One Quirk Later #13

 

One day I'll write a post that's not Quirk-related. 

...today is not that day.

I mean! I'm having fun, and I hope you are too! Buuut just to make sure you're still having fun, we have more angst potential in this month's Quirk. 

What can I say, apparently we have a brain cell in common, and that brain cell is hungry for 1) angst; 2) siblings.

One Quirk Later: Prompt #13

*waves hands vaguely at my Pinterest* you like wasting time finding writing inspiration, yeah?? 

I have to say, I'm having a great time making these! and thinking of the delicious story bits I'll get to read from you lot, ehehe 

...I mean *coughing* the thought of what you might do with the Quirk definitely doesn't affect what I pick. Definitely not. 

But if you happen to like angst, and I happen to like angst, well, it's just good value to go for that, yeah?

...There definitely isn't a conspiracy here. 

what's a proposal between friends, amiright || Quirk #12

There will be no waffling around and finding entertaining stories to fill out the blog post today. 

Look, I sat down and wrote the first four lines, and the rest... well, it came out in chunks, and I had to fit it together, but yeah. Over half as long again as what I wrote for Quirk #11, and twice as long as Quirk #10.

Also I was sniggering 90% of the time I was writing. So I consider this Quirk a success.

★☆★☆★ QUIRK #12 ★☆★☆★

I tap the toe of my shoe against Michael’s, the rubber edges on our off-brand Converse stained green. It’s nice to be lying outside on such lush grass, with the thick grey clouds overhead and the heavy damp air on my skin, so I admire the stains as the mark of adventure.

Michael has his hands tucked under the back of his head and he doesn’t open his eyes when I tap his foot again. “What?”

“I need you to marry me.”

This time, he opens his eyes fairly abruptly. “What.”