PROMPT/CHALLENGE SUMMARY: To the random prompt generator! I just love that thing. This week it gave me "15 minutes/male character - under 18/from a fortune cookie". I ignored the time limit, because I don't like time limits, and went with 500 words instead. And then the stock image I found got my brain off and running. I'm sure it's meant to be the kind of thing you can fill in on your own, but where's the fun in that? YA's not usually my thing, but, as I've said before, I like to stretch myself with these, so I went with it. Here's what I ended up with. Enjoy!
(Source: The Almost Totally Random Writing Exercise Generator)
"You have inexhaustible power and wisdom. . . in bed!" Kevin leaned back in our booth. "Damn straight, baby!"
"Power to snore, maybe," Trevor added.
"That's not what your mom said last night."
Everyone cracked up--you just sort of have to at that point--and turned to the next fortune cookie. Meg snapped it up. "A billionaire's joke is always funny in bed. Yeah, I'd agree with that," she said with a smirk.
"So that's what it takes, huh?" Kevin asked. "A billion dollars?"
"Babe, for a billion dollars I'll laugh at anything you want," she purred.
"You know, laughing's not really a thing during sex," Trevor commented.
Meg rolled her eyes. "Then you're doing it wrong."
"He's not doing it at all," Kevin tossed in.
"That's not what your mom said last night," Trevor shot back. They say the trick to good comedy is circling back to the earlier joke.
That's not what they mean.
Stephanie picked up the next cookie before Trevor noticed no one was laughing. "In dreams and in life, anything is possible in bed."
"Oooh, someone's kinky. I guess you're up for anything, right Steph?" Meg was Stephanie's best friend, so that meant she spent most of her time swiping at her like a bitchy cat. Because girls are effed up.
"Anything, huh?" Kevin asked, trying--and failing--to waggle his eyebrows at her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, her cheeks pink and her shoulders tight. "Your turn," she said, shoving a cookie at me.
I cracked it open, hoping my "fortune" was just a basic dirty joke and nothing too weird. I unfolded the little scrap of paper and. . .
Well, that's weird.
The table went quiet as they waited for me to read it. When I didn't say anything, Kevin banged out a little drumroll. "Well, what's it say, dude?"
"Nothing," I said, flipping the paper over just to make sure I wasn't looking at the back.
He rolled his eyes and made a grab for the paper. I stretched my arm out, holding it out of his reach. "Come on, man, it can't be that lame. Just read it."
"No, he's right," Stephanie said. She leaned over and grabbed my hand, and I let her twist is so she could see both sides of the paper. "It's blank. There's no fortune. No lucky numbers or anything. It's just. . . nothing." She straightened in her seat and nudged her glasses back up on her nose.
"How can it be blank?" Meg asked, her forehead creasing. "What does that even that mean? Mark's got no future?"
"Oh, Mark's got no future in bed." Kevin snickered. "Dying a virgin, huh? That sucks, buddy."
"Well, not exactly a virgin," I mumbled. I couldn't stop my eyes from darting to Stephanie as the words fell out of my mouth. She stared a determined hole in the table and her whole face burned bright red.
And, of course, everyone saw.