(Originally wrote this inspired by someone's prompt on DPP, as I sometimes do, but was happy enough with it to want to share it. Been in more of a writing mood lately.)
Shelly was over on the couch with him only minutes after Kyle, her boyfriend, left for work.
She had a rough pretense of 'being friendly,' and the two of them were watching a movie, but it didn't stop Michael from finding her fawning attention somewhat annoying. The way that her hands were constantly on his arms, the way she brushed up against him accidentally-on-purpose,– all of those little signs that she was interested in him.
It wasn't that she was unattractive. Quite the contrary, Shelly was one of the most attractive girls that Michael knew, and he'd been happy for Ryan right up until he realized what a whore his best friend had started dating. The poor bastard had it bad for her, though, and wasn't listening to reason.
"Can you knock it off," he finally convinced himself to say, giving her a dirty little glance.
She just pouted a little. "What do you mean?"