Cooties
A short fic by anime_angel2000
D/C: I do not own any mentioned characters or chess. Thank you.
A/N: It was late. It is still late. Dammit, don't you think
once you passed midnight, it would get earlier? Oh well, see if you
can guess the narrator!
Oh, the things you think
about during a boring lesson. I have no other purpose today but to
daydream. And, oh, the topics I can go over!
She kissed me yesterday. I guess
it wouldn’t have been so bad, except... well, I guess, to say it
short, I’m still trying to get over the whole girls have cooties thing.
About 15, you start wondering about this. Do they really have cooties?
Could the evil, demonic girls that used to hit us incessantly with their
dolls now actually be batting their eyes at us, following us in halls,
and giggling about us behind our backs? Maybe when they turn 14,
they suddenly lose the disease that turns them into kaijuu? And if
so, when do boys shake cooties? When can you tell? Is it when
a girl kisses you that you realize that you no longer have cooties?
I remember how Hermione snapped at me when she reminded me that she was
a girl.
Ha! Like I could ever
forget it? Every second, for possibly longer than I’ve even known
her, I’ve longed for her touch, prayed that she would look at me with those
innocent, beautiful eyes with the gaze she saved only for Viktor Krum.
I don’t really think that she would have been too happy, though, if I just
went up and told her that I wouldn’t let her see him because I loved her.
Maybe it would have made a difference, at least.
But then, just as
I start thinking about this whole cootie thing, she works up the nerve
to haul off and kiss me. And right in the middle of a chess game!
If I were a romantic sod I might think it sweet, what with the snow falling
outside the window, and the warm fire being the only source of light.
Being the insensitive teenage boy that I am, however, I was just glad no
one was there to tease me later.
Though maybe it was a good
thing, after all. I could challenge her to another game of chess.
After all, if she does have cooties, maybe they’re not such a bad thing
to catch, after all.