Fruit Fluff

Author's Note: This piece is about my fun time on New Year's Eve two years ago. You will figure out what I did that I should not have done in the way that I did.

Have you ever thought about doing something, second guessing it, and then doing it anyway? Well that is basically my idea of decision making in this story. I probably shouldn't have done what I needed to do in the way that I did. As we approached my friends' house on New Year's Eve, all I had been thinking about was the fruit fluff that was in my hands. How excited I was the previous day when my mom had been making it. How it would taste squished up against my taste buds. How the first bite would make me react. Once my friend opened the door, the first thing she laid eyes on was the bowl in my hands. I brought it in the house and set it on the counter. As the night progressed, we had lots of interesting stories to share and things to do. When we gathered our plates with tasty food, we skipped loading up on fruit fluff because we consider that 'dessert' so we ate it last. Morgan and I made our way down to the family room and turned on the T.V. for a while. Once our plates were gone, we headed back upstairs for the mouthwatering fluff. As expected, there was a line to get more food. We waited anxiously in line with the fruit fluff taunting us as it sat there looking delicious. Once we got there, we slapped it on the plate. With eagerness, we headed back downstairs.

You may think that it isn't possible to devour luscious looking food while playing Zumba; you are only half correct. When the game first started, it was pretty easy to manage eating and dancing at the same time. I mean, you are only jumping around. Bringing the fruit fluff downstairs during our game probably wasn't a great idea in the first place. Once we got into harder levels, I had positioned the fluff's plate on the couch to make sure it wouldn't fall over. Sometimes having a fun time dancing and eating aren't exactly the greatest combination. I had gotten a little too excited and suddenly I found myself falling onto the couch. Of all the possible spots to land on the couch, I just had to land right into the fluff. I hadn't really noticed what I had sat in; I jumped back up and started bouncing around again. Morgan had seen the pink blob of fruit fluff on my pants and she told me and then it hit me. I sat in my favorite food. Fortunately, I was sleeping over at her house that night so I just went upstairs to her room to grab my pants. Since nobody else was in the family room with us, I just decided I was going to change down there. Let me tell you in advance; horrible choice on my part. 

Hobbling back downstairs, fruit fluff still covering my pants, I told Morgan what my plan was to just change down there. She said alright, and went into her brother's room which is also down in the family room. I was precisely half-way through changing and wouldn't you know her brother had to come get something from his room at the exact same moment? Frozen, I stood in the middle of the family room stunned with embarrassment. Without thinking, he ran back upstairs as fast as his legs would carry him. I precipitously slid my legs into the pant holes and told Morgan what had happened. She doubled over laughing. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Bradley, about five minutes later had come back downstairs and pointed at me and said, "We never speak of this." Of course I would never tell anyone after all that humiliation. As the night passed on, we never conversed or made eye contact. This was awkward at the time, but in reality, it wasn't after I thought about it; Bradley is basically like a brother to me, only because I have known him for so long. As the night wound down, everything turned out to be just fine between us.