One shots

Scene 9

Chris began to wonder the wisdom of this trip. He dropped his head defeatedly as he snuck toward the imposing mansion in front of him. From the dark behind him he could hear the snickers of his football teammates. He threw his arm behind him, flipping them the bird. The snickers turned to outright laughter as they jeered him on. Chris ignored them and ran a frustrated hand through his already messy brown hair. He looked up at the ominous home before him and sighed. Never make a bet you can’t win, he thought. A light flickered on in one of the windows on the main floor.

Chris hit the ground in a panic, afraid of what might befall him should he be discovered. Never make a bet you can’t win. Chris once again heard the laughter from his friends as they watched him. He shook his head angrily, never make a bet you can’t win. He began to army crawl up the large lawn toward the house, not knowing what to expect. Popping up from the grass, Chris walked along the path in front of the house while he dusted himself off of any grass that may have decided to stick around for the ride. Chris straightened his shirt, squared his shoulders, sucked in a deep breath, and knocked on the heavy wooden front door. Never make a bet you can’t win, he chanted repeatedly in his head. After tonight Chris had learned his lesson, a lesson he would not soon forget. Upon hearing no movement from the other side of the door, Chris moved in to knock on the door once more. He looked up at the full moon above him, kicking himself for losing such a stupid bet.

“What are you looking at?” A soft voice purred in front of him. Chris jumped backward as his attention was drawn to the door, though no one was there. The voice belonged to the small woman in front of him. She was smiling happily and looking at him with a curious expression. She couldn’t have been more than 20, with long chestnut brown hair and emerald green eyes. She was significantly smaller than Chris who stood proudly at six feet four inches. Her head was tilted to the side as she looked at him. Chris regained his senses and quickly thought of a reply.

“Yes, I was wondering if you would like to buy a University of Kentucky football coupon card?” He said awkwardly, shuffling through his jeans pocket to find one. The woman squinted her eyes up at Chris, making him squirm awkwardly where he stood.

“Sure! I’d love to!” She replied with a big beautiful smile. Chris was struck dumb when she grabbed his free hand and pulled him into the entryway of the grand residence. Chris struggled to keep his jaw from dropping as he absorbed the grand marble flooring which continued into an elaborate staircase.

“Do, uh- Do you live here?” Chris asked before he could stop himself. The woman turned in the middle of the entryway to look at him as if he had just asked if the world had stopped turning, because to Chris it had.

“Of course I live here silly.” She smiled warmly at him. “Now stay here while I go get my purse.” Chris stood frozen in his spot, unable to peel his eyes away from the beautiful world he had just stepped into.

“Who the hell are you?” An angry male voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Chris felt fear shoot through his body as he glanced upward. Never make a bet you can’t win.