So, because I'm home from university for the rest of the year, I decided to get involved in my hometown high school's drama club, as an assistant director and stage hand. Anyway, another guy that was in my grad class is home now as well (everyone seems to be migrating back home now...must be me! ha ha.) and is helping as well. We'll say his name is...Liam. Anyway, he's super-tall, and likes to poke fun at the fact that I'm extremely petite. (As does my boyfriend now...the silly goose!) The other day, after all the students had left after the play practice, we were busy re-arranging the stage and getting the set organized for the play. He passed me a few blankets, and asked me to set them on top of a shelf, and then turned away to move a table across the stage. I turned to him after a few minutes of struggling to reach the top of the shelf, laughing.
"I can't reach!" I said, and he smiled, walking over to me.
"Give it another try, shorty." He said, smirking down at me, standing up on my tip-toes with my arms stretched as far as they'll go above my head and still not making it close to getting the blankets on top of the shelf. He playfully gave me a poke in the side, and I shrieked and dropped the blankets, latching my arms down by my sides.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, frowning, and gave him a light smack on the shoulder. "Not nice!" I added, bending down to retrieve the blankets, and going back to my pathetic attempt at placing the blankets on top of the shelf. He gave me another poke in the side, and my reaction was the same.
"Wait, wait, wait." He said, laughing. "I should have remembered. You're basically the most ticklish person on the face of the earth." He said, and I shot him a small glare, trying again, with much determination, to get those damn blankets on top of the shelf. I screamed again when two hands took place on my sides, spidering up and down, and threw the blankets at him.
"Put away your own damn blankets!" I exclaimed, laughing, and walked off to find another job that didn't involve leaving my sides completely exposed.
"I can't reach!" I said, and he smiled, walking over to me.
"Give it another try, shorty." He said, smirking down at me, standing up on my tip-toes with my arms stretched as far as they'll go above my head and still not making it close to getting the blankets on top of the shelf. He playfully gave me a poke in the side, and I shrieked and dropped the blankets, latching my arms down by my sides.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, frowning, and gave him a light smack on the shoulder. "Not nice!" I added, bending down to retrieve the blankets, and going back to my pathetic attempt at placing the blankets on top of the shelf. He gave me another poke in the side, and my reaction was the same.
"Wait, wait, wait." He said, laughing. "I should have remembered. You're basically the most ticklish person on the face of the earth." He said, and I shot him a small glare, trying again, with much determination, to get those damn blankets on top of the shelf. I screamed again when two hands took place on my sides, spidering up and down, and threw the blankets at him.
"Put away your own damn blankets!" I exclaimed, laughing, and walked off to find another job that didn't involve leaving my sides completely exposed.
