Here is where all of my short stories will be located.
Romance, comedies, anything really.
Starting with "April."
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"April"
Part One
Had he seen her before?
He must have. She seemed too...real. Too...he didn't know the words to use. She seemed refreshing, insightful, cunning, different, and every other adjective that he could think of. It didn't hurt that she was cute too.
What he enjoyed about her most was that she was herself, regardless of the situation.
He always struggled in that department. He felt as though he was constantly changing who he was to fit in. He would be funny with one group of people than quickly change into someone else with the next.
Maybe he was that way because his family had moved 12 times in four years. Maybe because he was an immigrant instead of a citizen of the wonderful United States of America.
When you are the new kid so many times, you start to forget who you are and he lacked and longed for an identity.
Which is why he liked this girl.
He thinks back to when he first met her. Back at that one party in the summer. He didn't want to go but his friends dragged him along and that's when he met her.
If there was one thing that he liked about himself, it was the fact that he tried to be outgoing. He saw the girl and he casually walked up to her and they started talking. As usual, the talk was all crap but switched over to college.
"So you're a senior?"
"Yep. At my high school. Off to college I go next year." Off to college I go? Idiot. What was that? Clever lines, Mr. Bond.
"Yeah, me too. I'm excited though! A new adventure, new place, a new chapter in our lives."
"Frankly, I'm a little scared."
She paused for a moment before asking "Why? You seem like a cool guy who enjoys a good time."
"It just...I don't know. It's just I have worked hard to make it here. I mean, I don't get straight A's but I do well and my friends like me and I don't want that to change."
"So you're going to throw it all away to stay the same? You can't be afraid of change."
He didn't know how to respond to that. And he wouldn't get a chance to.
The girl had to leave somewhere and all of a sudden, everything quickened. His hands became sweatier, his heart started to beat at a higher pace, his vision narrowed down to seeing only the girl walk away.
"Wait!" He called. "I never got your name."
She shouted over her back, " Haha, you never asked. It's April. Nice to meet you."
And then she walked away.
When he crawled into bed later that morning, he could only think of one thing: her. Every few seconds, he'd think about something else, like his increasing homework pile but then he'd quickly switch back to her. And every time he did, he'd get that familiar butterfly feeling. A feeling that he'd started to like.
He just couldn't get her out of his head. Just constantly thinking about her. He wasn't crazy or a stalker but he did friend her on Facebook and he did creep on her pictures and he did creep on her wall.
Maybe he was a creep but he couldn't help himself. Temptation had control of him.
As he started to fall asleep, he thought about previous girls he liked.
There was the girlfriend back in first grade but that didn't count anyway.
There was the girl in fourth grade, who had kissed him on the cheek and he melted on the spot. But when he saw her kiss another boy, he felt disgusted. Angry. Hateful. He vowed that would never happen again.
But there was the girlfriend back in eighth grade. They were together for only the title and after nine months, she broke up with him over phone. And even though he never truly liked her, he still felt ugly, used.
And then the girls in between.
But he had never liked anyone like this.
As he fell asleep that night, a small smile tiptoed across his lips. This could be fun.
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"April"
Part Two
He didn't want to wake up.
He just had had a wonderful dream. An amazing dream. Possibly the best dream ever.
He had fallen asleep of course thinking about April. Everyday, he kept falling in love with her again.
Wait.
Was this love? He wasn't sure what love was. He had never felt "love" before. Not from his friends. Not from his siblings. Especially not from his parents.
This feeling though. It was way too powerful to just be a crush. He wasn't sure what to call it but he didn't really care. He liked the feeling and that's all that mattered.
But that night, he ran through his encounters with April again and again. He thought about the first encounter back at the party.
He thought about the green and black striped sweater that she had worn with tight blue jeans and the bright purple shoes. Ha! No one else he knew could pull off that outfit. Except her.
Then when he found that she went to his high school, he jumped for joy. Literally. He ran around his house just yelling, causing his parents to scream at him but he didn't care. She was back in his life.
Then how they talked almost everyday. When they didn't talk, he felt like shit. He felt like it was all his fault. He kept thinking that he did something wrong. But then they would talk and he would quickly retreat back to Cloud 9.
As of the moment, they had not spoken in a while. He felt terrible. Everyone else around him seemed so damn happy, with their special ones and there he was, lonely and miserable. He wanted to scream at the world. At himself. Especially her.
He wanted to just yell.
"WHY? WHY DON'T YOU NOTICE ME!? I TRY TO GET YOUR ATTENTION EVERY FUCKING DAY. I LOVE MAKING YOU LAUGH. I LOVE MAKING YOU SMILE. I LOVE JUST BEING ABLE TO TALK TO SOMEONE SO INTERESTING, SO DIFFERENT, SO COOL. SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME. BUT YOU DON'T EVEN SEE ME. WHEN YOU TALK TO OTHER GUYS, I FEEL SO FUCKING JEALOUS. I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH BUT I SHOW NO EMOTION. WHY? GOD DAMN IT!!!"
But he wouldn't, couldn't yell that. He had to keep his composure.
But he wanted to be done. He wanted to move on.
But he just couldn't. Especially not after the dream.
They were walking. She was walking just a couple of steps ahead of him. They had just come from a school play and were backing to his car. He was hoping to ask her out to a movie or dinner or something, anything.
But she kept saying she was busy or she had to do something.
He jokingly said "Haha why are you so busy all the time? It's amazing how much you are in demand. I'm glad we were able to spend even this time together.
"Haha yeah. You should scrapbook tonight. Remember it for the rest of you life."
"Of course I will. I don't wanna forget this moment."
"Me neither."
He paused. She kept walking. He quickly next to her.
"Wait!"
"Yeah?" She asked.
"We don't have to forget this moment."
"What do you mean?" She asked with a smile.
"You and I. This doesn't have to end right here.We could make this work. We could make this happen."
"Well what are you trying to say?" An even bigger smile spread across her face.
"What I mean is...I would like to take you out. To anything."
As he saw her face drop, he quickly added "I mean just as friends."
"No."
There. There it was. The answer he had dreaded.
"No. I don't wanna go as just friends."
His heart forgot to beat.
"I really like you."
She moved in close and gave an indescribable kiss on his cheek.
"About time."
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Romance, comedies, anything really.
Starting with "April."
***********************************************************************************************************
"April"
Part One
Had he seen her before?
He must have. She seemed too...real. Too...he didn't know the words to use. She seemed refreshing, insightful, cunning, different, and every other adjective that he could think of. It didn't hurt that she was cute too.
What he enjoyed about her most was that she was herself, regardless of the situation.
He always struggled in that department. He felt as though he was constantly changing who he was to fit in. He would be funny with one group of people than quickly change into someone else with the next.
Maybe he was that way because his family had moved 12 times in four years. Maybe because he was an immigrant instead of a citizen of the wonderful United States of America.
When you are the new kid so many times, you start to forget who you are and he lacked and longed for an identity.
Which is why he liked this girl.
He thinks back to when he first met her. Back at that one party in the summer. He didn't want to go but his friends dragged him along and that's when he met her.
If there was one thing that he liked about himself, it was the fact that he tried to be outgoing. He saw the girl and he casually walked up to her and they started talking. As usual, the talk was all crap but switched over to college.
"So you're a senior?"
"Yep. At my high school. Off to college I go next year." Off to college I go? Idiot. What was that? Clever lines, Mr. Bond.
"Yeah, me too. I'm excited though! A new adventure, new place, a new chapter in our lives."
"Frankly, I'm a little scared."
She paused for a moment before asking "Why? You seem like a cool guy who enjoys a good time."
"It just...I don't know. It's just I have worked hard to make it here. I mean, I don't get straight A's but I do well and my friends like me and I don't want that to change."
"So you're going to throw it all away to stay the same? You can't be afraid of change."
He didn't know how to respond to that. And he wouldn't get a chance to.
The girl had to leave somewhere and all of a sudden, everything quickened. His hands became sweatier, his heart started to beat at a higher pace, his vision narrowed down to seeing only the girl walk away.
"Wait!" He called. "I never got your name."
She shouted over her back, " Haha, you never asked. It's April. Nice to meet you."
And then she walked away.
When he crawled into bed later that morning, he could only think of one thing: her. Every few seconds, he'd think about something else, like his increasing homework pile but then he'd quickly switch back to her. And every time he did, he'd get that familiar butterfly feeling. A feeling that he'd started to like.
He just couldn't get her out of his head. Just constantly thinking about her. He wasn't crazy or a stalker but he did friend her on Facebook and he did creep on her pictures and he did creep on her wall.
Maybe he was a creep but he couldn't help himself. Temptation had control of him.
As he started to fall asleep, he thought about previous girls he liked.
There was the girlfriend back in first grade but that didn't count anyway.
There was the girl in fourth grade, who had kissed him on the cheek and he melted on the spot. But when he saw her kiss another boy, he felt disgusted. Angry. Hateful. He vowed that would never happen again.
But there was the girlfriend back in eighth grade. They were together for only the title and after nine months, she broke up with him over phone. And even though he never truly liked her, he still felt ugly, used.
And then the girls in between.
But he had never liked anyone like this.
As he fell asleep that night, a small smile tiptoed across his lips. This could be fun.
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"April"
Part Two
He didn't want to wake up.
He just had had a wonderful dream. An amazing dream. Possibly the best dream ever.
He had fallen asleep of course thinking about April. Everyday, he kept falling in love with her again.
Wait.
Was this love? He wasn't sure what love was. He had never felt "love" before. Not from his friends. Not from his siblings. Especially not from his parents.
This feeling though. It was way too powerful to just be a crush. He wasn't sure what to call it but he didn't really care. He liked the feeling and that's all that mattered.
But that night, he ran through his encounters with April again and again. He thought about the first encounter back at the party.
He thought about the green and black striped sweater that she had worn with tight blue jeans and the bright purple shoes. Ha! No one else he knew could pull off that outfit. Except her.
Then when he found that she went to his high school, he jumped for joy. Literally. He ran around his house just yelling, causing his parents to scream at him but he didn't care. She was back in his life.
Then how they talked almost everyday. When they didn't talk, he felt like shit. He felt like it was all his fault. He kept thinking that he did something wrong. But then they would talk and he would quickly retreat back to Cloud 9.
As of the moment, they had not spoken in a while. He felt terrible. Everyone else around him seemed so damn happy, with their special ones and there he was, lonely and miserable. He wanted to scream at the world. At himself. Especially her.
He wanted to just yell.
"WHY? WHY DON'T YOU NOTICE ME!? I TRY TO GET YOUR ATTENTION EVERY FUCKING DAY. I LOVE MAKING YOU LAUGH. I LOVE MAKING YOU SMILE. I LOVE JUST BEING ABLE TO TALK TO SOMEONE SO INTERESTING, SO DIFFERENT, SO COOL. SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME. BUT YOU DON'T EVEN SEE ME. WHEN YOU TALK TO OTHER GUYS, I FEEL SO FUCKING JEALOUS. I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH BUT I SHOW NO EMOTION. WHY? GOD DAMN IT!!!"
But he wouldn't, couldn't yell that. He had to keep his composure.
But he wanted to be done. He wanted to move on.
But he just couldn't. Especially not after the dream.
They were walking. She was walking just a couple of steps ahead of him. They had just come from a school play and were backing to his car. He was hoping to ask her out to a movie or dinner or something, anything.
But she kept saying she was busy or she had to do something.
He jokingly said "Haha why are you so busy all the time? It's amazing how much you are in demand. I'm glad we were able to spend even this time together.
"Haha yeah. You should scrapbook tonight. Remember it for the rest of you life."
"Of course I will. I don't wanna forget this moment."
"Me neither."
He paused. She kept walking. He quickly next to her.
"Wait!"
"Yeah?" She asked.
"We don't have to forget this moment."
"What do you mean?" She asked with a smile.
"You and I. This doesn't have to end right here.We could make this work. We could make this happen."
"Well what are you trying to say?" An even bigger smile spread across her face.
"What I mean is...I would like to take you out. To anything."
As he saw her face drop, he quickly added "I mean just as friends."
"No."
There. There it was. The answer he had dreaded.
"No. I don't wanna go as just friends."
His heart forgot to beat.
"I really like you."
She moved in close and gave an indescribable kiss on his cheek.
"About time."
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