Snowboard Rail Diameter

Fic Toilet: Toilet Conversations III

Title: Toilet
Conversations Fandom: Original
Party: 3 /?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2498
Summary: "Oh no? And what would be your type? "
Warnings: Femslash , language.
Notes: Any reference to things, events or people real is purely coincidental .(*-*) is all from my little brain.
This chapter was difficult to write. On the other hand, I came out much longer than the other two. Although I'm not particularly sure, to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Phew, I need a betareader. Does anyone have any advice for me?
Enjoy.

I. Looks
II.Attraction

Toilet Conversations
III. Lists

The third time I spoke to him, was a bit ' like being in an alternate dimension, where everything was possible. I was leaving the bathroom in peace, when I saw her coming towards me at a quick pace. I did not even have time to greet her, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bathroom again. He closed the door behind her - I still find absurd that our bathrooms have a lock and no toilet paper - and then turned to me.
-We need to talk.
I offered her a crooked smile.
-I did not think we were already at the stage of our relationship where you drag me into the bathroom to "talk"
She ignored my line and I pointed a finger at.
He could at least have the decency to blush. It was not much fun otherwise.
-I'm not attracted to you.
I looked at her, feigning surprise a quite false.
-Ok, honestly, I did not expect that you wanted to really talk.
I pulled a punch on the arm.
Since it was so in confidence by starting a fight? It was only the third time I spoke to her after years. Ah, these kids today.
admit though that that I'd just gone to look for.
-You could be serious for half a second?
I took his hand behind his neck and scompigliai my short hair. I loved it since I had them cut. I enjoy getting to pass her fingers through irregular clumps without the slightest care not to mess up.
-Ok.
-I am not attracted to you. And I do not care if you think otherwise.
Oh no?
-No. And I also have a list of reasons why I can not possibly be.
He took from his pocket a crumpled sheet of notebook paper into rectangles and folded into two parts.
My eyebrows snapped up.
This was new.
For some strange reason I think this is incredibly cute. And, even though it was against my interests, I still consider it a lovely thing.
A-list eh? I struggled for
suppress a smile, but apparently did not work much, because she gave me an irritated look. Actually I was not going to take it around. Not then, anyway.
I smiled because I loved lists. I used to list all the time.
Lists of books, lists of series, lists of stories, lists of friends, to-do lists, lists of things to do, lists of objectives, lists of pros and cons. A lot of lists. Ironically, the only list that I never had a shopping list.
He cleared his throat.
Then I looked sideways and began to read.
-list of reasons why they could not possibly be attracted to dot dot dot.
bursts out laughing.
I wanted to frame it that list. And I had never even read.
-dot dot dot?
She blushed.
-Well, not I could write your name right? If someone had read
... I shook my head, chuckling.
dot dot dot. That girl was always more fantastic.
She snorted in a perfect expression to the " whatever."
-One. You're a girl.
I looked up to heaven.
This was really trivial.
really really trivial.
E anche un colpo basso.
-Oh andiamo, non ti sembra un po’ troppo ovvio? Che cosa pensavi che fossi, un elefante?
-Ma è vero. Sei una ragazza. Ed io non sono attratta dalle ragazze.
Le agitai un dito davanti agli occhi e le feci un occhiolino.
-C’è sempre una prima volta.
Lei incollò gli occhi al foglio, cercando di non far salire il rossore alle guance.
-Due. Non sei abbastanza bella.
Che stronza.
Questo era peggiore di un colpo basso, era un dito in un occhio.
Assunsi un’espressione risentita e incrociai le braccia al petto.
Non ero vanitosa- almeno, non poi tanto- ma non sopportavo quando la gente judged by appearances. It was something I hated.
-Hey, look a bit ', because they are not as beautiful as you, does not mean it is not good enough. Each of us has a different beauty. It is called charm, thanks a lot. Which has nothing to do with the attraction of an emeritus cabbage.
She looked at me a second to see if I'd actually taken.
Then he pulled back a lock of hair from before his eyes.
-Maybe you're right. However, you would not be my type.
Oh no? And what would be your type?
-Short hair, medium height, it makes me laugh, who has character, which is sweet, that fascinates me ...
I smiled at her triumph, making the victory sign with his fingers, that is, two fingers raised to form a V, for the uninitiated that a lack of knowledge so fundamental.
The sign of victory. I did not think there was something more nerd in the world. Apart from perhaps the greeting of the Vulcans from Star Trek. But there I was fond of her. Most of my photos from my little sign of victory was immortalized forever as a memento of my set for the Pokemon. I just made the victory sign a philosophy of life.
Well, perhaps philosophy is a big word.
Basically, I was just twelve years. She blushed
furiously, and hasten to explain.
-And it's a boy. Obviously. Anyway: Three. You dress too country.
No, this, I really did not deserve it.
-I do not dress country! Just because I have a thing for the checked shirts and striped country does not mean that I dress. I dress American. T-shirt over his shirt. Or long-sleeved top with a t-shirt. Jeans. Ubiquitous keffiyeh and colored Converse.
that she will inform each other.
But still. My style was more than cool.
was shiny. Probably not according to the canons of haute couture, but I do not think she dressed high fashion.
Come on, Miss liked wrestling !
She laughed at my expression of indignation.
Despite the injuries to my pride, it was nice to see her laugh.
I love making people laugh. Bring that little 'daily serving of laughter to survive the day. E 'edifying. Forward a bit 'of my enthusiasm. Be useful.
her smile was a goal. It meant that he felt comfortable with me.
I pretended sulking for a few seconds. Then emerged a wry smile to my lips.
-E, however, even the clothing counts as a factor of attraction.
She snorted.
-Four. I have a boyfriend.
-This does not change anything. Did you know that man is polygamous by nature?
-Five. I'm not a lesbian.
-It seems to me just like you're scrambling. She
incinerated with his eyes. But
-Holy God do not like it at all!
-Any excuse you give for denying the evidence does not suit me. Give me that. The
tore the sheet of hand, departing from its scope.
I had never seen her writing. It was ... nice.
Ok, no, actually it was quite incomprehensible - not that it was my then-best ... but found it almost soft.
Maybe I was sick. It was not normal what I was thinking.
Where was all the cynicism of the mysterious past two days?
What was that stupid idiots avalanche of adjectives as cute, adorable, and the worst of all, soft? Damn. I hoped it was not what I thought it was.
I concentrated on the piece of paper crumpled in my hand and I found an interesting surprise at the end of the paper scribbled, crossed several lines, but still legible.

list of reasons why there may be a very remote chance I is attracted to dot dot dot.

I turned toward her with a mischievous smile.
He tried to recover the package, her cheeks flushed. I moved in the left hand, holding it away from her.
-I had mentioned this other list, which is much more interesting.
She blushed even more.
-Why does not make sense, since there is not even the very remote chance that I'm attracted to you.
I shook my head, with the expression of disapproval of the teacher who listens to the students shoot nonsense questions.
was time to prove my skills in terms of lists.
a second I stared into her eyes and took a wink.
-Let's see little 'to do this too. It is not only the right to write against. Even the pros deserve a chance.
I pulled a pen from the back pocket of your jeans - I can not help but bring a pen behind wherever he goes. Who knows what might happen-and, leaning against the sheet on the wall, I added some points quickly to the new list.
She left me to do, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying not look at me. An operation was not succeeding particularly well, if I may add.
Not that I were not complaining. It was more a gloating inside. A few minutes later the
returned the sheet. She
air taken cautiously, as if it were a time bomb ready to explode.
raised my eyebrows, and I signaled with his hand to read it.
-One. Dot dot dot is a girl.
smiled at his confused expression.
-This is the first reason why you're attracted to me. Think about it. If I were a guy, I do not look twice.
-This is not at all-
Sbuffai and put my hand on his arm.
-Go ahead, please.
I looked indecisive, then rested his eyes again on the sheet.
-Two. E 'smart.
Some things had to be such clear and round. There was no time for modesty. Three-
. It 'exactly my type as well as a large-
He looked up and looked at me in disbelief of what I had written.
I did not think it could be blush so much for such a simple thing.
I approached her, taking her hands from the sheet and put in your pocket. The
scostai a cowlick from his face in a gentle caress.
His eyes were fixed on me. Do not stir. He did not do anything.
I felt I was holding my breath.
I tried not to get distracted from his eyes, but it was hard to look away. She is completely in my power, the arms hanging at your sides.
may seem ridiculous to say now, but I happen very often such moments.
Especially not in a school bathroom with the girl so, it was already obvious, I had taken a terrible crush. Not that it had been intensional. Indeed. I had not planned any way. I did not think would ever deign to compare myself about my long looks of appreciation. I did not think we'd get to this point, at this moment, on the heels of each other. A distance which continued to decrease and I could not stop, too absorbed in his eyes that said one thing, closer, closer. My mind was completely
emptied. There was only one solitary thought that ran like one of those bales of hay in the abandoned cities of the old western movies.
she was not to be in my power. I had to be completely at his mercy.
And the thing I did not mind not nearly as much as it should.
-...
kisser ... "she whispered, a warm breath on my lips.
I saw her close her eyes, while my left hand rested on his side.
was so close. So close.
A sudden sound of his knuckles against the wood of the door made us jump and move away from each other.
-Want to open this door? There is only you in this school, whoever you are!
I knew something would go wrong. Something always goes wrong when everything is going beautifully for several minutes. Never be that lady luck stops knocking - or to prevent someone from knocking at my door-case.
If there was one thing I hated was to be interrupted at the climax.
She ran a hand through his hair, releasing a big sigh.
I looked intently into his eyes.
-Si, a moment, now open! Despite
when he said, showed no sign of wanting to move. His voice
was a little 'hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.
He cleared his throat slightly, and finally lowered her eyes.
-Well, I should go ... I will be wondering where my friends are over.
My companions probably had not even noticed my prolonged absence. Or if they had noticed, have thought that I had fallen into the cup, or something like that.
I have this tendency to the ground. And they are not exactly the most loving companions of the world. I nodded
plan, showing to understand his need for space.
smiled. Just a smile. Genuine. True. Warm.
She replied to my smile a smaller but equally bright.
He bowed his head and turned toward the door, starting to walk.
I leaned against the wall, do not take my eyes off her.
There was something fascinating to see people leave. Fascinating, and a bit 'sad.
fascinating because I always hoped that the person I was looking at my eyes and perceived it was running with a smile. Sad because it never happened.
would be really something fairytale now if she was running and I smile, I thought.
But this was real life. And things like that never happens.
In fact, she turned and smiled at me. It was not so banal.
He stopped with his hand on the handle, unsure what to do.
Then he turned and he did something that I would never, ever expected.
And beat my mental film was something he really deserved an Oscar.
in two steps was again so close I could count the freckles on his nose very clear.
I kissed his lips quickly. He kissed me. You, miss- They are not attracted to you - I kissed her. It was not anything special, just a slight touch of the lips, a chaste kiss to die. A promise. I knew it was a promise.
And I knew from the look that gave me a second before turning and leaving.
A look uncertain, a bit 'confused, but which contained a promise of something more. A confirmation that what had happened in the past three days, three days more absurd in my life, would not be forgotten in a drawer or thrown in a wastepaper basket.
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door, slipped out.
I leaned with one hand at a rickety door of one of the cubicles, and I let myself go a long sigh. I touched her lips with two fingers, still incredulous.
My life, so long remained under my control, I had missed hand.
But the thing that scared me more was that I liked. I liked not being in control of anything. It was intoxicating.
-Are you okay?
I looked up to the application made to me by one of my classmates, just entered the bathroom.
I nodded slowly. Then he chuckled, shaking his head.
-Si'm fine. No. I'm just fine. I'm fine.
The girl raised her eyebrows, uncertain.
-Are you sure?
I walked towards the bathroom door, still chuckling to myself.
-course. I just had the strangest conversation of my life.
Apparently Alice was learning quickly the rules of the game. It was only then that I
noticed that the wrinkled sheet with two lists was no longer in my pocket.