Of Happenstance and Mishmash Chapter 3: Stupid Wonderful Ogre Kisses, a romance fiction

A/N: Okay, I'm seriously lame for waiting so long to write this. Please forgive me! Not really any excuses, just me being lame. But inspiration struck this morning so here ya go! Not betaed so please forgive me and feel free to point out any errors that you find.

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And still mine so please don't steal. Peter Pan, Red Riding Hood and the Waffle house still aren't mine.

Of Happenstance and Mishmash

Chapter Three

Stupid Wonderful Ogre Kisses

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For some reason coffee had never tasted so good. We'd talked for a few hours when I realized what time it was and told him I had to go. And he'd been such a sweetie! I'm so clueless about what's going on, but it was a nice ride while it lasted. Which should be another two minutes or so.

When I'd told him I was walking home, he'd insisted on driving me. He'd taken my hand and pulled me along, linking our fingers like it was nothing. Right there on the street! Jason never does anything like that. Heck, Jason wouldn't even kiss me in the living room because of the windows, even when the blinds are pulled. It's amazing and I'm pretty sure I still have a goofy grin on my face. I'm trying to enjoy the moment and make that goofy feeling last, but the car is pulling to a stop and I know it's pretty much over.

Jason's gotta be livid by now. And pissed Jason is not something I want to contemplate.

"Ya sure you don't want me to take you all the way home?"

I can see the concern shining in his eyes, but it will most definitely suck monkey nuts if Jason sees another man dropping me off. And I've had enough monkey nuts to last a lifetime, thank you very much.

"No thank you. This is fine. Really. My boyfriend's a bit, um, possessive," insert jealous idiot here," and I don't want to upset him tonight," anymore than he already is mind you.

Devon frowns a little and looks more closely at me. Why does he keep doing that? It's like he can really read between the lines if he squints hard enough and that makes me pretty uncomfortable. I don't even wanna know what's between those the lines. Definitely not something I'm up for yet.

"You are gonna be okay aren't you? I mean, we're not working a tragedy here are we? Ya know, the handsome prince meets his oh so beautiful and wonderful handsomer prince the day before the dragon steals him away."

I grin. And blush. And stutter around a bit trying to think of something to say. Jason never tries so hard to make me happy.

"Um, I, um, no, I'd really like to maybe see you again sometime. But I'm not sure if it's such a great idea." Stupid mouth, stupid, stupid. Why did I feel like spilling my guts to this guy? And why the heck did I tell him I wanted to see him again?! I'm such an idiot. Think Jason, think Jason.

But, my brain doesn't want to think Jason. It wants to think Devon. Crap. If I keep digging this hole, I'm gonna hit China soon.

"Well, I think it'd be a right dandy idea. Maybe we could get coffee again soon. I'm sure Doreen would love to see you again."

I couldn't help but chuckle when I thought of the way the older lady had tried to mother me.

Honey, you're even skinnier than Devon. Now you take care and eat up those hashbrowns.

Come on now sweetie, surely you're not done yet?

Want some more butter for you waffles?

"Yeah, I just bet she would. Can you imagine what'd happen if she fed me very often?"

Pictures of me holding waffle balloons and floating on buttery syrupy seas with potato paddles makes me giggle. I caught my breath after a minute and looked over to see Devon smiling softly at me, his warm brown eyes staring into mine.

I feel like a deer in the headlights when his face starts moving closer, frozen in place. But unlike that deer, I finally realize I don't really wanna move. My eyes drift closed as his soft lips touch mine and the tingly spark that shoots through me is amazing. I'd never felt anything like it.

He pulls away altogether too quick, but when I open my eyes our surroundings kicked in and I remember Jason. Shock hits me as I realize what I'd just done.

I'd kissed another guy.

I'd kissed Devon.

While I was with Jason.

Crap.

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He looks nervous about something and when I put the car in park, he almost cringes. Damn, I want those dreamy eyes back! He looks so hot when he just let's himself go. Makes me wanna be a big, bad wolf. And he'd be the perfect blond riding hood.

Hooooowl!

But then the moment's over and he's just looking a little scared and a lot nervous and damn. What's bothering him?

"Ya sure you don't want me to take you all the way home?"

I mean really, what kinda guy takes his sorta date out and makes 'em walk the dark roads home? My momma didn't raise no jerk.

"No thank you. This is fine. Really. My boyfriend's a bit, um, possessive, and I don't want to upset him tonight," he says softly, eyes looking down and fingers picking at a piece of lint on his pants.

Now this just don't seem right. What kind of asshole won't let his boyfriend catch a ride home with a friend? I'm really starting to think that maybe this Jason guy is bad news. Front page, headlining the paper bad news.

Man, I'm so corny. I crack myself up though. And it makes him grin which just makes me wanna gobble him up.

Hooowwl!

"Um, I, um, no, I'd really like to maybe see you again sometime. But I'm not sure if it's such a great idea." The grin fades and his eyes drop back down to his lap.

Why the heck is it not such a great idea? I think it's wonderful. Bouncing on the bed, pillow fighting with your best friend when you're seven wonderful.

But that's just me.

It must have something to do with the evil sorcerer, Jason, who wants to keep the handsomer prince in his cage.

That just won't do.

"Well, I think it'd be a right dandy idea. Maybe we could get coffee again soon. I'm sure Doreen would love to see you."

Now that's just the ticket, idnit. Threaten him with Doreen torture! But he starts laughing so all is well again. In fact he's chuckling up a storm over there and it makes him even more beautiful. What can I say? Lame jokes 'r us.

But the longer he laughs, the more worried I get. He almost seems like he hasn't been this happy in awhile, like it's surprising him, which is screwed up. If he were mine, I'd have to tickle his funny bone hourly, and maybe another bone as well.

Bad Devon. Bad. Bad.

But he's just so perfect. He's winding down now and it's making me sad. I don't want this to be over. It can't be over yet.

I wanna kiss him. Just once. I really, really wanna kiss him. Too bad my Spocktuition isn't really working right now. That Spock was one smart man, for sure. And ya know he and Kirk were so banging in the Captains chair, rocking the enterprise. Beam me up Scotty, I wanna piece of that!

Back to Pretty Peter though. It's time to go on with my bad self. I take a breath and lean forwards and he's just staring at me now. Like he's not sure what's happening and he looks kinda lost again, but he doesn't move.

I close my eyes and when our lips touch I just wanna jump up and shout. It feels so right, perfection in a pair of little pink lips. A zing shoots from my lips to my belly and dude, warm and fuzzy's all over me now.

He's so perfect.

When I sit back he just looks dazed. Dazed and sorta smiley and he looks up at me…then his face falls and horror hits.

Crap.

Maybe I shoulda waited. I'm sure it's the jackass boyfriend's fault.

Down with the evil Sorcerer!

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Crap.

I've really gotta go now. Like really. Like I'm gone.

But my brain's all fuzzy and my legs don't wanna move and I'm sure I'm sitting here looking at him like he's the Grim Reaper. But we just kissed. And Jason's waiting a block away. And my butt is so mud. I really can't deal with this. I'm not ready for this. But for some reason, I can't make myself get out of the car.

Devon's looking at me like he's so sorry and I don't want him to be sorry. Not sorry. I think I want more of what he's offering. But Jason! And this whole thing is just so wrong.

I stop and breathe, close my eyes and finally get calmed down. I guess the flip side is at least I'm sorta figuring out that maybe I don't wanna be with Jason. But it's Jason! And when I think that I remember back when we first got together. Yeah, we had to hide everything. But he was always there for me. A quick kiss in the bathroom, a little hug in the bedroom while his parent's were downstairs. He was my man back then.

But now I'm his dirty little secret. And it's been that way for awhile.

Crap.

Jason.

Crap.

I just wanna go back to the Waffle House and let Doreen stuff me silly.

But I can't. And my mother would have a heifer if she knew how rude I was being. I just kissed Devon! Okay, gotta make myself move now. I open my eyes and he's still looking at me. Worried and a little hurt but still looking. What do I do now?

I'm feeling like I really don't want this to be the end.

"Um, I've gotta go now."

Great job, so articulate.

"I'm sorry Peter. I'm guessing I shouldn't have done that. Maybe this handsome prince turned out to be a frog, huh?"

He smiles a little, but the confident carefree look is gone and it makes me sad. No, you're not a frog! But what can I say?

"Um, listen. I've really got to go now. But I think maybe I'd like to meet up again. Do you go to Danny's often?"

Now would probably be the time to shut up and play Bonnie again, but I just can't.

"Yeah. Yeah I do. I'm there most weekends, because I'm just coo' like dat."

I can feel a smile coming on. There's a touch of that cocky confidence back. Maybe things aren't as bad as I think they are. Yeah, who am I trying to fool? That wool is so far from going over my eyes, it's still on the sheep.

"Okay. Maybe I'll see you there sometime."

He smiles and I'm definitely feeling better. At least things aren't ending on too bad of terms. At least I still have the option of seeing him again.

Crap. That sheep's bleating now. When Jason gets done with me, I'll be lucky to ever get another night out. I've gotta grow a backbone. It's time to make up my mind. But I can't give him my number. Not yet. Not while Jason could still answer the phone.

Yup, there's my backbone. I'm sure I have a lot in common with a worm right now.

"I'd really like that Peter. All kiddin' around aside, I would really, really like that."

He reaches over and squeezes my hand and I blush and open the door.

Time to go and face the music. Too bad it sounds so much like a funeral march.

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He's still looking pretty horrified. And shit I'm stupid! The guy has a boyfriend! A jackass of a boyfriend, but hey. And he doesn't seem like the cheatin' type, which is a good thing. But yup, I've really screwed up. Up and down and backwards.

I can't help but feel sorry. Leave it to me to make a mess of something so promising. Crap. But it would be kinda nice if he'd stop looking at me like I'm an ogre. I'm starting to feel like I've got a kick me sign on my nuts or some shit.

He's closing his eyes so at least he's not glaring at me now. But I still feel bad. I really shouldn'a done that. Stupid. Stupid.

He takes a deep breath and almost looks a little better. A couple more and he's calm, I think. Not so shiny as earlier, but definitely better than the ogre look.

Opening his eyes, he turns to face ma again and I realize I'm holding my breath. Please let it not be a sorry but kiss my ass speech? Please? I'll be good for like a whole week.

"Um, I've gotta go now."

Well that doesn't sound too promising. I hope my face didn't fall as far as my ego just did. Worse than the ogre, definitely worse than the ogre.

"I'm sorry Peter. I'm guessing I shouldn't have done that. Maybe this handsome prince turned out to be a frog, huh?"

Ribbit. Ribbit. That's me.

"Um, listen. I've really got to go now. But I think maybe I'd like to meet up again. Do you go to Danny's often?" He's still sounding pretty quiet, but hey, that's a little better than a kiss my ass. Okay. A lot better, worlds better, maybe I could even qualify as a turtle now better.

"Yeah. Yeah I do. I'm there most weekends, because I'm just coo' like dat."

I crack a little smile and hope he does the same. Come on, come on, don't let my humor fail me now.

"Okay. Maybe I'll see you there sometime."

He smiles as he says it and whee I'm on cloud seven. Not quite nine yet, but definitely better than the ground floor. Now maybe I should buck and be a man. The humor helps, but I'd really, really like to see him again. Maybe I should put playtime on hold for a second.

"I'd really like that Peter. All kiddin' around aside, I would really, really like that."

And it's true. So true. I'm crossing all my fingers and toes right now. Shit, I'll even cross my eyes if it'll work.

I reach over and squeeze his hand when he starts turning to get out. Touching him is nice, but I better be good. He looks happy and when the door shuts he turns and gives me a little wave before walking off. I wish I could follow him home and make sure he gets there okay. But he'd definitely be pissed. And the way his talks of Jason the Jackass, he might be a little scared too.

I'm taking my camping gear to Danny's next weekend. Just call me parked until he shows up.

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