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May 8th, 2013, 11:59 PM
Hi everyone. I'm new to writing forums and this is the first story I'm posting. I appreciate any comments or thoughts!
The Cliff Diving Dilemma
Pretty Pete stood staring over the precipice, his mouth drying as he gazed at the sparkling water sixty feet below. He glanced at the girls standing behind him with his friend, then looked back to the water. He swallowed.
“You going to jump?” Alan asked, his eyebrows arched with arrogance.
Pete gritted his teeth. “Give me a minute.”
“Chicken.” Alan pushed him, and he stumbled to keep his footing.
“So you do it then,” he shot back. He’d had a chance with Joanna before Alan suggested this stupid stunt. She was the one who’d called him pretty. Now her lips curled up with disdain.
“Are you boys okay?” she teased. Her friend, Heather, stood beside her, giggling at their dilemma.
Pete felt a flush color his back. He leaned closer to Alan and whispered. “I’m not going until you go.”
“Not happening,” Alan returned. “This peak didn’t look so crazy from below. You first.”
“No way. It’s suicide, man!” Pete’s hue brightened as the girls made chicken squawks.
Alan shot a look at Heather. “Okay. I’m doing it.” He strode to the edge and looked over. The girls cheered.
He gazed at the water for a moment, then looked at Pete. “Screw this. Beers?”
Pete breathed a sigh of relief, despite the ladies’ laughter. Joanna’s face looked horsey when she was being rude, anyway. “You read my mind.”
“You guys suck!” Joanna crowed, as they stepped away from the edge.
“Whatever. We’re leaving. You coming?” Alan stalked away as he spoke, Pete following closely behind.
“Cowards!” Joanna yelled, jumping from the cliff with a gleeful yelp. Heather dove in right after.
The boys exchanged a look, then peered over the cliff. Joanna and Heather played in the water below. “What do you know?” Pete shrugged. “We could have made it.”
The Cliff Diving Dilemma
Pretty Pete stood staring over the precipice, his mouth drying as he gazed at the sparkling water sixty feet below. He glanced at the girls standing behind him with his friend, then looked back to the water. He swallowed.
“You going to jump?” Alan asked, his eyebrows arched with arrogance.
Pete gritted his teeth. “Give me a minute.”
“Chicken.” Alan pushed him, and he stumbled to keep his footing.
“So you do it then,” he shot back. He’d had a chance with Joanna before Alan suggested this stupid stunt. She was the one who’d called him pretty. Now her lips curled up with disdain.
“Are you boys okay?” she teased. Her friend, Heather, stood beside her, giggling at their dilemma.
Pete felt a flush color his back. He leaned closer to Alan and whispered. “I’m not going until you go.”
“Not happening,” Alan returned. “This peak didn’t look so crazy from below. You first.”
“No way. It’s suicide, man!” Pete’s hue brightened as the girls made chicken squawks.
Alan shot a look at Heather. “Okay. I’m doing it.” He strode to the edge and looked over. The girls cheered.
He gazed at the water for a moment, then looked at Pete. “Screw this. Beers?”
Pete breathed a sigh of relief, despite the ladies’ laughter. Joanna’s face looked horsey when she was being rude, anyway. “You read my mind.”
“You guys suck!” Joanna crowed, as they stepped away from the edge.
“Whatever. We’re leaving. You coming?” Alan stalked away as he spoke, Pete following closely behind.
“Cowards!” Joanna yelled, jumping from the cliff with a gleeful yelp. Heather dove in right after.
The boys exchanged a look, then peered over the cliff. Joanna and Heather played in the water below. “What do you know?” Pete shrugged. “We could have made it.”