The Chronic(what?)cles of Narnia

A story for everyone:

'There he stood, listening to her speak -- watching her beautiful, seemingly-huge teeth work behind her somewhat full lips, watching her blue-grey eyes stare him down while she talked. She was discussing how she'd read a book, a good book, about the process of becoming a geek -- a nerd, if we will -- takes place in young men. She really was pretty, he realized. Like, really, really pretty. And then she mentioned that many of the things that are normally associated with geekdom pique her interest. So she asked him, knowing him to be of the homely nerd variety, if he could compile her a list of graphic novels and such that she might be interested in reading.

It was at this point that he blurted out, "I love you!"

Moments passed before he felt the prongs enter the flesh of his torso, before he felt current rushing though his body. The bouquet in his hand convulsed with him as juice pumped through him, throwing petals into the air everywhere. All anyone heard was the stuttered burbling of the young man, the whipping of cellophane, and the surreptitious clicking of the taser."