Story times..
So I have an idea for an original story, and it has been floating in my head for about 2 months. I wrote a page of it when I felt the inspiration to, and since have realized it's gonna take a lot of work.
Maybe it is because I rather write by hand than computer, I don't know. It felt very tedious to be typing the story.
Here is what I wrote that night..
Then he saw her: Rebecca Harris, the girl he had liked since the second grade from the moment she asked to borrow his blue crayon, because hers had broke when she pressed too hard. Becca, as everyone called her, was wearing dark jeans, a green blouse, and khaki jacket.
Seeing this reminded Adam that he himself had forgotten his jacket. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized this, shaking off the chill he rubbed his arms and waved at her.
She was a beautiful girl with forest green eyes, an angelic face, and long wavy auburn hair that smelled like raspberries. Adam knew it was raspberry because he had once asked her what kind of shampoo she used, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had since sniffed out every variety of shampoo in the local drugstore in an attempt to find the match. She was tall, but not as tall as him.
He knew he would have to tilt his head to kiss her. How many times he had thought about kissing her? The number had to be nearing the thousands by now. Every day, since around the eighth grade including major and minor holidays, and maybe a few times over on the weekends.
Yep, definitely thousands. As they made their way towards each other, Adam could feel the knots in his stomach forming. Some would probably refer to them as butterflies, but he liked to call them knots because it seemed manlier.
“How are ya holding up?” Becca asked him, her expression a mask of concern. “To tell you the truth, you seem a lot happier than I expected to see you.“
“Oh?” he said, as he ran his hands nervously through his hair. “What makes you think that I am happy?” he asked, pulling on a thread that had come undone on his t-shirt. “I only came to the faire for a bit of fresh air, been cooped up in that house for over a week now, ya know?”
“Oh well, I just thought... nevermind.” She trailed off. She looked offended, as she often did when he disproved her assumptions. Becca had a knack for knowing exactly how he felt ninety-nine percent of the time, though he would never let on that she was right. It was as though she could read his mind or something.
But if she could read his mind, she would know how he felt about her, and oh god, did that mean she didn't like him at all? They had always been friends, but there was always a hope, a hint of flirting. The knots tightened in his stomach and he began to feel queasy. “That is just silly,” He thought. “No one can read minds.”
“Oh no!” Becca exclaimed, and her sudden outburst made him straighten up. “Now I’ve upset you, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean.” She looked uncomfortable and struggling for words. “Of course you are upset, you loved him, we all did, and now you have the house, and so much responsibility, and Lola is still in school. Oh Adam, I am sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“It’s fine, I’m not upset about that,” he caught himself mid-sentence, “I mean, I am, but I had a thought that took my mind elsewhere. Let’s not worry about that now.”
“Oh, alright, are you sure?” she asked.
“Positive,” he assured her, “Let’s just enjoy ourselves for tonight,” He smiled, grabbing her hand. “Have you been on any rides yet?”
Maybe it is because I rather write by hand than computer, I don't know. It felt very tedious to be typing the story.
Here is what I wrote that night..
Then he saw her: Rebecca Harris, the girl he had liked since the second grade from the moment she asked to borrow his blue crayon, because hers had broke when she pressed too hard. Becca, as everyone called her, was wearing dark jeans, a green blouse, and khaki jacket.
Seeing this reminded Adam that he himself had forgotten his jacket. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized this, shaking off the chill he rubbed his arms and waved at her.
She was a beautiful girl with forest green eyes, an angelic face, and long wavy auburn hair that smelled like raspberries. Adam knew it was raspberry because he had once asked her what kind of shampoo she used, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had since sniffed out every variety of shampoo in the local drugstore in an attempt to find the match. She was tall, but not as tall as him.
He knew he would have to tilt his head to kiss her. How many times he had thought about kissing her? The number had to be nearing the thousands by now. Every day, since around the eighth grade including major and minor holidays, and maybe a few times over on the weekends.
Yep, definitely thousands. As they made their way towards each other, Adam could feel the knots in his stomach forming. Some would probably refer to them as butterflies, but he liked to call them knots because it seemed manlier.
“How are ya holding up?” Becca asked him, her expression a mask of concern. “To tell you the truth, you seem a lot happier than I expected to see you.“
“Oh?” he said, as he ran his hands nervously through his hair. “What makes you think that I am happy?” he asked, pulling on a thread that had come undone on his t-shirt. “I only came to the faire for a bit of fresh air, been cooped up in that house for over a week now, ya know?”
“Oh well, I just thought... nevermind.” She trailed off. She looked offended, as she often did when he disproved her assumptions. Becca had a knack for knowing exactly how he felt ninety-nine percent of the time, though he would never let on that she was right. It was as though she could read his mind or something.
But if she could read his mind, she would know how he felt about her, and oh god, did that mean she didn't like him at all? They had always been friends, but there was always a hope, a hint of flirting. The knots tightened in his stomach and he began to feel queasy. “That is just silly,” He thought. “No one can read minds.”
“Oh no!” Becca exclaimed, and her sudden outburst made him straighten up. “Now I’ve upset you, I’m sorry...I didn’t mean.” She looked uncomfortable and struggling for words. “Of course you are upset, you loved him, we all did, and now you have the house, and so much responsibility, and Lola is still in school. Oh Adam, I am sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“It’s fine, I’m not upset about that,” he caught himself mid-sentence, “I mean, I am, but I had a thought that took my mind elsewhere. Let’s not worry about that now.”
“Oh, alright, are you sure?” she asked.
“Positive,” he assured her, “Let’s just enjoy ourselves for tonight,” He smiled, grabbing her hand. “Have you been on any rides yet?”