Shmoking Shelly

Started, but never finished.

Shelly had never been too keen on smokers. In fact she openly opposed to smoking. Shelly attended rallies, protested companies, and even would go up to complete strangers and tell them the hazards of smoking. "Did you know that every time you inhale a puff from you white death stick you take away seven minutes of your life and three minutes of all standing in breathing distance." Shelly was a character alright. People would often get annoyed with her self righteous tone, but you couldn't help, but to love her. For deep down inside everyone knew, Shelly cared about people. She yelled, protested, and do all other random acts of craziness, because she wanted the best for all people.

Shelly was once again leading the protest in front of the Marlboro headquarters in New York, "Selling smokes is such a crime!"

"Selling smokes is such a crime!"

"If you smoke you're gonna die!"

"If you smoke you're gonna die!"

Shelly saw Jéan in the slit of her eye. Dark brown hair tousled and unkempt, but oddly it was in place as it should be. Grey blue eyes, like the last moments before a thunderstorm, when he blinked it was like looking at lightening--majestic. He was tall and broad. His body seemed to encompass the world. From head to toe, he was beautiful.

Shelly strolls toward him with unstable composure and asks, "Hey do you work at this death factory?"

"Excuse me?!"

A bit shocked at his reply, Shelly restates her question, "Do you work here?"

"Oh, no" Jéan says, "I am just taking picture for the newspaper"

"Oh. Okay. Well, would you like a free "smoking kills" button?"

"Um...I guess so."

"Okay! Give me a second to run to my van!" Shelly runs to her van and realizes she is being too eager. She whispers to herself, "Calm down Shelly. He is not the only hot guy you have ever met. You are making a fool of yourself. Breathe."

Shelly dashes back to Jéan, "Here is your button."

"Thanks" Jéan figits with the button for a second unable to get it on.

With eager anticipation Shelly says, "Need help?"

"Yeah, just a little."

Ridiculously nervous she knows she is going to be getting to touch a hot guy, she doesn't know, Shelly does the one thing that calms her down. Talk. "Sorry, These buttons are so hard to get on sometimes. Then again what can one expect when you buy 1,000 buttons for ten dollars. At first I thought it was a good deal--because we are in a recession don't you know--now looking back it was just a waste of money. Especially since they are really sucky buttons....."

Admist her ramble, Jéan let out a "Ouch"

Shelly leaps backwards. "What'd do?"

"You stabbed me in mid-ramble."

Highly humiliated. Shelly pants, "Oh my gah, oh my gah. I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention. I am sorry." Looking at where she pricked him. She sees a line of read making its way through his shirt. "You are bleeding."