stories
heh, a fictional story thing. how cool am i. read it, lemme know what u think.
I sit in the back of the class. You learn just as well but you don’t get called on as much, and you can watch everyone else interact. It’s nice to just watch everyone else live sometimes, and not worry about your own life. You know? It’s easier that way sometimes.
I walked down the hallway after class and tried to observe the people walking by me without being obvious. A couple of people sneered at me as I walked by and I looked away quickly and folded my arms. At least people can’t make fun of me for my clothes; our school has a uniform. Today I had opted to wear the skirt and a sweatshirt. I stopped at my locker before leaving the school, just to make sure I had everything.
“Hey, Aster,” Caidan said, surprising me.
“Sheez, Caidan, you scared the crap out of me,”
“Sorry,” he shrugged, dropping his bag on the floor next to mine.
Caidan had started at the school this year, so I didn’t know him as well as I would have liked. He pointed at my arms.
“Planning on stopping that anytime soon?”
I sighed and yanked down the sleeves of my sweatshirt, hiding the bruises and cuts on my lower arm. “None of your business, ok?”
He threw up his hands. “I’m not condemning you, Aster, but it’s not healthy.”
“Neither is talking too much, if you catch my drift.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, obviously upset. Not that I cared. I stuck my head in my locker, trying to hide from him, but finally turned to look at him.
“Look, I-”
But Caidan was gone, walking down the hall. He turned back for a second and waved at me over his shoulder, but turned around before I could wave back.
“Dang,” I muttered, kicking shut my locker.
I sat in my room with my music blasting as loud as possible without getting yelled at.
“BllllAAAH!” I yelled, sticking my tongue out of my mouth, trying to touch my nose. It didn’t work. I rolled off my bed and did a push up, pushing myself off the floor. I grabbed my guitar out of its case and plugged headphones into my amp, but left the music on so my parent’s wouldn’t know I was writing. I didn’t want them to know what I wrote about.
I think I’ll just sit back and let this happen
I’m too sick of trying
So sick of losing
Won’t you take some of my pain away?
Make it yours, you’ll appreciate me more
In the corner of my head I head a knocking on my door, I put my guitar up quickly and turned down my music.
“Yes?”
“Someone’s on the phone,” my mom said, opening the door and handing it in.
“Thanks,” I waited until she walked out before I started talking. “Sup?”
“Hi,” Caidan said. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine…” I said, wary of what he wanted. “Why? Is there some reason why I wouldn’t be?”
“Well for one you’ve got a couple of nice, flesh colored bracelets around your arms…”
I cut him off. “Why are you still on that?”
“You do know I’m on Prozac too, right?”
“Yes, I’m well aware.”
“Then don’t act like I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“Even if you do know what you’re talking about, you don’t need to baby-sit me.”
“It’s not called babysitting. It’s called caring. About your friends. You might try it sometime.”
“Oh, so we’re suddenly best friends?”
“Would you rather we be enemies?”
I was silent for a moment, thinking about what he said. I wasn’t really interested in having him looking over my shoulder, constantly checking on me. But then again…
“Whatever,” I said coolly. “Is there anything you need? Or are we done here?”
“I’ll talk to you in class tomorrow,” he said, and hung up.
I tossed the phone on the ground and jumped back onto my bed. “Whatever,” I muttered again, pulling myself underneath the comforter. It was always cold in here…
But he didn’t talk to me. He wasn’t even at school. People asked me about him, but I just shrugged and uttered a noncommittal answer that left people staring after me as I walked away down the hall. As I walked away from them I cursed myself for my stupidity, why couldn’t I at least make an effort to have friends?
When school let out I started off in the direction of my house, then changed my mind and turned for Caidan’s. When I got to his house I sat in my car outside, contemplating if going in was the best thing to do. What the heck.
Ding, dong. The doorbell echoed inside the house. Caidan answered.
“People were asking about you today,”
“Come on in,” he said, smiling and opening the door wider.
“Where were you?” I said, walking in and dropping my coat on the floor. Caidan picked it up and hung it on a hook.
“I was feeling sick this morning. I just didn’t feel like going.”
I didn’t push the matter; I knew what he was referring to.
“Come in here, let’s talk,”
He sat down on a couch and I sat on the other end, which suddenly did not seem like that great a distance.
“Tell me about your childhood,” he said, and I laughed.
“I’m being serious. Were you always this surly?”
“I think I was too happy. And now all the stuff I kept inside…it’s just so much harder to keep it in now, when we have that consciousness of right and wrong, how our actions affect others, you know. All that.”
“All that,” he repeated, nodding slowly. I moved across the couch to sit next to him. He put his hand over his face, but peered at me through two of his fingers.
“I don’t want you to worry about me,” I said. “I just want-”
He leaned over suddenly and kissed me. When I didn’t pull away I felt his arm move to wrap around my waist, and I touched his face with my fingers. He kissed me two more times, then pulled his face away but kept his arm around me.
I swallowed. “I just want you to be happy.”
He touched his cheek to mine. “That’s all I dream of,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt how small he was considering his height. He sighed into my shoulder.
“What day is it?”
I thought about that for a second, and then realized I couldn’t remember. “No idea.”
Caidan pulled away from me and walked into his kitchen. I laid down on the couch and propped my chin in my hands, staring at the pictures of Caidan as a child, with his father, mother, sister…sister?
Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.
“Have you talked to your sister at all lately?” I called, sitting back up.
“She called a few days ago to say hi, but that was it.”
“Do you think she’ll ever come back with you guys?”
Caidan walked back in scratching his head. “I doubt it. I wouldn’t mind but my parents are still mad about that whole getting-pregnant-before-she-was-married thing.”
“Yeah, that happens.” I said quietly, laying my head on his shoulder as he sat down next to me again.
“It’s Thursday,” he said, changing the subject casually. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Just until 6.”
“Come over afterwards. We can rent a movie.”
I lifted my face to his and kissed his lips gently; he tried to pull me closer but I drew away. Always leave them wanting more. “Sounds excellent.”
I sit in the back of the class. You learn just as well but you don’t get called on as much, and you can watch everyone else interact. It’s nice to just watch everyone else live sometimes, and not worry about your own life. You know? It’s easier that way sometimes.
I walked down the hallway after class and tried to observe the people walking by me without being obvious. A couple of people sneered at me as I walked by and I looked away quickly and folded my arms. At least people can’t make fun of me for my clothes; our school has a uniform. Today I had opted to wear the skirt and a sweatshirt. I stopped at my locker before leaving the school, just to make sure I had everything.
“Hey, Aster,” Caidan said, surprising me.
“Sheez, Caidan, you scared the crap out of me,”
“Sorry,” he shrugged, dropping his bag on the floor next to mine.
Caidan had started at the school this year, so I didn’t know him as well as I would have liked. He pointed at my arms.
“Planning on stopping that anytime soon?”
I sighed and yanked down the sleeves of my sweatshirt, hiding the bruises and cuts on my lower arm. “None of your business, ok?”
He threw up his hands. “I’m not condemning you, Aster, but it’s not healthy.”
“Neither is talking too much, if you catch my drift.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, obviously upset. Not that I cared. I stuck my head in my locker, trying to hide from him, but finally turned to look at him.
“Look, I-”
But Caidan was gone, walking down the hall. He turned back for a second and waved at me over his shoulder, but turned around before I could wave back.
“Dang,” I muttered, kicking shut my locker.
I sat in my room with my music blasting as loud as possible without getting yelled at.
“BllllAAAH!” I yelled, sticking my tongue out of my mouth, trying to touch my nose. It didn’t work. I rolled off my bed and did a push up, pushing myself off the floor. I grabbed my guitar out of its case and plugged headphones into my amp, but left the music on so my parent’s wouldn’t know I was writing. I didn’t want them to know what I wrote about.
I think I’ll just sit back and let this happen
I’m too sick of trying
So sick of losing
Won’t you take some of my pain away?
Make it yours, you’ll appreciate me more
In the corner of my head I head a knocking on my door, I put my guitar up quickly and turned down my music.
“Yes?”
“Someone’s on the phone,” my mom said, opening the door and handing it in.
“Thanks,” I waited until she walked out before I started talking. “Sup?”
“Hi,” Caidan said. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine…” I said, wary of what he wanted. “Why? Is there some reason why I wouldn’t be?”
“Well for one you’ve got a couple of nice, flesh colored bracelets around your arms…”
I cut him off. “Why are you still on that?”
“You do know I’m on Prozac too, right?”
“Yes, I’m well aware.”
“Then don’t act like I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“Even if you do know what you’re talking about, you don’t need to baby-sit me.”
“It’s not called babysitting. It’s called caring. About your friends. You might try it sometime.”
“Oh, so we’re suddenly best friends?”
“Would you rather we be enemies?”
I was silent for a moment, thinking about what he said. I wasn’t really interested in having him looking over my shoulder, constantly checking on me. But then again…
“Whatever,” I said coolly. “Is there anything you need? Or are we done here?”
“I’ll talk to you in class tomorrow,” he said, and hung up.
I tossed the phone on the ground and jumped back onto my bed. “Whatever,” I muttered again, pulling myself underneath the comforter. It was always cold in here…
But he didn’t talk to me. He wasn’t even at school. People asked me about him, but I just shrugged and uttered a noncommittal answer that left people staring after me as I walked away down the hall. As I walked away from them I cursed myself for my stupidity, why couldn’t I at least make an effort to have friends?
When school let out I started off in the direction of my house, then changed my mind and turned for Caidan’s. When I got to his house I sat in my car outside, contemplating if going in was the best thing to do. What the heck.
Ding, dong. The doorbell echoed inside the house. Caidan answered.
“People were asking about you today,”
“Come on in,” he said, smiling and opening the door wider.
“Where were you?” I said, walking in and dropping my coat on the floor. Caidan picked it up and hung it on a hook.
“I was feeling sick this morning. I just didn’t feel like going.”
I didn’t push the matter; I knew what he was referring to.
“Come in here, let’s talk,”
He sat down on a couch and I sat on the other end, which suddenly did not seem like that great a distance.
“Tell me about your childhood,” he said, and I laughed.
“I’m being serious. Were you always this surly?”
“I think I was too happy. And now all the stuff I kept inside…it’s just so much harder to keep it in now, when we have that consciousness of right and wrong, how our actions affect others, you know. All that.”
“All that,” he repeated, nodding slowly. I moved across the couch to sit next to him. He put his hand over his face, but peered at me through two of his fingers.
“I don’t want you to worry about me,” I said. “I just want-”
He leaned over suddenly and kissed me. When I didn’t pull away I felt his arm move to wrap around my waist, and I touched his face with my fingers. He kissed me two more times, then pulled his face away but kept his arm around me.
I swallowed. “I just want you to be happy.”
He touched his cheek to mine. “That’s all I dream of,” he whispered, closing his eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and felt how small he was considering his height. He sighed into my shoulder.
“What day is it?”
I thought about that for a second, and then realized I couldn’t remember. “No idea.”
Caidan pulled away from me and walked into his kitchen. I laid down on the couch and propped my chin in my hands, staring at the pictures of Caidan as a child, with his father, mother, sister…sister?
Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.
“Have you talked to your sister at all lately?” I called, sitting back up.
“She called a few days ago to say hi, but that was it.”
“Do you think she’ll ever come back with you guys?”
Caidan walked back in scratching his head. “I doubt it. I wouldn’t mind but my parents are still mad about that whole getting-pregnant-before-she-was-married thing.”
“Yeah, that happens.” I said quietly, laying my head on his shoulder as he sat down next to me again.
“It’s Thursday,” he said, changing the subject casually. “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Just until 6.”
“Come over afterwards. We can rent a movie.”
I lifted my face to his and kissed his lips gently; he tried to pull me closer but I drew away. Always leave them wanting more. “Sounds excellent.”