.

“That’s silly,” Beverly laughed, “Apples and oranges are totally different things. Why would I think you were an orange if you were an apple?”

Kendal inhaled, as if being punched. Then, he pushed himself off and lay back on his side.

“Don’t know,” Kendal said he placed his arms underneath his head, “Maybe you just got used to me being an orange.”

“What?” Beverly laughed and she bent over Kendal, “What kind of reasoning is that? Come on let’s go get some ice cream and gossip about hot guys.”

With that, Beverly lifted herself up and started to skip towards the Cherry Berry, as Kendal sat there, reminiscing. Beverly stopped and turned around, waving towards Kendal.

“Kendal! Come on! Hurry up and go!”

After a few seconds, Kendal gave off a snort and jumped up, brushing his skirt off of the loose grass blades and grabbing his purse.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“What flavor do you want Kendal?”

“Hm. I want vanilla. What about you?”

“Hmm…I want…I want orange!”

And Kendal smiled.

End.