Its a love story` chapter 1
(Hey guys, I wrote this chappie as a present to my sis, so the song I inserted here is in Hindi, but I did my best to translate it. The translation job is horribly done, please forgive me. *bows dramatically*, but I think you guys'll get what I wanted to say...uh, *awkward silence*... okay, so enjoy!!! And yes, I do not own any of the pictures I inserted below)
Tommy’s POV
Okay. I took in a deep breath. I can do it! I took another few fumbling steps. Pencil heels were so not my thing. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Timerra?
I looked into the mirror hanging on the Girls’ restroom wall one last time. A blonde stared back, face decorated with light school makeup. I sighed again. The one best things which I like about myself, was my dyed fringe. But no more, it was gone, and I even had a wig on, making everyone think I had shoulder length hair. Oh, and don’t forget that hair band with rose prints on it. God, please tell me why am I like this?
Because, the shoulder angel appeared on my left shoulder, (yeah, yeah, the one with feathery wings, a halo, white robe, and oh! Who happened to be a miniature version of me.), because, if you don’t do this, she’s gonna cancel the contract.
I sighed. The angel’s right. I turned towards the door, heading quickly to the drama room. The last thing I needed was someone I knew, to recognize me. Reaching the class, I pushed the door open and peeped in. There was no one in there. Good. I walked in and sat down on the last bench, adjusting my skirt. Oh, damn. Stuffing my ears with my good ol’ earphones, I played one of my faves. I closed my eyes, leaning back. Have I mentioned my hate for Timerra?
Okay, before you begin to thing that I am a drag queen, let me explain. It’s a long story, so here goes nothing.
Let me begin from the beginning. Hi. I am Tommy Joe Ratliff. Blonde hair, brown eyes, height 5’8. I may look skinny, but I can be strong when I need it. High school, final year. I can play the bass and the guitar. I love heavy metal and think tattoos are amazing. Oh, and one more thing, I like girls and sex, yeah, but to be honest, I don’t believe in true love. Nope. Infact, I highly doubt that any of the girls I’ve dated till now ever loved me. Yeah, they might like me, but not love me.
And yeah, you don’t feel happy, when so many girls leave you like that. Yeah, okay, I had some hard feelings, but whatever, this is my life. I would like to live it my way, thank you very much.
So…my point is, I hate love stories. Cheesy.
Okay, I’m done, now let me introduce my twin sister. Timerra, or Timmy Lee Ratliff. Blonde hair, brown eyes, 5’8. She’s kinda…too flat to be a girl, you know? High school, final year too. So basically, the only things that differentiates us, is her make up and my fringe, which is dyed black. (Which was, I reminded myself.) Oh and yeah, her love for love stories. She’s totally into love, celebrity crushes, dating, romance novels, lovey dovey songs, dances, and all that shit.
Not that I cared. But whatever it was, we were close. And happily living our lives. At least I was happy with my life. That is, till this morning.
*Flashback*
Mom said that Timmy called me in her room. She couldn’t come to me because she was down with fever. Allergy, plus common cold, or something like that.
I slowly opened her bedroom door, and peeped in. She was sitting on the middle of the bed, leaning onto pillows, with dozens of stuffed toys around her, shuffling a rolled paper in her hands.
“Tim?” I called. She looked up. Gawd. She was sick. Dark circles under her reddened eyes. Her whole face was flamed with fever. She was so weak.
“Tommy?” She whispered, voice weak. I walked in, closing the door behind me.
“Sit.” She motioned, folding her legs. I sat down on her bed.
“There’s something…can you do it for me?” She looked at me innocently. If she asks me with this face, how can I say no?
“Yeah?”
“You know, I won the lead role for the annual musical?”
“Okay…”
“And you know that if I don’t go, Amanda would get my role?”
I nodded. Amanda, the school’s biggest drama queen. “Rich hoe”, as Tim called. And supposedly my sis’ biggest enemy or something like that. You know the girly wars that go on during high school and all that?
“And you know that, with this fever, I wont be able to go?”
I nodded again, frowning. I was not liking the look in her eyes.
“And…since we both look similar-“ She began innocently, but I didn’t let her complete.
“oh no, no, NO! Don’t even think so!” My eyes were wide with shock. How could she even consider this?
“Tommy, please?” She pouted.
“NO! Why do you think that I would agree to wear a skirt and act out something melodramatic in front of everyone?” I stood up, on the verge of leaving. What she said next had my feet frozen.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll tell everyone that you *BEEP*. “ (Sorry folks, I cant tell you that. Its confidential.)
“How do you know that?” I said, horrified.
She smirked, that smirk of victory on her face. “Girls, they know everything.”
Shit. I had a feeling I lost this war. Timmy was the only girl who could defeat me.
“How do I know that my secret is safe with you?” My eye brow arched.
“This.” She handed me the paper. I unrolled it. It was a contract(?) which read, “ If Tommy Joe Ratliff play’s Timmy Lee Ratliff’s role till she recovers, she will never ever mention his most embarrassing secret again. [P.S. Tommy, I still don’t believe, you did that and didn’t even realize, lolz.] “ So much for a fair contract. But she made a contract. It must be important for her.
“The pen.” I said, my eyes slitting with doubt. (You know, something like this -_-)
*The present*
So here I am, my fringe blonde again, make up and a wig on, and I’m in a skirt, what the hell! I pouted, what a pathetic condition! I could cry at myself. I scooted out my phone and turned to the image gallery. Something to keep my mind busy, I thought, increasing the volume of the music player.
“I know you like me, you know I like you.
Lets get together girl, you know you want to.”
I smiled, this song totally describes me. I shuffled across the pics and came across one, with me and a black haired girl. One of my exes. Rebecca.
“Raat din aate jaate, hote hain sau mulakate,
Aage badti hain baatein pichche chod de,
Raaste me hain thehre, aur bhi kitne chehre,
Aaj phir apni aankhen unse jod le.”
( All through days and nights, we have a hundred meetings
Conversations proceed, just leave it all behind,
There are so many new faces, waiting in my path,
Let me meet them all.)
I changed the image. Next was of blonde girl and me. From some party I suppose. Ashely…
“Kho jayega, lamha yeh kho jayega.
Mud ke na phir aayega, raho me, usko rok le.”
(These moments will be lost,
Gone forever, just stop her right there.)
Next pic showed me in a blue boa, and a brown haired girl in a purple boa…Another party I suppose. Katy…
“Ho jayega, hoga jo ho jayega,
(whatever might happen, will happen)
You know you’re so hot, you’re on fire,
One, two, three, go!”
The next pic showed me and two females this time. Gawd, I was drunk.
“Mil gaye jo chora chori,
Hui masti thodi thodi,
Bas pyaar ka naam na lena,
I hate luv stories.”
(Boy meets girl, yeah, they have some fun.
Just don’t mention “love”, uh
I hate luv stories)
Yeah, that totally describes me. This made me smile. Next image was totally my favorite. Carmen and Fiona.
“Koi, aas pas ho, samjhe jo dil ki baat woh,
Soche na aaj yaar woh kalki baatein.
Pal do pal ka saath ho, fir na haato me haath ho,
Bhule na yaad aaye phir beeti raatein.”
(Want someone, who understands my heart.
Who doesn’t think about tomorrow,
Just stays together for a some moments,
And then lets forget each other.)
Next, it was Allison, she was cute... with all her fiery red hair. :) Especially in this pic.
“Aankhon se kehke yeh, sapna gaya hain.
Subha ko jaage toh, rasta naya hain,
(The dreams’ve told my eyes,
When you wake up in the morning, you’ve got a new path to tread.)
I’m the man who’s gotta plan,
Need a gal who’ll understand.
You could be the one for sure,
One, two, three, Go!”
I sucked in a breath. The next pic horrified me. Now, when did this happen?
I almost fell off my chair when I saw the next pic…
Now, 1) why was I French kissing this dude? 2) who the hell clicked this pic? 3) why is this pic on my cell?
I shoved the phone in my pocket. The shoulder devil laughed loudly, “You’re a GIRL, Ratliff!” I shooed it away. Uhhhh.
I looked up and saw that the class was almost full. Now, when did they all come in? I looked around and noticed a cute green eyed girl with braids. Wow, she’s cute… and I have been single for a long time…May be after all this drama crap is over…
“Marzi se chalet hain, jaise hawaein,
Waise hi hain meri saari adaayein,”
(Just like the free willed winds blowing,
Is my style of living…)
I’ll be your’s and you’ll be mine,
Love is such a waste of time.
You could be my girl for sure,
One…two…three…go!”
As I smiled, satisfied to myself, I felt a powerful gaze on me, that sent shivers down my spine. Now, what is this?
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