The Big Three This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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“What event triggered the Cuban missile crisis?”

My study buddy looked from his paper to me with those eyes – the eyes of Dorian Gray. “I guess Princeton Review doesn't see the irony of putting ‘trigger' and ‘missile crisis' in the same question,” he added.

I answered with a coquettish laugh and, of course, the correct answer: the Bay of Pigs invasion. I knew the answers to all these questions. It's not like I suggested the idea of a study session because I had difficulty remembering the events of the Kennedy administration.

“Who was the Soviet premier during the Cuban missile crisis?” His voice had a curious, musical ring to it like some character in a black and white movie you could never quite place.

“Khrushchev.” You would want to hear more of that voice … like the first ten seconds of a JFK speech, before the whole nasal rasp becomes too much.

“Spell Khrushchev.” Ha! My little Cape Cod golden boy was challenging me.

“The AP exam doesn't take off for spelling.” I looked him straight in the eyes – eyes that happened to be mere inches from mine. Thank you, Aphrodite, for making small tables at coffee houses everywhere.

“I want to see if you know it.”

I stared into the tangoing twirls of blue and silver in his eyes. They should have been strands of cotton candy, but something told me they were the current of an eddy waiting to pull me in. Once you're gone, you're gone.

“K.” But the whites of his eyes were crossed with little red veins.

“H.” Did he have trouble sleeping last night?

“R.” Or was he with her last night?

“U.” No, they broke up. He's single now, but blond boy's out of my league.

“S.” It's a challenge. Does that mean I should go for it?

“C.” I wouldn't know how.

“H.” Won't he just disappear from my life when the semester ends?

“E.” Not if I play this right.

“V.” What the hell, you only live once.

He stared at me for a moment, and I couldn't breathe but didn't care to; who needs oxygen when you have so much adrenalin in your veins there's barely room for blood?

“So close,” he said in a low voice. His voice is even better than his eyes. For a moment I wondered if he would lean in and kiss me. “But you forgot an H.”

Figures I would do something to ruin it. No kiss for me. I guess spelling the names of Soviet premiers isn't something guys consider a turn-on.

“This one's easy,” he said.

Something easy? It must not be kissing me.

“Name the Big Three.”

The Big Three … somehow my mind was clear on this one. It wasn't that the answer was clear, but my mind was clear like the kind of stream some obnoxiously perfect lyrical unicorn would drink from. For a mini-eternity I didn't think about the mounds of work I still had to do, the fact I was manipulating him to spend time with me, or those damn eyes. I thought of nothing … peace. The only three words that came to my head were “I love you.”

“Don't you know the Big Three?”

There were those eyes again. Stalin must have had captivating eyes, but in a different way. In these eyes there was concern … but only concern that I didn't know the answer. In them I saw his dreams, his amazement, his past loves, his cats … but was there anything for me?

“The Big Three are Stalin, Roosevelt, and Churchill.” With each name I couldn't help but feel my words betrayed them all. But it was the correct answer, and logically the only answer. Still, I couldn't look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” My God, he was teasing me! Of all the questions he decided to make me second guess myself on, he had to pick this one.

Bastard. Blond handsome bastard. He was also playing me.

“Well, what other Big Three is there?” I asked in my most seductive voice. Those years of theater had to pay off sometime. I twirled a bit of curly hair around my finger. He loved my curly hair, so unlike his.

His eyes were staring into mine and I stared right back. Was I FDR and he Stalin, or the other way around? There was a flicker of something in those cotton-candy eyes and I knew he wasn't Stalin.

“I love you.” The words that slipped from his lips were barely audible.

“I love me too.” I bet no one had ever said that to a Kennedy before. But I hadn't won yet. “In fact, I love me almost as much as I love you.”

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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PaRaNoRmAl627 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 6, 2011 at 3:02 pm
aww, this is adorable! the "i love you" was so unexpected, but I was so happy he said it!
TeaCat said...
Mar. 6, 2011 at 10:26 am
I love this story! It's really original, I've never heard anything like this before.
RedheadAtHeart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 17, 2011 at 6:22 pm

Omg so cute! I love how clever she is. Beautifully written. (I loved the Khrushchev part!)

Will you check out some of my work, too? :)

PiaHainz said...
Feb. 5, 2011 at 2:51 pm
story's qute! u should read my stuff sumtime!
claudiathewho This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 21, 2011 at 12:09 pm
This is an excellent story. I love it. And, to be honest, it's something I wish I could have written. Well done.
PoetLaureate07 said...
Jan. 1, 2011 at 10:09 pm
i love this!! there is no doubt about that!!!
reenay_95 said...
Dec. 30, 2010 at 9:50 pm
i liked the history motif =]
SecretSasha said...
Dec. 10, 2010 at 10:30 am
This story was so good! I love the imagery and the emotions. It was so sweet! Are you going to write a second part to it? Like what the boy replys to her comment? Anyways, I loved it!
annexgrey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 10, 2010 at 2:03 am

This is so sweet and very well written!

I especially liked comparing his eyes to Dorian Gray and the bit with the spelling :) 

mybestfriendisJesus said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 10:25 pm
i think it was really good! But, i try to stay away from stories like this for personal reasons...
smilesunshine said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 9:53 pm
I love this. The characters teasing is so great, it's like two best friends when they tease each other and they are too afraid to say a word about their feelings for each other. Wow!! That is so awesome! Great job, keep writing!!! :)
lexicaroline said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 8:07 pm
Wow. I am jealous. This is awesome. You should definately feel proud. :) Congrats. You have blown my dress up, and I'm not even wearing a dress.
AlwaysandForever said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 5:35 pm


all I can say! One of the best stories ive read on here! It was AMAZING. Pleease keep writting!

ErisRose said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 3:26 pm
I loved this story! I want something like this to happen to me. Check out my work if you get a chance
TryingToBeNaturallyMe said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 2:48 pm
What a daydream!!! This was very descriptive. It has all those things they tell to do in english; details, description, engaging the audience, and most importantly tone. Good Job! I love the line about JFK's nasal voice..
djwhat5 said...
Dec. 8, 2010 at 10:03 am
this is a very good story and i like it alot
Oranges_24 said...
Nov. 29, 2010 at 6:14 pm
awwwww how adorable i just LOVE it i mean how cute is that!? so cute awwwwwwwwww
i_want_u_2_luv_me said...
Nov. 28, 2010 at 2:00 pm
I love the last line!!!
awesomeaugust This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 20, 2010 at 10:08 am
Wow! That was really, really good! I remember reading it in the print magazine and thinking about it later on, but not being able to find it. I couldn't believe it when I clicked on your username. Thanks for commenting on "Defying Love" but only one complaint: Write more! 
WritingJulia This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 16, 2010 at 5:56 pm
Such a cool username!  Amazing work too! :)
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