Another Story, Another Time

I'm too busy to write actual stories so instead I'm just going to write scenes Jay, 14 | Girl | French Fries

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The Modern Misfits

My eyes slowly roamed around the room as my phone kept vibrating in my pocket and my subtly dyed purple hair kept falling in my face. I blew up and my hair floated slowly until it came right back down in the same spot just as slowly. Why did I even dye it purple? It’s reminding me of grapes and now I want grapes and now I’m hungry. Stupid grapes.

My ‘advanced degree’ owning AP Calculus teacher, Mrs. Merlot, was currently dragging the white chalk across the board and creating some sort of high tech, ear threatening screeching sound that rivaled a pterodactyl.

“Yes?” Mrs. Merlot asked. I followed her eyes and a boy with his hand held in the air with dark black hair and a blue earring was wiggling in his seat.

“Can I - May I go to the bathroom?” He asked her and I quietly laughed under my breath. He would’ve got chewed out if he continued his first question. Our teacher hates when people say 'Can I?’

Mrs. Merlot’s eyes narrowed slightly and she nodded, “Yes, you may. Hurry up.”

The boy scrambled out of his seat and walked out of the door, everyone staring at the slouched person. He had his hands in his pockets and he put his hood over his head. And he walked out the door.

“Okay, class, now we are going to -,” I jumped in my seat as a loud ringing sound starting blaring throughout the class and hallway. “Please calmly get out of your seats and walk out to the hallway.” Mrs. Merlot tried to say but everyone was in a panic and rushing to walk out of the door abreast and packed like sardines.

“I didn’t know we were having a drill today,” Mrs. Merlot muttered as I walked out of the classroom semi calmly. That was a surprise. Mrs. Merlot was the person you went to if you wanted to know something in the school. She might not be the best math teacher, but she definitely knew what was happening in the school every single day.

Everyone quickly ran out of the classroom and soon the entire hallway was covered in frantic teenagers trying to run out f the door. Someone bumped me roughly in the shoulder and I stumbled  alittle, getting shouts and more shoves as I fell into people’s paths. “Sorry, sorry,” I muttered, annoyed that people were really this crazy over a fire drill. If it was a real fire, we would have heard it over the PA.

Someone had to have pulled the fire alarm… “PUSH ME AGAIN AND I WILL CUT YOUR BALLS OFF AND FEED THEM TO MY PET HAMSTER NIBBLES!” I heard a loud voice scream and I looked ahead of me and there was a girl whose face was slightly obscured by unruly curly light brown hair, skin was a dark mocha brown and whose eyes were blown wide open with anger and annoyance shining through. My eyebrows raised on their own accord as I saw the girl get pushed again and she grabbed the guy by the shirt and punched him in the face. “DON’T FREAKING PUSH ME! ALL OF YOU ARE IDIOTS! IT’S A FAKE FIRE DRILL, DAMMIT!”

Once again, I was pushed and this time I was almost pushed out of the middle part of the throng of panicking students. I tripped over someone’s shoe and fell into the wall. I was leaning against the blandly colored, beige painted wall and trying to get my wits back together. I stood up and the curly-haired girl I saw came barreling towards me. I wanted to move out of the way but then she would take a harder hit than me. When she came close enough, I grabbed her arm and yanked a little and she stumbled her way to standing up sort of straight.

“Woah,” she whipped her hair out of her face and looked at me. She smiled brightly and patted my cheek. “Thanks… Violet.” She said after she looked at my hair pretty closely. Her demeanor now was so different from when she punched that guy in the face.

“No problem,” I replied. “You would have done the same for me.” I smiled a little. Truthfully, I didn’t know that… I was assuming? Don’t assume. You’ll make an ass out of u and me. That’s not nice.

“Probably wouldn’t have, honestly, but thanks anyway,” She smiled and laughed a little. She blew her curly hair out of her face again and started tapping her foot. “Yo, Violet, love the hair, too.”

“Ahh!” I heard another scream and both my and… whatever her name is’ heads turned to the direction of the voice. A big head of dirty blonde hair was rushing towards the spot a few feet away from us and unfortunately, he was built, like really built, and I was not planning on catching that. I’d rather be a full body instead of flat Stanley.

I moved to the side a little and the African-American girl just looked on, picking her nails, as we watched the buff guy slam into the lockers. He grunted and rubbed his back as he looked at us, glasses falling off of his face slightly and brown eyes wide open. “Hey,” he smiled slightly.

“Hey back, hottie,” The girl said and whistles as she looked him up and down. “Name’s Alexa. What’s yours?”

“Xander,” He said as he ran his hand through his straight, black hair. “Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

He looked at me and that Alexa girl narrowed her eyes. I rolled my eyes and looked towards Xander. “It’s Reagan.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Reagan. Guess these people don’t realize that it’s a fake fire drill,” he said as we glanced at the still moving herd of running kids.  If this was a real fire drill, they’d all be dead and so would we.

“That’s what I’ve been saying the whole time!” Alexa shouted out. I refrained from saying no, that wasn’t what she was saying the whole time. It was more along the lines of I’d probably let you slam face first into the lockers while you can catch me like my knight in a hoodie and jeans. Those weren’t the exact words, but mine sound way cooler.

We all heard a squeak as a small person fell to the floor in front of all three of our feet. “Oops,” the girl giggled as her soft red hair fanned out around her.

“Yo, Cherry, you alright?” Alexa asked the still dazed girl. The redhead looked up at all of us and seemed to do some sort of mouse thing and silently squeaked.

She hid her face in her hair and quietly mumbled, “I’m fine.” And she got up off of the ground slowly. “My name isn’t Cherry,” the quiet girl whispered.

“Well then tell me your name, although either way your name will probably still be Cherry for me,” Alexa said as she took a piece of gum out of Zander’s hand and popped it into her mouth.

“Uhm, it’s, uhm,” She stuttered and Alexa popped a bubble of gum and starting r chewing again. She rolled her eyes and started tapping her feet.

“Well spit it out, Cherry, haven’t got all day. If this was a real fire and our lives depended on you telling us your name, then I would be sending my death letter to Nibbles and kissing the crap out of this sexy Hulk over here.” Alexa said as she stopped tapping her foot.

“Oh, okay, sorry. My name’s Lyria.” She said quietly. she glanced up quickly and her eyes shot back down as she made eye contact with me.

“Well Lyria, my name’s Reagan. That’s Alexa, and that’s Xander.” I introduced this little impromptu gathering. Wonder if Santa Claus is going to bring one of his elves to join.

“Yo, chica, I can introduce myself.” Alexa interrupted as she stepped in front of me. “The name’s Alexa. You’re cute, shy. You don’t look like a Lyria.”

“Um, thanks?” Lyria questioned uncertainly. I looked over to Xander and he was pinching the bridge of his nose and narrowing his eyes at something in front of him. Another head of hair?! But this one was casually walking towards our little… group with a slight limp.

“Hey, any of you got a band-aid? The rest of those idiots are just trying to run over each other.” I looked out to the slowly getting quieter hallway and there aren’t nearly as much people as there were before. I saw a flash of deep black hair and a shiny blue earring and then it was gone. It was the guy from class.

“Uh, I do,” Lyria said softly. She reached into her peach colored purse and pulled out a band-aid. She handed it to him a small he smiled, dimples showing.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” He said as he wrapped the bandage around his finger. “I’m Jared. Your name?”

“It’s Lyria.” The redhead replied.

“It’s Cherry, actually.” Alexa cut in as she poked at Xander’s muscles.

“Alexa, stop touching my muscles.” He said as he pushed her hands off of him.

Alexa rolled her eyes and continued poking his arms. “I’ll stop doing whatever I want whenever I want. You don’t tell me what to do, you sexy Hulk.”

“So, should we go now, or..?” I asked this very different group of people. There was a very loud girl named Alexa, a very quiet girl named Lyria, a buff Hulk named Xander and a sweet-talking, intelligent looking guy named Jared. And then there’s me, Reagan.

Maybe this won’t be as horrible as I think.

Or maybe it’ll be ten times worse.

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Happy New Years!

I know the story is a day late, but Happy New Years! Hope you enjoy the time with your families and have a great 2017!

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New Year's Resolution

"You have to get out of bed. Please, Connor. You know if Matthew gets here and sees you in bed and sick, he won't be happy but he'll be worried about you." Connor's best friend, Farrah, said gently as she sat on his bed. 

 Connor felt like... shit. Complete and utter shit. He has been expecting his husband home for the past few months. He's in the army and Connor was dreading getting a knock telling him the words that would completely pull him apart.

 "Okay." Farrah said. 

Connor blinked. 

"We're going to cheer you up. I know you're sad and I can't pretend to know what you are going through, but you're my best friend. I can't stand seeing you like this. It's New Year's Eve and I absolutely loathe the depressing feeling surrounding you. I'm going to go get some cake, ice cream and other good stuff and we're going to pout together. Okay, babe?" Connor blinked again. "Okay, I'll be back soon." 

Farrah left the apartment with her heavy boots clinking against the floor. Connor slowly sat up after he was sure she was gone. He slowly got out of bed and padded over to the door. Farrah always forgets to lock the door after he.

Connor walked into his small kitchen, hoping to see some food in the fridge. When he opened it and saw a carton of milk and an egg carton with one egg, he sighed. He sat down at the island in the middle of the small, but immaculate, room and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

Maybe Farrah was right. Maybe he did need to stop moping around. He just didn’t see how that was possible though. His husband of more than 2 years wasn’t here to celebrate the new year with him. Connor hasn’t seen Matthew in months, and he was desperate to see the shaggy hair that aways seemed to be overpowering his husband’s forehead.

Connor got up and drank the rest of his milk as he was walking to the sink. He wanted to sleep again.

Gently, Connor laid down in bed and opened his phone to a wallpaper of Matthew and him smiling. He remembered that day. It was Matthew’s 24th birthday and Connor surprised him with a trip to the beach. They traveled from Georgia to South Carolina because Matt had family there and he had been talking about a genuine beach for forever. Connor was so proud of himself and his smile was so wide the entire day, but he couldn’t help it for making his then boyfriend so happy.

He shook his head; he couldn’t afford to keep thinking of him because it would devastate him even more. Connor laid the phone down on the night drawer next to him and just sat up in bed, thinking of his husband and wanting to hug him again.

He couldn’t tell how much time had passed but he came back to with a heavy knock on the door. That damn Farrah can’t keep her heavy ass hands to herself, he though.

After rolling his eyes he got up to go and answer the door because unfortunately he knew that Farrah would kick down the door if need be. Connor slowly opened the door so that she couldn’t jump on him. When he actually looked up and saw what was in front of him, tears sprang into his eyes.

Connor jumped up and started sobbing as he climbed his tall, lanky husband.

“Matthew, I - i missed y-you s-s-so mu-” Connor couldn’t get his entire sentiment out as he was choking on his sobs.

Matthew was just staring in wonder at the bundle of light in his arms right now. He ignored the pain in his arm and leg and just hugged the man he fell in love with years ago. He couldn’t stand the thought of not going back to his husband after he woke up in the infirmary and was told he might not make it through the next week from an IED explosion. He wasn’t exactly as lucky as some of his fellow soldiers and his heart still mourned for the close friends he lost.

“Sweetheart,” Matthew murmured. “Connor, baby. I was hurt, and as much as i don’t want to let you go, I think i am going to fall soon.

Connor’s eyes popped open and the nurse in him had his body immediately jumping off of his partner’s and checking the parts of his body that were injured and the parts that weren’t. He urged the tall man to sit down and started fussing immediately.

“Are you okay? What happened? Was someone else hurt? What happened? Please tell me you are okay. Baby, please talk--” Connor couldn’t continue speaking as Matthew put a hand over his mouth to stop him.

“I can’t talk if you keep blabbering,sweetheart.” He smiled gently at his small counterpart and continued talking. “There was an explosion, someone hit an area that was supposed to be cleared already. I was in the truck behind and I was trapped under the car for a while. My arm was broken and so were most of the bones in my leg. I had to et therapy but I told them to do it somewhere not here so i didn’t have to worry you. And yeah, other people were hurt. Johnny was killed and-- and Mikey is an a coma, they don’t think he is going to make it. they were right on top of the bomb.”

Matthew’s voice turned somber and mourned for his lost friends. Connor couldn’t bare to see his sweet, caring partner so sad. He kissed his cheek and tried to steer the topic clear. “What’s your New Years Resolution?”

“Huh?” Matthew was confused at the turn of subject.

“Your New Year’s Resolution.”

“To make sure i spend every waking and breathing moment i have with you. That is my resolution.” Matthew said, while caressing his husband’s face.

Connor smiled. “I can help you with that.”

They both turned to the clock. It read 12:00, exactly. They turned back to each other.

“Happy New Year, baby.” they said together, and shared a New Year’s kiss.

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Back At It Again

"Psst.” Her ears perked up. Kai couldn’t believe he was trying this again. “Pssssssst.” She was going to die from keeping her laughs in but it will have been worth it. Her curiosity in this situation could not be sated until the boy was on the ground or next to her on her bed. “Yo, Kai. I know you hear me! You have to watch, I’m making history tonight right next to your window!” She still didn’t look outside. She bit on her chocolate colored arm and tried not to laugh. She was thoroughly enjoying making him wait and seeing what he would do. She gave up after he whimpered a little bit, she was a sucker every time even though she knew it was fake. “Hi, Nicky.” She grinned out of the window down to her boyfriend Dominic as he was standing at the bottom of the tree. “Back at it again, I see.” She saw him roll his eyes; he hated it when she called him Nicky, but he could never get himself to tell her to stop. “Sweetheart, keep your eyes on me. I am climbing this damn tree tonight, you hear me? And then we’re going to celebrate the hell out of it!” She nodded with a huge cheesy grin. She couldn’t say that she was in love, but the sight of him and all his dark muscles had her heart skipping a beat because she knew what was under all of it. Dominic started climbing the tree and his smile was getting bigger and bigger. This was the highest he had ever gotten and she decided to snap a picture. Dominic was almost close enough to reach her window but someone’s car alarm went off. His hand slipped off and he tumbled down to the ground. Kai’s eyes were wide open. Her Nicky had never fell that far because he had never reached that high on the tree. She ran outside of her and tried to be quiet by her dad’s room when she saw that we wasn’t there. She was worried, but more worried about her boyfriend of more than a year. She got downstairs and what she saw had her doubling over onto the floor with tears slowly forming in her eyes. “Uh, hi, Mr. Johnson.” There was her sweet, bear of a boyfriend trying to seem meek and innocent while standing in front of her dad in the doorway. Although she couldn’t see it, she knew he was blushing to the roots of his hair. “Hello, Dominic. What were you doing on my lawn at almost 1 o'clock in the morning?” Kai’s dad asked while tapping his foot and looking very serious. She knew her dad wasn’t really upset because she told him Nicky was coming over tonight, just not this late. “Uhm, well. I was just, uh, trying to memorize the, uh, patterns of the grass to make sure… to make sure I knew where to walk to pick up Kai for prom.” Nicky smiled proudly, she could tell he came up with that last bit with some confidence, but it didn’t take away from his entirety ridiculous answer. “Well, uh Dominic. I’d appreciate if you didn’t try to break my tree while trying to sneak into my daughter’s room past midnight. Understood?” Kai’s father was having a ball and she couldn’t help but feel bad when she saw Nicky sweating and rubbing his hands together. “Alright, dad. Stop torturing him. Come on, Nicky, he’s just messing with you.” She finally relieved her boyfriend and could have continued laughing at the face of relief Dominic made. “You can continue enjoying your beauty sleep, Old Man.”

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Hello!

Im too busy and too lazy to write an entire story so instead I'm just going to write some scenes that I think of. Needed some way to get it out and hope this works lol 👏🏾without further ado