A cacophony of cackling keystrokes emanated throughout the air as a young man's fingers danced along a keyboard, sending a cascade of numbers and letters to a computer screen that served as the only light source within the dark, college dormitory room. He occasionally sipped at the now cold coffee at his corner desk, wincing at the taste but feeding on the burst of energy it gave him. He confidently sat straight up at his chair, but would often squint and lean forward, peering at the screen as if a closer look at his code would somehow help in solving his issue. With a usual disappointing shake of the head, he would sit back in his chair once more.
"Fuck, my, ass." A usual ritualistic phrase that served to relieve his tension somewhat. Most people that knew him got used to hearing those odd words. Was he asking for something up his ass? Was he cursing out his butt? No, he would explain to the uninitiated: it's just something he says when he's annoyed.
A sudden knock at the door caused his weary body to suddenly shoot up at attention.
"Hello-o-o?" A woman's shrill voice sang through his door. "You awa-a-ake?" The man jutted his jaw to the side in annoyance at how she purposely elongated her words. But he could not help but let loose a smirk as he walked up to the door- but he quickly put his best annoyed face back on as he went for the knob.
"You really took it to heart when I said talking like that was annoying, huh?" He opened the door revealing a short, tan woman who was at least a whole head shorter than him.
"Yeah, I- Oh, god, Emmett!" she suddenly shouted, covering her eyes. "Put on some pants!" Emmett sighed and looked down. Lost in thought, he forgot to put on pants and was only wearing a grey shirt and red, checkered boxers. He quickly slammed the door in the woman's face.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew..." the woman repeated constantly from behind the door, between stifled laughter.
"Yeah, ew, ew, ew..." Emmet parroted back. He would be more embarrassed, but this happens at least once every two months. He swiftly tore the jeans out of his laundry basket and practically jumped in them, zipping them closed and opening the door back up.
The short woman had her hands on her hips and she leered at Emmett with a facetious smile. "Hello, Emmett." she hissed out.
"Hello, Jenna." he hissed back. He made way and motioned her in with an overly dramatic bow. Jenna giggled as she walked in. Emmett couldn't help but crack a smile. Jenna's giggling didn't ring in his ears so much as they gave him an all-around, warm feeling as his cheeks blushed up with a gentle heat.
Emmett had always felt this way about Jenna, ever since he met her seven years ago, on his first day of high school. Their meeting wasn't some serendipitous event. She simply walked up to him and said "Hi!" Emmett wasn't good at small talk back then, so he was super grateful that he had seen the same movie as she did over that past summer: "Ultra Monkey Man 2: Dragon Slayer". Ever since that day, for him, there was no greater feeling than seeing her. Just her presence alone, be it up close, or across an auditorium, his heart would flutter and his stomach would tingle with butterflies. Jenna always had a warm aura, and just the sight of her caused all of Emmett's stress to simply evaporate into thin air.
"Bang!" Jenna turned her upper torso to Emmett and pretended to shoot him with her finger. With a small wink, she blew out the imaginary smoke from her finger gun. She stared at him seriously with her big, brown eyes, which glistened at Emmett, even in his dark room.
Even though Jenna and Emmett were good friends, she still intimidated him immensely. Because what just happened was probably the cutest thing that Emmett ever witnessed. And to Emmett, Jenna tops herself every day. And with that kind of cute power, Jenna could probably get any guy she wanted. There was no way that she'd want to be with a failed, shut-in code monkey like him. Any other guy should be blessed to deserve to hear her silly, joyful laughter at stupid things, and lucky to accept her undying kindness.
Also, it didn't help that Jenna was probably one of the hottest, most beautiful girls Emmett ever had the sweet chance to lay eyes on, let alone nearly every day.
Jenna stood firm and deadly serious in her shooting stance, waiting for a response from Emmett. As a woman, Jenna was short but stout. She had wide hips and most people would describe her as curvy, or even "playfully plump" as Emmett has coined to himself. Yet her compact size still puts her in the ballpark of "petite." Jenna was wearing a long-sleeved cerulean zip-up hoodie over a light grey tank top. As she made her rotation, her sweater zipped down a bit to reveal her cleavage- she probably had C-cups as Emmett observed, but they were still nice and perky and he even saw them bounce a couple of times at the beach when they went with a bunch of friends last summer. But the most tantalizing part was the fact that she was wearing short jean shorts that perfectly outlined her plump, round butt. As she "shot," her voluptuous yet small figure bounced a bit as Emmett eyed her rear down to her thick, tan legs- slightly muscular, he knew Jenna liked to run. Her pose, although cute, only served to highlight her thick, sexy figure, as if she was outright displaying her ass. As much as Emmett respected Jenna, he had multiple fantasies of his head being between those delicious bronze thighs.
But at this point, in his Junior year of college, seeing Jenna almost every day, Emmett was a master-class in keeping a boner down, even as his mind wandered to dark places while looking at her.
Emmett finally gave his response in an overly dramatic fashion as he suddenly clutched his chest: "Agh! You would, come here, shoot me, in my own pirate base?" He grumbled out in a nasally, villainous voice. He scrunched up his face in fake pain. He fell to his knees as Jenna looked down at him. Emmett pulled himself to Jenna's feet, writhing in theatrical pain. He clutched her ankle. Jenna continued to look down at him with the utmost seriousness. Emmett looked up at her, his painful expression now morphing into a confused look, almost begging for approval for his performance. He stared long at Jenna's stern face, having to resist this up-close chance of eyeing her solid, tan legs and plush ass. All he had to do was move his gaze a bit and his vision would be lost in between her pillowy ass cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like an awkward amount of seconds, she coughed out a snicker.
"Okay, that's not as bad as the acting in the movie," Emmett defended himself, loosening his tense pose of fake suffering.
"No, no, it was a very, uh... experimental performance." Jenna grinned brightly, showing all of her spotless white teeth as her eyes lit up and crinkled with joy. That was the best thing about Jenna's smile- she smiled with her whole face, and it was contagious as Emmett rolled out of position to stifle his blooming smile. Jenna started to laugh, and Emmett could only scratch the back of his head in embarrassment, but smile all the same.
"What's that from, Pirates vs. Aliens vs. Robots vs. Ninjas, right?" Emmett asked behind an intense grin.
"Uh, try Pirates vs. Aliens vs. Robots vs. Ninjas 2." she answered matter-of-factly, emphasizing the "2."
"Oh right, that really confusing one where I couldn't tell the aliens and robots apart."
"Uh, that's because you're robo-racist." Jenna playfully teased. She made herself go into a laughing fit, as she plopped herself on Emmett's bed. She unzipped her backpack and swiftly unloaded a binder and a pencil case as her storm of chuckling slowly subsided.
Emmett quickly objected through stifled laughter "Woah, woah, hey, you came here to do homework? It's not due until next week."
"Uh, yeah- today's Wednesday. It's already next week, remember? I came here last Friday..."
Emmett started counting the days on his fingers, slowly realizing his mistake.
"It's due tomorrow... Linear Algebra..." Jenna continued. Emmett blankly stared into Jenna's eyes as if he could change reality if he got lost in them for any longer.
"As in the day after today? Hello?" Jenna waved her hand in front of Emmett's face. Emmett snapped back to reality.
"Right, alright, got it, right, it's no big deal-"
"You didn't start it."
"I didn't start it."
Jenna fell back on the bed, exasperated. Emmett sighed.
"I know you told me to work on this," Emmett countered. "but I got too caught up in my-"
"Coding your game, Emmett?" Jenna sat back up and was clearly disappointed.
"Yes." Emmett fell back into his computer chair, defeated. Jenna looked back at Emmett. To his surprise, she looked more sympathetic than angry.
"Aidan will freak if catches you falling behind, you know-"
"Aidan's not my dad, Jenna." Emmett groaned out. "He's not my brother, he's just-"
"A friend that cares, Emmett. Those are in short supply."
"Aidan should worry about his valedictorian spot, I hear Thomas is the favorite now-"
"Emmett. Focus." Jenna leered at Emmett for trying to change the subject.
