He's OCHRE! He sparkles! OOOooooh!
Episode 7: Thumbs Up for Merpires
Ellba jerked awake, the dream dissolving into nothingness. She sat up, looking around in alarm, but didn't see anyone waiting around to kill her. It was kind of a disappointment; she was starting to think that she'd have to take out a hit on herself if she ever wanted to get some action. But in the meantime she settled back down, cushioning her head on the rubbery side of the baby pool. Even though Ward had left some time during the night, it still smelled like him.
She licked it, and it tasted like fish sticks. Just like when they kissed.
Her baby pool lickery was interrupted by the honking of a horn; Ward was waiting in the driveway. She jumped out of the pool and dried off quickly, throwing on some clothes. When she made it out to the car, he said, "Um... Ellba? You're still wearing the Saran Wrap."
"Oh. It's... uh, a fashion statement."
"That's one word for it."
They made their way through the almost-deserted streets of Spork. It was a small town; this had less to do with the cruddy weather and more to do with the fact that people didn't want to live in a town named after a plastic eating implement with a personality disorder.
"Ward?" said Ellba, as they pulled into the Spork High School parking lot. "I want to be a merpire."
"Not this again." He rolled his perfect ochre eyes, and her heart went pitty-pat just watching it. "I told you before--"
"You don't understand. I want to be with you. I'll do anything. I'll... I'll thumb wrestle you for it."
"Thumb wrestle you. If I win, you have to make me a merpire. If you win," she paused, swallowing with effort, "I'll quit asking."
"You don't know what you're asking." His shoulders shook with the effort of containing his emotions, and he held out his thumb. "As if you could outrun my thumb!" His hand moved so fast it was a blur, and before she took a single breath, he tweaked her nose. "Or even fight my thumb off!" His hand grabbed hers, and in a flash she was pinned.
"I'm not afraid of you, Ward. Or your thumb." Ellba tried to grasp his hand, but he pulled away. "You sparkle. You really ought to be a calendar pinup."
"Yeah," he said, resigned. "You sound like that Carrie girl who keeps writing me emails. Let's go to school."