Another Assignment.

Lol--this was fun, another assignment from Creative Writing.
It's supposed to be an argument between a guy and a girl, to try and display that sad little opposition, like how the guy states only facts, never feelings, and the girl is so indirect, it's almost painful... ya. :P this was fun.

*--just a side note, when I came up with names, I was listening to Radio/Video by SOAD. Ha... "Sweet danny and lisa... they take me away from... uhh uh uh..."



The Argument.

“Danny?”
Two friends out for a bite to eat at a local diner one rainy evenings looked up, the man with dark brown hair stopped stirring his drink with his straw when he heard his name called with a high, girlish voice of surprise. His friend—a woman with sandy hair—started with the same deer-in-the-headlights expression. They both looked up from their table, and stared with the same taken aback expression.
The woman who had just turned from the bar, holding a drink of her own in manicured nails, beamed pleasantly down at Danny, her smile bright and white, her burgundy hair full around her pretty face.
“Oh my God, Danny is that you?”
Daniel's jaw almost dropped—both in shock, and in his own too-good-to-be-true fortune.
“Joyce?”
He stood up, almost knocking the chair back off its feet, and pulled Joyce into a tight hug. His drinking-friend turned away, flushing red in the cheeks, and sipped her drink tersely, running a hand through her sandy hair.
Joyce was laughing ecstatic. “How have you been? I haven't seen you forever!”
Daniel pulled from his hug and held Joyce back to get a good look at her.
“I-I don't believe this—I thought you said you were going to New York?”
She beamed and shook her head, burgundy waves bouncing on her shoulders. “Turns out I'm needed back here.”
Her white teeth flashed brilliantly. Daniel smiled back brightly.
Daniel's sandy-haired friend stirred her drink awkwardly, down in her seat. She glanced up at them from beneath her eyebrows.
Joyce let out another laugh, then seemed to notice Daniel's friend she had not yet been introduced to yet. She withdrew from Daniel and smiled lightheartedly, holding out her hand.
“Hi, Joyce Redwood.”
The sandy-haired woman smiled half-halfheartedly, set down her drink heavily, and took her hand.
“Sorry, this is Lisa,” Daniel interjected, slightly flustered, still smiling. “Lisa, this is Joyce.”
Still shaking Lisa's hand, Joyce questioned innocently. “Oh, are you two...?”
Lisa was about to open her mouth, but Daniel interjected once again.
“We're friends from work.” He said it with a grin, and bent over to give Lisa a one armed hug around her shoulders.
“Nice to meet you, Lisa,” Joyce smiled brightly.
Lisa gave her half a smile, glancing at Daniel as he pulled away from her.
Joyce shifted enthusiastically from foot to foot, obviously too happy to stand still, and was about to say something else when a jingle came from her pocket.
“Oh!” She jumped and fumbled for her phone, looking into the caller I.D.
“Um...” She flashed white-toothed smiled at Daniel. “I'd better take this. Hey, nice to see you again Danny.” She was turning away, half way to opening her cell phone, when she added:
“Call me some time.”
She beamed one last time, then walked away.
Lisa stared with wide, exasperated eyes down at her drink as she stirred it slowly.
Daniel, still smiling, let out a deep breath then settled back down next to Lisa. He ran a flustered hand through his hair as he watched Joyce walk away, to the exit of the diner.
“Didn't think I'd run into her,” he laughed. Really, it was too good to be true.
Lisa gritted her teeth.
Just then, the waitress appeared with a platter of their orders—two toasted sandwiches.
They both thanked her as she set them down for them—Daniel, enthusiastically, Lisa, with a half smile that did not reach her eyes.
As Lisa stared at her sandwich, Daniel dug in, unable to keep the smile off his face. He was almost laughing to himself.
About four bites in, Daniel finally looked up, chewing lightheartedly, to look at his friend.
His face half fell. In mid laugh, seeing Lisa poke moodily at her sandwich, he asked:
“What's wrong with you?”
Lisa's eyes flicked up and narrowed. “Nothing.”
Daniel lost the enthusiasm in his chewing. He set his sandwich down and withdrew, sitting up straighter. Napkin wiping his jaw, he questioned nonchalantly, “Did they screw up your sandwich?”
Lisa snorted in disgust and sat back roughly in her chair.
“No they didn't screw up my sandwich!” she snapped back.
Daniel lifted his eyebrows, taken aback. “Then... your drink—”
Lisa slammed a hand to the table and got to her feet, her chair rocking back loudly.
“You're unbelievable!”
Daniel was in mid-chew, staring up at her in shock, as she stormed out the diner.
He blinked once before scrambling to leave the money on the table, along with his half eaten sandwich, and sprint after her.
“Hey!” he yelled after her, pulling his collar around his head as he ran down the bleak, rainy street, Lisa five sidewalk squares ahead of him. She stomped onward, with crossed arms, and ignored him furiously.
“Hey! Lisa, wait up!”
Daniel caught up with her, brown hair sopping with rain-droplets.
“What's wrong with you?” he panted, hurrying to keep up.
Lisa wheeled, furious. “What's wrong with me? You don't even know!”
Daniel, attempting to pull his collar up further up over his head, nodded and answered, “You're right, I don't.”
Lisa looked him up and down in disgust. “Ugh!” She turned on her heel, and stormed off into the rain again.
“Hey! Oh, come on, Lisa, let's get out of this rain!” He ran after her.
Exasperated, throwing her head back to the pouring sky, her sandy hair now a deep brown, turned and walked backwards, shouting, “Did you ever think, just once, how I feel?!”
Daniel panted to keep up with her, rain dripping from his nose. “Ya, all the time!”
“No!” Lisa stopped dead, Daniel almost ran into her. Infuriated, she jabbed him into the chest with her forefinger.
“No you don't!” She shoved him back a step. “You don't—because if you did, you wouldn't have been such an idiot back there!”
Daniel stared at her like she was being possessed. She glowered up at him, ignoring the rain cascading into her eyes.
She shook her head in exasperated disbelief, clenching her jaw, when his expression didn't change from complete confusion.
She took a deep breath and added in a quiet, malicious mutter. “You should think on that.”
She then turned. But Daniel caught her by the arm.
“Enough walking away, alright?” he pleaded. “I'm done chasing you.”
Lisa looked at his arm, biting her lip. She was glad it was raining.
“You have been for some time, haven't you.”
Daniel let out a breath of exasperation. “What's gotten into you?! Lately you've been.... It's like we can't go out to eat without it turning into a huge fight.”
Lisa narrowed her eyes up at him. She shook her head.
“I still can't believe you haven't figured it out yet.”
Daniel sighed and scrutinized her, his brow furrowing in concern. Rain streamed down the fringes of his hair.
“It's Joyce, isn't it.”
Lisa looked down, shaking her head. “Your ex....” she growled moodily.
“Not ex,” Daniel pointed out in a matter of fact way. “She just got back from out of town.”
He couldn't help a smile spread across his face.
Lisa caught it out of the corner of her eye. She looked up, her expression tainting again in disgust. She shook her head furiously. “Ugh!”
She yanked away from his grip, Daniel caught off guard, and stormed off again.
He let out another breath of exasperation, letting his head fall back as she stomped away down the street. “Lisa, come on....”
She didn't look back.
“Lisa!”
She kept walking, arms folding around herself as the rain beat down on her.
He threw out his hands in frustration.
“Why do you even care?!”