A/N: As this is not only Challenge 6, but also a challenge of a meme I stumbled over at LJ, it's only a prototype of what I think I'm about to write.
She tucked herself into him. He was so charming, so lovable, still she would never get involved with him. She loved him just as it were, just the two of them, the closest of friends. She felt him wrap his arms around her as warmth started spreading in her body. He made sure that the blanket was still comfortable around her. She looked up.
"You're comfortable like this?" she asked him, and he turned his head and met her gaze.
"Comfortable? That's not an issue! I just need to get warm! And I'm leaning onto the radiator, by the way," he smiled.
"So yes?" she smiled back. He laughed and kissed her forehead. At that moment a guy stormed into the room, over to the ghetto blaster and put on a CD. Obviously, he had a lot of energy in store. He smiled and started jumping, dancing, exercising caboeira around the room.
"Can you believe that guy?" Orlando laughed.
"Heck, at least he doesn't have to get uncomfortable by the radiator to get warm..." Sarah uttered.
"Hey, just tell me if you're uncomfortable, and I'll let you go!" Orlando mumbled.
"Oh, no, I'm fine!" she ensured him. The music stopped, and so did the jumping guy. He sat down as an instructor entered the room.
"Seriously, dude, please stop drinking the Red Bull! You're stressing the rest of us," Sarah snarled.
"Hey, I need to stay fit! Who else are going to be the perfect representation of the country?" he answered.
"Yeah yeah yeah, if you were a wrestler, your ring name would be Brit Nation. Now, lets get on with it," Orlando snarled, letting the instructor take over. |
