cunctator
[kuhngk-tey-ter]
1. a procrastinator; delayer.
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“Billy, have you done your homework yet?”
“Not
yet mom!” Billy called back through the
closed door.
“Well,
make sure it gets done!”
“Sure
thing!”
Billy
rolled his eyes. He would do his
homework when he was good and ready to do it.
At that moment though, he had more important things to do.
Her
name was Cindy, and she lived three towns over.
Even so, things between them had gotten pretty heavy. Well, as heavy as two teenagers chatting
online could get anyway.
They
were currently in the middle of a particularly engaging chat session. Billy was even waiting for the chance to take
their relationship to the next level: video chatting. His friends had warned him against this, of
course. They said Cindy might not be a
16 year old girl like she said she was.
She could be an old guy sitting in a basement somewhere. Billy was certain she was the genuine article
though. She had sent him her picture, and
when he searched for it online, it proved to be unique. That was proof enough for him. She was also really, really pretty.
During their
chat, he saw it. A perfect chance to pop
the question. He eagerly type out his
request to Skype with her. Before he
could hit the enter key though, a loud knocking interrupted him.
“Billy,
are you doing your homework yet?” His
mom asked from the other side of the door.
“No,
not yet.” Billy admitted. He had considered telling her was indeed
doing homework, but opted against it.
She would tell he was lying. She
always knew.
“Why
not?”
“Because
I’m busy, mom!” He shouted.
“Busy
doing what?”
“Stuff.”
“What
kind of stuff?”
“Important
stuff.” A brief pause.
“All
right, have it your way. I’ll give you
twenty more minutes to finish whatever it is your doing. After that, you had better be doing homework.”
Another
eye roll. She being unreasonable
again. It wasn’t like math or history
would be changing any time soon. Cindy
was way more important. He could
actually see her. Well, he would once he
started video chatting with her. He
would even be able to meet her in person.
He just needed a car. And a
driver’s license. But once he had those
he would make meeting Cindy his top priority.
Unfortunately,
thanks to his mom’s interruption, the moment had passed. He had lost his chance to ask for the coveted
video chat. He deleted his question and
replaced it with an apology, explaining the reason for the delay in his response. Cindy seemed to accept it. She was great. And really pretty, too.
Billy
looked for any opportunity to ask her to video chat with him, but none
came. He didn’t mind too much. There would be other opportunities to
ask.
“Homework?” Came his mom’s voice from the other side of
the door.
Billy
started to panic. He looked at the
time. Sure enough, twenty minutes had
passed since she last checked in on him.
He gave a parting word to Cindy and scrambled to find a book. His mom did not like his silence.
“All
right, that’s it.” She said. The door opened, and his mom came in, not
looking very happy.
“M-mom!” Billy cried out.
He
tried to get her to leave, but she remained firmly planted in his bedroom. It only took her a second to see what he had
been doing. She was not happy with him,
and was quite ready to voice her displeasure.
Billy slumped on his bed and waited for Hurricane Mom to pass. He already knew what the problem was. The problem was that she just didn’t get
it. How could she? She was a mom.
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There are few things more important to a teenage boy than a teenage girl. Food is probably one of them, but not by much. Anyone who's been a teenage boy will understand this perfectly well. I'm sure teenage girls have a much different point of view on the matter.
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