the pizza story
It didn’t start off with pizza, actually. It was just me, freshly broken-hearted, because the girl that I liked for four months(who liked me back) got together with someone she barely knew. An almost stranger. That’s who I lost to--along with my anxieties--so naturally, I went to writing as a coping method. As I do.
This vent-y story started off like this: a fashion design major falling in love with another student who volunteered to model for them, but they were too late to confess before someone snatches the love interest away. There’s much more nuance to it than that, but that was the initial idea.
Between my first attempt of this story, which I scrapped completely, and the current version I’m working on, I’ve done... more attempts. If I’m correct, there are 5. All of them were told in different forms, point of views, tenses, and main characters. I’ve changed the characters a lot, too. Of which include:
- A fashion design major who gets taught how to roller skate (novel)
- The main character telling a story of how they fell in love and got together on their 5th anniversary (short story)
- The main character struggling with expressing themselves finally meets someone who accepts them (novel)
- I really don’t remember the other two. I would check, but my Google Docs is a little...
There were two things in common with all of these attempts--one, the main character goes through heartbreak. two, them, the love interest, and the “rival” all end up together.
I’m a loser for polyamory. I’m well aware I can’t even get myself to enter a monogamous relationship, but.
Currently, the story is like this, I would give a spoiler alert but anyone reading this will never see the final product anyway:
The main character goes to the movies on Valentine’s day, hungover and wallowing in his thoughts about the recent heartbreak. Before he can rip the extra ticket he accidentally bought, a stranger comes up to stop him, and offers to watch the movie together.
The main character makes hazy, idle comments about the romance movie playing before them as he eats a mini pan pizza. In the cinema, yes, it’s fiction and I can do what I want. The stranger listens. I think what makes this better is that the MC is dressed in a black fur coat and has bright pink hair.
They watch movies the whole day. Not once does the main character question why this handsome stranger is alone on Valentine’s day.
Throughout the day, the MC calls the same person who broke his heart in between movies. At some point, the MC returns from a phone call crying, leaving the stranger to console him.
Night comes, they’re still going to watch three more movies, that is until the stranger brings up that his boyfriend is going to join them.
The main character is disappointed. He hides it. He thinks he hides it well, until said boyfriend is actually the person who broke his heart by saying yes to dating a stranger.
Ironic, right? They all end up together, anyway. At some point. It’s a short story.
I’m not sure if I still like the girl, but I really do like this story, even if it drastically changes every time I attempt it. I hope this one turns out good. I’m going to work on it today.
(if she asked me out today, though, i would say yes immediately, no doubt. please support your lesbian writer)
