Skittles and Science (contest entry)

I cannot believe Wes tricked me into signing up for the Kissing Booth. I most definitely did not want to kiss random strangers, for a dollar no less. God, I'm going to feel like a prostitute.

As I walked behind the red and white little stand where I had to sit, a women around her thirties greeted me with the utmost kindness. Maybe a little too much kindness.

"Oh, darling, I'm so glad you're here! Harriett was getting tired and we needed a replacement for her. Oh, dear me! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Delores, but you can just call me DD." She smiled brightly at me, and I found that she was actually comfortable to be around. She had dirty blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, dark blue eyes and she was a little big, but it didn't really matter. She wore a nice red shirt, that had the words 'Kissing Booth' on it, and a pair of Jean's with sneakers. Unlike her, I decided to wear a frilly skirt with blue and green painted flowers, along with a white collared shirt and blue hoodie. With only black flats on my feet, I knew that my legs were going to get cold when my time was up. DD glanced at her clipboard.

"You must be Reyna! Okay, well, just step inside right there and sit down, and the rules are a dollar for a kiss on the cheek, no more, no less. We don't want our women to get harassed now." She chuckled, looking back at her clipboard on that last part. Harassed?! Has that happened before? Oh sweet baby jesuss, I'm going to get sexually harassed?! What if they kidnap me, or want more than just a kiss and want to take me with them....

Okay, Reyna, calm down. There are millions of people at the fair, no one will miss a girl being kidnapped or harassed.

Yeah but they might not be able to hear me scream with all this racket. Ugh, why me?! No, wait. Why Wes?! Why did you trick me?! I thought we were friends...

After sucking it up, I pushed myself into the Booth, smoothing my skirt down as I sat on a very uncomfortable stool. There was a jar by my right elbow that said, 'one dollar per kiss', and that was pretty much it.

Before Harriett had stepped out before, there weren't many people lined up, and not much money in the jar. But once people saw me, they started lining up faster than a van full of fat kids passing a candy store. There were a lot of fat kids.

Most were pretty good looking, some were arrogant and would want a free kiss, but I stood my ground and they either ended up paying or left. There were a few really sweet old men that looked like they were very smart, so I gave them my best smile and masked my boredom, and how much I didn't want to be here. They were really sweet and would tell me small little momentous of their past and I watched with content as their eyes glazed over, reliving their past memories.

It got me thinking about what would happen in my future. Would I get married? Have children? Would I have a good job? Would I be one of those people that wanted to throw a stapler at their bosses head? But most importantly, would I be happy? I couldn't help but wonder if Wes would be in my future. Who would he be to me? A friend? A foe? Or would he be married, with kids? The thought made me upset for some reason, and I didnt get why.

As I was staring off into space, I didn't notice the last person in line, a little boy that came up and set a dollar on the Booth. I looked down and saw that he just reached the tables height, and his hair was almost white, like duck fluff. He looked up and his eyes were really blue, his cheeks tinted a pink color. He had overalls on with a white long sleeved shirt underneath. I smiled at him.

"And what's your name?" I asked sweetly, getting his cheeks to turn pinker. I chuckled.

"Timmy." He murmered, and I couldt help but coo at him in my head. He was just too cute.