The PresentA Story by Yina
Has a lil romance but nothing graphic or carried away. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!:)
Tracy looked in the mirror at her long blonde hair and thought to herself, I wonder how long it'll grow yet. Maybe I should get it cut.
She put her hairband in place, put the brush away, and went downstairs, pushing her thoughts to a whole 'nother level.
I really wonder what Scott has planned, she thought as she straightened her shimmery blue silk dress and snuck one last look in the hall mirror before going to the front window to wait for her surprise-planning boyfriend.
Just then, Scott's white Hyundai Sonata pulled up her drive. Tracy smiled at herself as she looked at the hall clock . On time, as usual.
Tracy opened the door just as Scott walked up the front walkway. She smiled at this handsome man she called her own. He was tall, 6'4, and had the amazing look of the Californian surfer he was. Tan, blonde hair,brown eyes, and amazing build from hours of working out and surfing.
Scott slowly walked up to her with a smile on his face. When he got to her, he kissed her gently and said, " Happy Birthday, Tracy."
"Why, thank you, kind gentleman," she teased.
He pulled out a beautiful bouquet of red roses and a neatly wrapped pink present. She smiled and took the offered gifts.
"Do I open it right here or shall we go inside?"
"Since it's so nice out, how 'bout we just sit on the porch swing?"
They sat down and sharder one more kiss before she slowly opened the cover of the pretty pink box.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she saw the contents. He smiled at her 'til he noticed she wasn't smiling back or even looking happy.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
She continued to stare at him 'til he finally peeked into the box. His heart stopped.
In the box was something he had not added.
Glowing red digits were counting down, 00:49:30....00:49:29....00:49:28....00:49:25...00:49:20....
© 2012 Yina
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on January 18, 2012
Last Updated on January 18, 2012
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