- Think of a scent
- Write all words/phrases associated with it
- Write a scene with the same emotions
Words/Phrases: Her, high school, band bus, color guard room, skipping class, taste, cake, frosting, firsts
Jenny was mid-sentence when she caught a whiff of the perfume. She paused and looked around for the source. It was like dessert… Sugary, sweet, frosted cake dessert. But Dianna was nowhere to be seen.
“You okay?” Sean asked to draw Jenny back to the conversation.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, fine. I just thought – Never mind. What was I saying?” Jenny flushed. Dianna had this effect on her; even when she wasn’t there.
“Something about going out with me this weekend?” Sean said, pulling up on the end to make it a question. He wasn’t quite confident enough to pull off just telling her.
Jenny smiled but she shook her head. “I’m sorry. I started seeing someone.”
“Oh, sure.” Sean tried to play off his disappointment. Of course. Jenny was seeing someone. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in class later?”
“Um, I think I’m gonna skip today, actually. I don’t feel like pretending to care about computers.”
Jenny fought the urge to ruffle Sean’s hair as she walked away. He just looked like a defeated little kid. He asked her out at least once a week. This time, though, she’d been able to give him more than just an “I’m busy” response. Even though she had been busy. Busy hanging out with Dianna. They’d been testing the waters. Exploring their depths.
Jenny stepped into the band hall and cast her eyes around to see who was in the room. No blonde hair stood out to her. She crossed the room and went into the color guard room. And there she was. Sprawled on the floor with a book open in front of her.
“Hey,” Jenny said. The scent of vanilla perfume filled her nose and she felt a little dizzy.
“What’s up?” Dianna flashed her brilliant smile up at Jenny and patted the floor next to her.
“I was hoping to find you here. No math today?”
“Not for me there isn’t.”
Jenny laughed as she sat down. “No computer for me either. I’d rather hang out with you.”
“Don’t be compromising your GPA for little ol’ me.” Dianna teased and pushed against Jenny’s leg, hand lingering on her thigh.
“You’re more important.” Jenny rested her hand on top of Dianna’s and fought to keep the blush from her cheeks. “Whatcha reading?”
“Hamlet. For class.” Dianna flipped the book closed. “Wanna make out instead?”
Cookies, and cake, and all things sweet filled her mind as Dianna leaned into her for a kiss. The aroma enveloped them and Jenny became intoxicated with it. With Dianna.