Original Story :O!
I've finally written something original that i'm proud of! This is a total first for me, lol. Ok. Here it is.
Title: Starving to Be Safe (subject to change)
Author: Me
Rating: Would it be PG because it's two girls? If not, G.
Pairing: Currently unnnamed OC's
Summary: A simple action can change your life. Something so small and insignificant to your existence can turn your entire world upside down. You’d think that bumping into someone on the street would mean nothing to you the second you apologize and walk on. I thought so too. I’m not really so sure what made her different, or how she made such an impact on me. Well, I wasn’t sure then, but I’m sure now.
It was the morning, on a Monday, and I was on my way to school. Mornings were never my thing, and neither was walking. Mom busted the car the day before and I had no other form of transportation. The day was foggy, yet so bright. I had to keep my head down to shield myself from the light. It wouldn’t help my headache, anyway. I walked slowly, putting one foot in front of the other. I tried my hardest to keep a straight line. I don’t need to be over the legal level of alcohol intake to be unable to walk a line. Unknown to me, with her back facing me, she was standing at the end of the street. I kept walking, my arms out, and my feet toe-to-heel. That is, until I hit someone. It was a small bump, barely noticeable really. She was startled nonetheless and spun around, smacking me in the face with her hair. It smelled like summer. It reminded me of warm days, flowers, and soft grass under my feet. I jumped back and fumbled with my apology. Her green eyes stunned my thoughts. Every time she blinked, they pulled me in. She must have realized because her hand was in my face, waving. I struggled with another apology. As far as I know, she never said anything. She could have tried to have a complete conversation with me, but I’ll never know. Those eyes were hypnotic. The light changed and she walked away and out of my life. I made my way to school with difficulty. Every time my eyes closed, even for a second, she was all I could see; her soft-looking, fair skin, the gentle blush in her cheeks, and her curls that danced in front of it all. I fought with my head. She was a girl, and I’m not into girls. I could be into girls. No, no I can’t. Sometimes people don’t even know themselves as well as they think… This went on all day. School flew by so fast, I didn’t even realize I was in last period when the bell rang, and it was time to go home.
On the walk home, she was in the laundry mat; she was in the coffee shop; she was in front of me; and she was behind me. No matter where I looked; no matter whom I looked at; she was there. I didn’t even know who this girl was. She was invading my life only after 8 hours. Half of me hoped never to see her again. Nothing could be right about such an intoxicating person. I learned quickly that infatuation was nothing to be taken lightly. That night I barely slept. She was in my dreams. Her black curls wrapped around my fingers as I fisted her hair, clinging to her, as we embraced in a passionate kiss. Her soft lips pressed against mine, needing to be as close to each other as possible. The cold sweat shocked me out of my dreams. I smelled her scent again. It was as if she was actually in my bed seconds before.
Title: Starving to Be Safe (subject to change)
Author: Me
Rating: Would it be PG because it's two girls? If not, G.
Pairing: Currently unnnamed OC's
Summary: A simple action can change your life. Something so small and insignificant to your existence can turn your entire world upside down. You’d think that bumping into someone on the street would mean nothing to you the second you apologize and walk on. I thought so too. I’m not really so sure what made her different, or how she made such an impact on me. Well, I wasn’t sure then, but I’m sure now.
It was the morning, on a Monday, and I was on my way to school. Mornings were never my thing, and neither was walking. Mom busted the car the day before and I had no other form of transportation. The day was foggy, yet so bright. I had to keep my head down to shield myself from the light. It wouldn’t help my headache, anyway. I walked slowly, putting one foot in front of the other. I tried my hardest to keep a straight line. I don’t need to be over the legal level of alcohol intake to be unable to walk a line. Unknown to me, with her back facing me, she was standing at the end of the street. I kept walking, my arms out, and my feet toe-to-heel. That is, until I hit someone. It was a small bump, barely noticeable really. She was startled nonetheless and spun around, smacking me in the face with her hair. It smelled like summer. It reminded me of warm days, flowers, and soft grass under my feet. I jumped back and fumbled with my apology. Her green eyes stunned my thoughts. Every time she blinked, they pulled me in. She must have realized because her hand was in my face, waving. I struggled with another apology. As far as I know, she never said anything. She could have tried to have a complete conversation with me, but I’ll never know. Those eyes were hypnotic. The light changed and she walked away and out of my life. I made my way to school with difficulty. Every time my eyes closed, even for a second, she was all I could see; her soft-looking, fair skin, the gentle blush in her cheeks, and her curls that danced in front of it all. I fought with my head. She was a girl, and I’m not into girls. I could be into girls. No, no I can’t. Sometimes people don’t even know themselves as well as they think… This went on all day. School flew by so fast, I didn’t even realize I was in last period when the bell rang, and it was time to go home.
On the walk home, she was in the laundry mat; she was in the coffee shop; she was in front of me; and she was behind me. No matter where I looked; no matter whom I looked at; she was there. I didn’t even know who this girl was. She was invading my life only after 8 hours. Half of me hoped never to see her again. Nothing could be right about such an intoxicating person. I learned quickly that infatuation was nothing to be taken lightly. That night I barely slept. She was in my dreams. Her black curls wrapped around my fingers as I fisted her hair, clinging to her, as we embraced in a passionate kiss. Her soft lips pressed against mine, needing to be as close to each other as possible. The cold sweat shocked me out of my dreams. I smelled her scent again. It was as if she was actually in my bed seconds before.