Boy Hits Floor - a mini story by Marcus Dobson (c)Project Mayhem


	Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, reciting words to herself.

	Andrea - Umm, Darien... I'm, I'm... damn! We are... damn! I'm never gonna be able to do this. How am I gonna tell him when I can't even believe it myself? *sigh* I guess I should at least try. Maybe I should ease into it or something clever like that. *sigh* This is never gonna work.

	Andrea walked out of the room and haded down the stairs into the living room. Darien was sitting there, reading a catalog. Andrea crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around him slowly. Darien smiled and continued to leer at the catalog.

Andrea - Morning Darien.
Darien - Good morning love.
Andrea - What the hell are you doing? You've been leering at that thing for a while now.
Darien - You ever noticed how all the prices end in 9? It's disturbing.
Andrea - Uh-huh, well I can't say I've ever taken the time to evaluate the ways of a catalog.
	Darien - That's the thing though. It's not just the catalog, it's like that everywhere. If you take the time to think about it, it's relatively stupid.

	Andrea moved from behind Darien and walked around the couch and plopped down next to him. She turned to look at him and put her feet up on him.

Darien - Comfortable?
Andrea - I guess. Now how does this not make sense?
	Darien - OK, pretty much all prices, almost everywhere end in 9. This doesn't make sense. Why not make things easier on themselves and consumers everywhere by adding a penny to the price. This makes the prices more even and it makes buying things more pleasant. Making the prices so odd makes things harder on everyone involved. And what about the penny that's left over as change? I know people who throw pennies in the trash. That's wasting money, literally. Personally this kind of raising in prices is a welcome change.
	Andrea - How is it that I go from the verge of making with the love, to discussing merchant to consumer price difficulties?
Darien - I don't know. But anyway, are you still up for doing my hair?
	Andrea - I guess, are you sure you wanna do this to these long and shiny strands of pure natural goodness?
Darien - You damn right.

	Andrea walked upstairs with Darien and they went into the bathroom. Over the hour that they were in there Andrea braided dreaded, wrapped and colored Darien's chest-length hair. He now had a head full of long, straight, chest-length dreads. 5 of which were dyed red and wrapped with red twine. Darien looked at himself in the mirror when she had finished and was amazed at how he looked. A wide smile came across his face as he jumped and moshed. He rushed and hugged Andrea , squeezing her tightly.

Darien - This is perfect! I love it. Thank you my love!
Andrea - I must say, you definitely look good. Hey umm, Darien...
Darien - yeah?
Andrea - I'm uh, I, uh...
Darien - You're hungry? Tired? Bored?
Andrea - No no no... I'm, uh... umm
Darien - You're what?
Andrea - I'm.... I.... We're...
Darien - ...yes...
Andrea - I'm, pregnant!

	Darien turned white as a ghost all of a sudden and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he dropped to the floor and passed out.

Andrea - Oh boy... or girl...