Tag: Nick does BoingAlert

As Jennifer ran towards him after his successful dunk, Nick’s mind was a blur, and most of the myriad thoughts racing through his head were some variation on the idea that he had never, ever, in his entire life, kissed a girl. The nervous sickness that he had banished before the attempt had returned in…

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“Where’s Nick anyway?” Jake asked the assembled group of friends who were sitting in the bleachers, waiting for the pep rally to start. “It’s like he doesn’t even want to see the cheerleaders bounce around and do flips. That’s like the best part.” Jake lecherously eyed the perkily hopping cheer members, who were attempting to…

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It was past midnight, and the park was quiet. Nick stood in front of the basketball hoop with a ball in his hands, but didn’t move. This was the first test. Had his months of hard work and strict adherence to the workout plan paid off? He would soon find out, and the thought made…

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“Oh my god Jenny! There’s no way you think Nick’s cute!” “I didn’t say that,” Jennifer replied to her chatty, sometimes-annoying friend Amanda. “I just thought it was nice that he offered to help me with my math homework.” “He’s such a nerd,” Amanda said dismissively, looking over at the lunch table where Nick and…

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The first BoingAlert workout was quite possibly the least enjoyable half-hour of Nick’s life. After he had finally muscled his bed and desk out of immediate range of his television, Nick had gone right to the first exercise of the DVD without any special preparation and without even changing out of his everyday jeans and…

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“You guys totally though I wouldn’t go through with it, but I did it,” Nick announced proudly, setting his tray down with more emphasis than needed and taking his seat at the lunch table with his friends. “No way you asked Jennifer out,” said Dan, shaking his head in disbelief as he glanced over to…

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Nick walked into his house and immediately headed up the stairs to his bedroom, where he flung his backpack carelessly on the floor. There was homework in there waiting to be completed, but Nick had a getting-home-from-school routine that could not be bypassed. A routine which involved logging on to his computer and settling down…

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“There she goes again. Jennifer,” the pimply, overweight high school sophomore said in a dreamy voice as the object of his unconfessed adoration walked by with her group of friends. “Man, Nick, you got it bad,” said the boy’s friend, whose name was Dan. “Every time she walks by, you forget to keep chewing and…

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