Fiction Friday. For real this time.

Someone asked me yesterday how I'm going to do this whole Fiction Friday thing. What's going to inspire it? What will it be about? And I said, Dunno.

Then I thought, I'm gonna take something I experience during the day, and take a word, feeling, or something I see, and convert it into a short piece of fiction. Today's motivation will be the word amazing, as it's amazing how many things can go wrong in one morning.

Amazing
by This Girl

It started out as an ordinary day. The sun peeked through the slats of dusty Venetian blinds, indicating to our sleeping hero that the day had begun, and that it had begun without him. Eyes gummed together with fragments from the past day, his arm shot from under the blue plaid comforter as he groped for the phone resting upon his bedside table. Shifting slightly, he raised his head and opened one eye to see the time. "SHIT, Fuck, Mother fucker!!" It was well past the time for his alarm to sound. It was well past the time he was supposed to head out the door for the job he loathed, but secretly needed more than it needed him. It was well past the time to get rid of the sleeping form lying next to him.

"Hey, " he barked, grabbing the girl by the shoulder and shaking her awake. "You gotta get out of here. I'm late for work. " He launched out of bed, grabbing underwear that were lying in a pile of shed clothing from the night before. A quick sniff test assured that they would work another day. Moving like a madman, he grabbed a clean shirt, pants, shoes, and belt in a fervor, not noticing that the lovely lady he had met in the bar last night had not moved a muscle. Pulling on his garments, he tripped as he tried to put both feet into his pants at the same time. Behind the red that was clouding his vision as he let out a stream of more obscenities, he heard a sound. A light sound, a sound filled with humor and the dredges of sleep from which the maker of the noise had just been torn. He looked over at the rumpled bed, and at the blonde woman who was laughing at him now, full out and with such delight that he caught himself smiling, just a little. His eyes followed hers down his torso to a pair of bright pink boy shorts with a rainbow emblazoned on each side.

Pants around his ankles, looking now into the eyes of a girl he barely knew whose underpants were hugging his hips, he began to chuckle. Then to laugh as the girl, breathless, uttered, "I'm going to pee myself...I can't..." He thought about the job he needed that didn't need him. He thought about the angry phone call he would surely receive from a boss who couldn't care less whether he was hurt, injured, or in trouble. He realized that he had a choice. A choice between sucking up to his boss and then working all day or staying in bed with this girl who could laugh and make everything right with the world.

He picked up his phone, sent a quick e-mail, and sat on the bed. "If you give me back my underpants, I'll get out of your hair, "she whispered as he looked into the blue eyes that he didn't remember being that blue, with the haze of alcohol and dancing blurring his vision. "I think I'll keep them. " He smiled. "What do you wanna do today, Samantha?" Surprised, she grabbed his hand and slyly said, "You remembered my name!"

"Yeah...good thing for me that it's written in your underwear."