The Lemonade Stand

The Lemonade Stand

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It was a Tuesday when the duck first appeared. Cliff adjusted his apron and tried not to sweat through his collar. This summer had already broken records. But Cliff was a professional. He didn't complain. He didn't expect customers this early. He just liked being out. The quiet hum of suburbia waking up, the hum of the fridge behind him, the cicadas just beginning their ceaseless sermon-he liked it all. Predictable. Comforting. Until he heard the soft slap-slap-slap of webbed feet. Cliff blinked. There it was. A duck. Bright yellow, almost too clean for a bird that waddled straight out of nowhere. Beady black eyes. Orange bill. It stopped in front of the stand, looked up, and spoke. "Got any grapes?" Cliff stared. "No," he said slowly. "This is a lemonade stand. Want some lemonade?" The duck blinked. Then, without a word, turned around and waddled away. {Disclaimer: This story was generated by ChatGPT}
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"You've got to be kidding me." I whispered. "Sorry didn't get the name, kitten." He smirked. None other than the Ross Lynch stood in front of me. The girl he was recently sucking faces with stood behind him, her small shirt that could be a bra and shorts that had her butt hanging out made her look ugly with her caked face and stilettos. "I-I was j-just leaving." I looked up to his 6'0 foot frame. His smirk grew more, his dark eyes boring into my soul. "Why so early? we were just getting started." I gulped. "Lets just leave." the girl said. Ross didn't even move, his eyes still fixed on mine. "You can leave." he called out to the girl. She snorted, smacking her gum and walking out the door. The next thing I know, I'm pressed up against the wall. Ross' lips above my ear, with his hands sitting on my hips. I instinctively placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him back. "Why so distant?" he whispered, gently rubbing his nose up and down around my right ear. My body went stiff, me not being used to this sort of attention from a guy. Little low the bad boy. "Kitten?" Ross breathed. Suddenly, I felt cold. Looking over, I saw Ross had moved to leave the room. He turned to look at me for a second, showing me his smirk. Than he walked out, leaving me with my racing heart and heavy breaths. Zenas White was the nerd of the school. She always turned in her work on time, and stayed out of trouble. Because of this, her wealthy parents bought her own place to live. Enter in Ross Lynch, the bad boy. He never did any work, never listened, never took "no" for an answer, and never stayed with the same girl twice. But after a bet made with his friend, Joel, that he couldn't get Zenas to give him her V-card, Ross attempts to prove him wrong. Zenas knows of his "charms", not wanting anything to do with the bad boy, she avoids him at all costs. But than the unthinkable happens, they start developing feelings...for each other. Inspired by the movie "She's All That".

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