Tiny Yogurt eats alone. It’s not a big deal, it’s just that lunch is a tricky thing, lunch is difficult, and her former lunch circle is unavailable so she takes her half sandwich and twelve doritos and namesake cup of fruit-on-the-bottom to the hall by the library and sits, taking measured, careful bites.
She takes comfort in it, this space of her own, silent and answerable to no one. Until the day this kid carrying a stack of books he can’t see over trips on her.
“Watch it,” Tiny Yogurt snaps, startling herself.
“Sorry!” says Giant Nut Head.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Giant Nut Head does not have a nut for a head but this crush is treating him like a shell between levers. It’s not a crush, it’s a smash: a glass underfoot, a thumb in a car door.
It’s important that everybody knows.
“It’s bad,” he sighs, “really bad.”
“Yup,” says Kent.
“I wish I could tell her,” says Giant Nut Head, with deep mystery. “I can’t. But if I could…”
“Uh huh,” says Maddy.
Giant Nut Head chuckles. “Well. Thus always ’twere love!”
“Mm,” says Kent, looking at Maddy, who is desperate to fuck if this kid would just leave.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Giant Nut Head does not have a giant nut for a head. Don’t worry about it.
“We can seriously get State this year, guys,” he says, leaning over the back of the bus seat with one arm between Lula and Zephram.
“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this trip,” says Zephram absently.
“You too?” says Lula. Her knees are up, hair twirled, eyes sparkling.
“Not for State, though.”
“No?”
“Just for the ride.”
Zephram and Lula look at each other, then, a smile shivering back and forth between them.
“I’ve been thinking about doing more push-ups,” adds Giant Nut Head.