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Her fork was poised, ready to attack the dessert. “I’m sure they make it easier, but I wouldn’t be able to handle the lack of freedom. Like, what do you if you wake up in the middle of the night craving a piece of cake or pie?”

Thinking back, I had had many times where I stood in the glow of my refrigerator, warring with myself if an unhealthy snack was worth an extra half hour of burpees. Most of the time, it wasn’t.

“I don’t know, I made sure to always have protein shakes and whatnot on hand so hopefully I wouldn’t be too tempted.”

Lucy made a snoring sound. “Bor-ing,” she dragged out, but smiled and nudged my shoulder. “Ok, so you ate like a monk for almost a decade. What do you normally do for fun? In your spare time, if you get any.”

I thought about her question as I took the last bite of my burger. “Read. Watch my favorite movies, try and escape a little.”

“What’s your favorite movie?” She took another bite, her chewing slowing down. But only slightly.

“Return of the Jedi,” I admitted slowly, realizing that perhaps I was in fact a nerd at heart.

“Is that one of those Star Space movies?”

I laughed at her nonchalant inquiry, waiting for her to guffaw at her bad joke. But she didn’t. Did she really not know about Star Wars?

“StarWars,” I gently corrected. “It’s the last one of the original movies before they made the prequels.”

“Right, right. StarWars…my sister dragged me to that thing they opened in Disneyland. I didn’t get it. What’s so great about it?”

What wasn’t great about it? I fell backwards, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Well, for one, the trilogy was a cinematic masterpiece when it came out, not to mention the classic tale of good versus evil, unforgettable characters, and…”

When I grew quiet, I heard the clank of the fork on the plate and then the bed shift. She sat next to me on her knees, regarding me quizzically.

“And what?”

“It’s nothing…”

She slapped my bare chest playfully. “What? You’re all shy…just tell me.”

There was no point to deny it or beat around the bush. “Well, Princess Leia was a fucking babe in that movie.”

Lucy’s eyes grew big and she tilted her head waiting for more of an explanation. I rolled to my side and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, googling a picture of the famous metal bikini.

“Jesus, sheissmokin’,” Lucy agreed, pinching the screen to zoom in. “But why are you shy about it?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just a huge topic of objectification, but the truth is that I was at a very impressionable age when I saw it for the first time, and well…”

Lucy started to snort-laugh. “Oh my god! She was your first spank bank image, huh?”

I could feel heat start to creep up my neck, but it was hard not to laugh with her. I was an adolescent boy at the time, and I knew for a fact that I was not the only one who had a crush on Carrie Fisher growing up.

“You realize you owe me now, right?” I pointed out, pulling her to my lap.

“Does it involve sex, ’cause, just for the record, I’d be willing to participate in that…” She wriggled in my arms, but I held tight.

“No. We’re doing a Star Wars marathon and you will see why my dreams were riddled with Leia.” And then a thought drifted to me. “You already like the movies subconsciously,” I told her matter-of-factly.

Her nose screwed up in confusion. “Please tell me how. This should be interesting.”

“In the shower. Right before you came. You said, and I quote, ‘So good. You feel.’”

“You lost me, dude.”

“You spoke Yoda and you didn’t even know it.”

She groaned up at me. “I don’t know what that means, but if we’re going to be in this for the long haul tonight, keep the pizza comin’.”

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