Janice ran her tongue over her parched lips. On the
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outside they were cracked and splintered. On the inside
they were sore and bitten. She had a bad habit of ripping
the inner lining of her cheeks during times of strain and
apprehension. In the past it was nothing more than a
nervous habit but now it had escalated into a daily
routine. Her eyes shifted back and forth apathetically.
They roved the room for something to worry her. Something to turn her away. She sat still however, anchored in place like some ghost possessed by a dishonorable demise. Her posture reflected a vortex of indecision and resignation.
"This really is all I have left," her pale lips whispered
to the furniture, both regretting and accepting the state of her love life.
A moment later the door squealed open and the closed up
again with a soft click. He was all skin and bones, the
kind of man that would perform on Broadway as a scarecrow
but at the end of the day would have a hard time finding a
suitable pair of slacks. Janice let her head lull in his
direction to examine how his fashioned faired this
evening. As her eyes ran casually around his frame, the
young man was feeling his heart rush in a way it seldom
did. He had always believed her to be the landmark of
feminine beauty and now she was sitting in his room! In
fact, this was not the first time this week she had
stopped by and he believed she was telling him something.
The scarecrow struggled to keep himself under control and
sat down next to her on his roomate's bed.
Janice thought the scarecrow was probably more attractive
than a first glance would tell the casual observer. In
fact, she found extensive qualities of endearment in him.
He was watching her as she thought this and she shot him a
quick half-smile hoping to quell his pleas for attention.
This young man's sense of style was perverted by his
height, and she nearly smirked at the way his pants rode
up high above his ankles. Janice followed his body all the
way up to his face where their eyes met. Her stomach
turned...once, twice, she wasn't even sure what that
feeling meant anymore. She did however, know what was to
"You know Janice," he told her in a weak and cracking
voice, "I've always really enjoyed your company. You
She felt embarrassed for him. He was taking this way more
seriously than it was. She cocked an eyebrow and agreed
with herself that a lack of experience in dating would
definitely leave him with very low sophistication in the
area of defining a relationship. Although her heart warmed
and bubbled over when they spoke Janice predicted this
would be just another night of regrets. Well, that and
sexual escapades. But then again, what night wasn't?
Understanding that after they woke up entangled in the
sheets together they would go their separate ways was sage
knowledge and Janice knew for a fact that this boy was no
Socrates. Hell, he wasn't even a run of the mill college
philosophy major. This boy was going to get trampled like
a zoo keeper at feeding time. She signed and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse. She figured she may as well get the juices flowing before she ruined the moment had to go to bed desiring something.
"...and I'd really like to..." the scarecrow had been
talking the entire time Janice was lost in thought. He
stopped short however when she started unbuttoning her
shirt. He felt himself become unsettled and butterflies
prance through his stomach. His tongue was in this throat
and his heart was in her nicotine-stained hand. She leaned towards him on the bed and whispered softly into his ear...
"God grant me distraction."