Optical Allusionist

Who's YOUUURR comfort juice? This happened to be the question Elise asked Chalice, concerning Jason (the kid who sits next to the 7 of us girls at lunch) :) It was an ENTIRELY odd moment, that ended up going way too far. In fact, if you're in for a humorous, extensive story, this is what I wrote for my anecdotal journals for English:

WARNING: eventual allusions of PG-13 material ... accidental allusions that were easy to infer.... which probably means they shouldn't be called "allusions", but I'm thinking too hard. Don't think too hard, here, either.

Jason had become the latest “hot topic” for lunch. He was the only boy in our group of eight lunch-kids, and the guy that seemed perfect for Stacy, attractive for Chalice, and my next first choice for a date. Chalice is in my ward, and so that Wednesday night we talked about maybe me wanting to go on a date with him. She's entirely indifferent to everyone of the male gender, and, when asked if she thought him “cute”, she'd laugh and say “I don't know! Why?” Thursday brought another lunch-time fantasia of laughter from her when Elise, who was in the loop but also indifferent, asked, smiling and bobbing her brow, “Is he your comfort juice?” Chalice, who was sipping from her juice box, nearly spurted juice all over Jason, who was oblivious to what Elise was hinting at. Stacy, listening to Jason talk, laughed at a joke of his, and signaled that she was unsure of what to think about the burst of laughter. I turned to Elise who was sitting next to me and asked, discreetly, if she thought Stacy and Jason would go well together. She looked at the both of them. Her eyes shot open, and her mouth erupted in laughter.
Stephanie stopped us all and asked, “What are we doing for Friday?” Every Friday we would bring a table cloth, and each of us would bring a food item to share with each other. We hadn't been doing that well with planning, and Stephanie wanted us to get a good start... even though it was still Thursday. Rebecca suggested playfully that we should all go to Stacy's conveniently-close house for lunch. I wasn't partial to the idea since I lunch work, and would get there late enough to scarf my food, and leave for school again. Jason perked up at once and said “Oh, yes, let's go to Stacy's house!!” Elise, in somewhat of a fit of confusion muttered, “But she doesn't have her room clean.” My eyes shot open and my head jerked around, mouth gaping as I rechecked my memory, trying to understand (in an appropriate setting) what she could have been implying.
“What?!” I gasped. She had gone too far. She paused for a moment, unsure of what I was asking. Her response came in a suddenly-straight posture and jerk of her head.
“How horrid! That's not what I meant! How could you infer something like that?!” I came to my own defense, and the argument immediately intensified into a high-pitched, rapid succession of machine-gun fire, each sure the other was at fault. The only kind of attacks a girl could make. The table stopped to listen to our nonsensical argument, and each onlooker in turn would give the expected “Okaaaaaaayy.....” Hesitant laughter trickled through the audience, as we began to die down. The discussion continued, trying to figure out who was to bring what. Elise and I would occasionally say things like, “You implied it, so it was easy to infer it.” or “How horrid! My goodness!” but were otherwise peaceful. Jason offered the suggestion of Italian, to which Elise burst up with laughter once more. Not quite up with her sense of lingo, I went back to my food, snickering at this whole “comfort juice” situation. Afterwards, Chalice approached Elise and I and asked what we'd been speaking about. Trying to explain enough to appease her, I said “Well... it sort of had to do with last night at mutual--” Elise broke open in guffaws, and asked “Was it combined?!” I gave her an incredulous glare and grinned. What a funny girl...


And for some odd reason, this conversation reminds me of Erin, and that "love letter" she, and I and Chalice, and Bethany, and... hmmm, anybody else? probably. Lauren? was she there that year? ... nO, i think she'd gone. ANYWAYS, at Youth Conference, we wrote a mysterious secret admirer letter for Derek. It's very funny. It was an odd way to... well, I think Erin was getting back at him- something to do with a pillow, and someone poking somebody else with a pin. Erin's a funny girl... so is bethany... and chalice... Hahaha, and Derek, but he's a funny BOY, not a girl... speaking of which, what happened to five second electrons, derek, maboy? ...That sort of came out wrong- I was just noticing the other day how often you used to cite it until Bethany left, and, well, if Freud were here, he'd psychoanalyze you for that up and down and straightways back. Anyways, probably shouldn't do that on here... Your subconscious may get more embarrassed than it is right now.