Dear Diary Chapter 1
My first story...
Dear Diary,
I know it's been awhile, three days to be exact, since the last time I spoke to Nick, and I would just like you to know that I am prepared to be as stubborn as it takes to force him to apologize. I am in full pout mode and completely ready to ignore him to the fullest extent of my, or any female for that matter's, ability... I know, I know he's probably going to be pissed, okay well definitely going to be pissed, when I don't show up tonight but he has to remember that even though he's my best friend he doesn't get away with everything... Even though I want to believe that I'm right this time, I can't help feeling... well I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling. Its kind of butterfly in the stomach or a I-know-this-is-wrong-of-me kind of feeling but I'm also mad. All I know is that I can't sit in my room all night debating the topic of betrayal with inanimate objects. And yes, I said objects in the plural because, you would be happy to know, the radio agrees with you that I should put on my jacket and run down to the movie theater and meet Nick, and apologize for ignoring him at lunch. But I am the human here and the human gets the final say. When you fall in love with the printer then you'll understand till then, no one is giving me advice. Not that I'm in love with Nick. I mean of course I love him, I have since 2nd grade when he first became my best friend, but I'm not in love with him... Ugh, I'm going on a walk, I probably won't be back for a couple of hours so don't freak out and call the police if I'm not back before dark. I just don't want to be here when Nick comes by looking for me. And for your information I will not be going anywhere near the Movie Zone on Fifth Street so you and the radio can stuff it.
Love, Ana
I closed my diary and put it back in its safe hiding place under my pillow. I don't know why I hid it, I didn't have any brothers or sisters who would steal it and my parents were always in other towns visiting relatives, or saving trees, or on vacation from saving trees but hiding it just felt like the right thing to do.
Closing my door behind me, I grabbed my black jacket off the hallway floor and went to the downstairs guest bathroom, not that we ever had any guests, taking the stairs two at a time. I felt around for the switch on the wall and, finding it, snapped it on. I took a swift look in the mirror and decided to let my hair down. It was unnaturally straight and so black that it made ink look gray, further evidence that I was not related to my parents being as they had blonde and brown hair and plain brown eyes where I had light gray or crystal blue ones depending on what they felt like being at the time. I combed through my hair with my fingers and, satisfied with the results, put the light jacket on over my blue tanktop.
On my way out I turned off any lights that I had left on while making dinner and locked the door behind me, not bothering to leave a note on the door for Nick, he would get the message when I didn't show up at the movies. Remembering the movies I got the funny butterfly feeling from earlier. You see, I met Nick when he first moved here in 2nd grade. His cubby was next to mine, it was as simple as that. And later, when we started doing everything together we started going to the movies as well, every Saturday night we would go see something even if we had seen it the weekend before. At eight o'clock I would meet him at the Movie Zone or, if the weather was bad he would show up at my door with and umbrella and walk me to his car. But if it wasn't raining then we would just walk.
Tonight it wasn't raining but it was humid and I stretched as I walked, feeling the warm and inviting night as it settled on the small town of Hayes Crossing. I walked down the street, in the opposite direction of the theater I might add, past the last house on the street and even further down the road I passed the Hayes High School where the stadium lights were locked onto the tiny football field and cheering people rooted for a hopeless football game. I walked farther past the ice cream shop, which did nothing to get my mind off my current troubles. I sat on a bench across the road from the cheery little shop where Nick always surprised me, or tried to, with my favorite ice cream cone. I pulled my legs up rested my forehead against my knees. If I wasn't going to be able to get Nick off my mind then I was going to think things through. You see, I had a boyfriend recently, notice I said had, till about three days ago when I blew Nick off to spend a few hours with Tony. I knew things would never work with Tony because, well frankly I didn't like his name. Anthony Crest, what kind of name was that? But I hung out with him just the same. I was supposed to meet Nick at the football game but I didn't and when his car pulled up in front of my house and he got calmly out I felt the same sinking feeling that I was having right now. He casually walked up to the porch where I sat with Tony and asked, "Where were you?" thought the answer was obvious it seemed he was determined to make me admit it.
"Nick I'm sorry, you knew I didn't want to go to that game. It's pointless anyway we always lose." I answered in a pleading voice.
"It's okay dude," Tony said, and I wished he hadn't, "she was with me, and she's right, Hayes sucks." I quickly looked at Nick, waiting for him to blow up at Tony. But, to my surprise, he kept his eyes on mine and spoke slowly.
"Anthony," Instantly Anthony was mad, no one ever used his whole name, "I think it's about your bedtime so please leave." When Tony opened his mouth to say something, Nick finally removed his piercing green eyes from my ashamed gray ones, "Now." And Tony hopped to his feet and swiveled to glare at me.
"Well I guess I'll leave you and your boyfriend alone. This wasn't working anyway. Maybe I'll see you around." And he turned and walked to his car. When he started it up it roared at a deafening level and neither me nor Nick spoke until he was well down the street.
"Thanks a lot Nick," I said as sarcastically as I could, "remind me I owe you one" I added glaring at him. He just continued to stare at me. He was wearing a tan leather jacket over a tight green t-shirt that matched his eyes and showed exactly how in-shape he was. His mid-length black hair was tousled, spikily pointing every way. It was always like that and it fitted him perfectly. He wasn't pale but he wasn't tan either, somewhere in the middle I guess.
"Ana," he finally said after staring me down for a few more seconds. "Sorry about your boyfriend, but you could have at least called to tell me you weren't going to come. You were supposed to meet my uncle. I had to drop him off at the airport after the game though so I guess you won't get to now."
"Nick I really am sorry, Tony just showed up and wanted to hangout." My excuse was weak and my voice reflected that, fading at the end.
"Well sorry for interrupting your date. I won't do it again." He turned to stalk away but I stood up, finally mad.
"You won't have to worry about doing it again because, in case you didn't notice, he kind of just BROKE UP WITH ME!" I said my voice turning into a low-level shout by the end. And I walked into the house and slammed the door. I slid to the carpet with my back against the wooden door expecting to hear the quiet purr of his car as it revved before speeding down the street, but nothing came. I heard him step onto the porch and try to turn the knob only to find it locked. I peeked out of the window beside the key table and saw that he was bout to knock but he hesitated with his hand raised in the air. Then he ran his fingers through his hair and huffed. He turned and proceeded towards his car.
I was brought back to the present by the feel of the bench shifting as something else sat down. I assumed it was Murphy the town stray that always seemed to be there at the right time so I said, "Go away Murphy, not now."
To my surprise a silent reply came followed by a laugh. "Bark, Bark" It was not the voice I wanted to hear. I would have preferred Murphy. I pulled my head up to rest it on my knees so I wouldn't have to look at his beautiful eyes only to see an ice cream cone dancing a few inches in front of my face.
"But I fetched you an ice cream cone, can I pleasssse stay?" he begged making me laugh. Annoyed with myself I snatched the cone away and turned my back towards him to eat my shame-cone in peace.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Movie theater?" I asked between licks on the chocolate cone.
"Well I was supposed to wait for a beautiful girl there but then I heard this voice in my head that said 'Do you see how stupid you look right now? She's not coming' So I started walking towards her house, you know just to see if this voice was right. And wouldn't you know it, as I'm walking toward her house she's walking away. But she's definitely not heading towards the Movie Zone." He said summing up his evening.
"This voice sounds smart," I replied scathingly, indicating that he was right.
"Listen Ana, if this is about the other day then I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you but I just felt forgotten," he said in a quiet voice. I turned to look at his brilliant green eyes the feeling of victory replacing the guilt momentarily. He was wearing a white shirt under a black jacket and jeans. But on the bench next to him I saw a bundle of lilies, my favorite flower. He saw me staring at them and picked them up.
"They were going to be my apology present but I thought you might like ice cream more." I threw what was left of my cone into the trash can beside the bench and took them from him, my hand touching his.
"Jeez you're cold," he said pulling me closer and putting his jacket around my shoulders, I hadn't noticed while I was thinking but it had gotten colder. The sun was down and lights were on in all the shops lining the street. It was dark on this side of the street. Hayes prided it's self on its perfect parks and we were sitting on the bench closest to the street in one of them. I pulled the lilies closer to my face but they had no smell, or if they did it didn't reach my nose because a cold wind blew and I cuddled closer to Nick.
He put one arm around me and pushed my hair out of my face with his other. That done, he played with the stem of one of the lilies, still in my hand. "You were wrong."
"About what?" He sounded distracted, clearly his mind was somewhere else as he stared across the street.
"The flowers are better." I said watching the flowers sway in the cold wind. He was silent for a moment so I looked up. He was staring at me. "What?" Instead of responding he moved his hand from the stem of the lily he played with to my chin then he pulled my mouth to his.
At first I did not understand. My mind could not comprehend what Nick was doing. My mind seemed to say 'cannot compute' he moved his fingers to my cheek as his lips continued to move softly against mine. 'Cannot compute'. He deepened the kiss. 'Cannot compute'. Then I realized that something must be computing because I was kissing him back. He pulled me against him and continued to kiss me until car lights swept across us, the game must have been over because a few more followed closely after.
Silently he picked the flowers up from the ground where they had fallen when he had begun the kiss and handed them back to me. Then he proceeded to help me up from the bench. I hate to admit that I needed his help because I couldn't feel my legs yet. Not letting go of my hand he began to walk me home.
It was a silent walk, though comfortable, but I didn't know what to say anyway. Instead of thinking of a witty remark as I should have been, I just continued to enjoy how warm my hand was in his. He didn't speak either and eventually my house came into view. As it did I pulled his jacket off my shoulders and returned it to its rightful owner. We turned onto the walk leading to the steps of my home and he followed me halfway up the steps. I had begun to dig in my pocket for the keys to the door when he spun me around to face him. I was a step above and only because of that our faces were on the same level. He tucked my hair behind ear and pulled my face to his once more. This time I did compute and I let the 12 years of friendship we had melt away as I gambled on something more, kissing him back for as long as I could. Slowly, eventually, we both slowed and he broke the kiss but continued to press his lips to mine two more times before turning and silently walking away.
"Damn," I said to myself as I shut the door behind me. Score; Ana: 0, Inanimate objects: 1.
My first story. Chapter 2 coming soon...
I know it's been awhile, three days to be exact, since the last time I spoke to Nick, and I would just like you to know that I am prepared to be as stubborn as it takes to force him to apologize. I am in full pout mode and completely ready to ignore him to the fullest extent of my, or any female for that matter's, ability... I know, I know he's probably going to be pissed, okay well definitely going to be pissed, when I don't show up tonight but he has to remember that even though he's my best friend he doesn't get away with everything... Even though I want to believe that I'm right this time, I can't help feeling... well I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling. Its kind of butterfly in the stomach or a I-know-this-is-wrong-of-me kind of feeling but I'm also mad. All I know is that I can't sit in my room all night debating the topic of betrayal with inanimate objects. And yes, I said objects in the plural because, you would be happy to know, the radio agrees with you that I should put on my jacket and run down to the movie theater and meet Nick, and apologize for ignoring him at lunch. But I am the human here and the human gets the final say. When you fall in love with the printer then you'll understand till then, no one is giving me advice. Not that I'm in love with Nick. I mean of course I love him, I have since 2nd grade when he first became my best friend, but I'm not in love with him... Ugh, I'm going on a walk, I probably won't be back for a couple of hours so don't freak out and call the police if I'm not back before dark. I just don't want to be here when Nick comes by looking for me. And for your information I will not be going anywhere near the Movie Zone on Fifth Street so you and the radio can stuff it.
Love, Ana
I closed my diary and put it back in its safe hiding place under my pillow. I don't know why I hid it, I didn't have any brothers or sisters who would steal it and my parents were always in other towns visiting relatives, or saving trees, or on vacation from saving trees but hiding it just felt like the right thing to do.
Closing my door behind me, I grabbed my black jacket off the hallway floor and went to the downstairs guest bathroom, not that we ever had any guests, taking the stairs two at a time. I felt around for the switch on the wall and, finding it, snapped it on. I took a swift look in the mirror and decided to let my hair down. It was unnaturally straight and so black that it made ink look gray, further evidence that I was not related to my parents being as they had blonde and brown hair and plain brown eyes where I had light gray or crystal blue ones depending on what they felt like being at the time. I combed through my hair with my fingers and, satisfied with the results, put the light jacket on over my blue tanktop.
On my way out I turned off any lights that I had left on while making dinner and locked the door behind me, not bothering to leave a note on the door for Nick, he would get the message when I didn't show up at the movies. Remembering the movies I got the funny butterfly feeling from earlier. You see, I met Nick when he first moved here in 2nd grade. His cubby was next to mine, it was as simple as that. And later, when we started doing everything together we started going to the movies as well, every Saturday night we would go see something even if we had seen it the weekend before. At eight o'clock I would meet him at the Movie Zone or, if the weather was bad he would show up at my door with and umbrella and walk me to his car. But if it wasn't raining then we would just walk.
Tonight it wasn't raining but it was humid and I stretched as I walked, feeling the warm and inviting night as it settled on the small town of Hayes Crossing. I walked down the street, in the opposite direction of the theater I might add, past the last house on the street and even further down the road I passed the Hayes High School where the stadium lights were locked onto the tiny football field and cheering people rooted for a hopeless football game. I walked farther past the ice cream shop, which did nothing to get my mind off my current troubles. I sat on a bench across the road from the cheery little shop where Nick always surprised me, or tried to, with my favorite ice cream cone. I pulled my legs up rested my forehead against my knees. If I wasn't going to be able to get Nick off my mind then I was going to think things through. You see, I had a boyfriend recently, notice I said had, till about three days ago when I blew Nick off to spend a few hours with Tony. I knew things would never work with Tony because, well frankly I didn't like his name. Anthony Crest, what kind of name was that? But I hung out with him just the same. I was supposed to meet Nick at the football game but I didn't and when his car pulled up in front of my house and he got calmly out I felt the same sinking feeling that I was having right now. He casually walked up to the porch where I sat with Tony and asked, "Where were you?" thought the answer was obvious it seemed he was determined to make me admit it.
"Nick I'm sorry, you knew I didn't want to go to that game. It's pointless anyway we always lose." I answered in a pleading voice.
"It's okay dude," Tony said, and I wished he hadn't, "she was with me, and she's right, Hayes sucks." I quickly looked at Nick, waiting for him to blow up at Tony. But, to my surprise, he kept his eyes on mine and spoke slowly.
"Anthony," Instantly Anthony was mad, no one ever used his whole name, "I think it's about your bedtime so please leave." When Tony opened his mouth to say something, Nick finally removed his piercing green eyes from my ashamed gray ones, "Now." And Tony hopped to his feet and swiveled to glare at me.
"Well I guess I'll leave you and your boyfriend alone. This wasn't working anyway. Maybe I'll see you around." And he turned and walked to his car. When he started it up it roared at a deafening level and neither me nor Nick spoke until he was well down the street.
"Thanks a lot Nick," I said as sarcastically as I could, "remind me I owe you one" I added glaring at him. He just continued to stare at me. He was wearing a tan leather jacket over a tight green t-shirt that matched his eyes and showed exactly how in-shape he was. His mid-length black hair was tousled, spikily pointing every way. It was always like that and it fitted him perfectly. He wasn't pale but he wasn't tan either, somewhere in the middle I guess.
"Ana," he finally said after staring me down for a few more seconds. "Sorry about your boyfriend, but you could have at least called to tell me you weren't going to come. You were supposed to meet my uncle. I had to drop him off at the airport after the game though so I guess you won't get to now."
"Nick I really am sorry, Tony just showed up and wanted to hangout." My excuse was weak and my voice reflected that, fading at the end.
"Well sorry for interrupting your date. I won't do it again." He turned to stalk away but I stood up, finally mad.
"You won't have to worry about doing it again because, in case you didn't notice, he kind of just BROKE UP WITH ME!" I said my voice turning into a low-level shout by the end. And I walked into the house and slammed the door. I slid to the carpet with my back against the wooden door expecting to hear the quiet purr of his car as it revved before speeding down the street, but nothing came. I heard him step onto the porch and try to turn the knob only to find it locked. I peeked out of the window beside the key table and saw that he was bout to knock but he hesitated with his hand raised in the air. Then he ran his fingers through his hair and huffed. He turned and proceeded towards his car.
I was brought back to the present by the feel of the bench shifting as something else sat down. I assumed it was Murphy the town stray that always seemed to be there at the right time so I said, "Go away Murphy, not now."
To my surprise a silent reply came followed by a laugh. "Bark, Bark" It was not the voice I wanted to hear. I would have preferred Murphy. I pulled my head up to rest it on my knees so I wouldn't have to look at his beautiful eyes only to see an ice cream cone dancing a few inches in front of my face.
"But I fetched you an ice cream cone, can I pleasssse stay?" he begged making me laugh. Annoyed with myself I snatched the cone away and turned my back towards him to eat my shame-cone in peace.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the Movie theater?" I asked between licks on the chocolate cone.
"Well I was supposed to wait for a beautiful girl there but then I heard this voice in my head that said 'Do you see how stupid you look right now? She's not coming' So I started walking towards her house, you know just to see if this voice was right. And wouldn't you know it, as I'm walking toward her house she's walking away. But she's definitely not heading towards the Movie Zone." He said summing up his evening.
"This voice sounds smart," I replied scathingly, indicating that he was right.
"Listen Ana, if this is about the other day then I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you but I just felt forgotten," he said in a quiet voice. I turned to look at his brilliant green eyes the feeling of victory replacing the guilt momentarily. He was wearing a white shirt under a black jacket and jeans. But on the bench next to him I saw a bundle of lilies, my favorite flower. He saw me staring at them and picked them up.
"They were going to be my apology present but I thought you might like ice cream more." I threw what was left of my cone into the trash can beside the bench and took them from him, my hand touching his.
"Jeez you're cold," he said pulling me closer and putting his jacket around my shoulders, I hadn't noticed while I was thinking but it had gotten colder. The sun was down and lights were on in all the shops lining the street. It was dark on this side of the street. Hayes prided it's self on its perfect parks and we were sitting on the bench closest to the street in one of them. I pulled the lilies closer to my face but they had no smell, or if they did it didn't reach my nose because a cold wind blew and I cuddled closer to Nick.
He put one arm around me and pushed my hair out of my face with his other. That done, he played with the stem of one of the lilies, still in my hand. "You were wrong."
"About what?" He sounded distracted, clearly his mind was somewhere else as he stared across the street.
"The flowers are better." I said watching the flowers sway in the cold wind. He was silent for a moment so I looked up. He was staring at me. "What?" Instead of responding he moved his hand from the stem of the lily he played with to my chin then he pulled my mouth to his.
At first I did not understand. My mind could not comprehend what Nick was doing. My mind seemed to say 'cannot compute' he moved his fingers to my cheek as his lips continued to move softly against mine. 'Cannot compute'. He deepened the kiss. 'Cannot compute'. Then I realized that something must be computing because I was kissing him back. He pulled me against him and continued to kiss me until car lights swept across us, the game must have been over because a few more followed closely after.
Silently he picked the flowers up from the ground where they had fallen when he had begun the kiss and handed them back to me. Then he proceeded to help me up from the bench. I hate to admit that I needed his help because I couldn't feel my legs yet. Not letting go of my hand he began to walk me home.
It was a silent walk, though comfortable, but I didn't know what to say anyway. Instead of thinking of a witty remark as I should have been, I just continued to enjoy how warm my hand was in his. He didn't speak either and eventually my house came into view. As it did I pulled his jacket off my shoulders and returned it to its rightful owner. We turned onto the walk leading to the steps of my home and he followed me halfway up the steps. I had begun to dig in my pocket for the keys to the door when he spun me around to face him. I was a step above and only because of that our faces were on the same level. He tucked my hair behind ear and pulled my face to his once more. This time I did compute and I let the 12 years of friendship we had melt away as I gambled on something more, kissing him back for as long as I could. Slowly, eventually, we both slowed and he broke the kiss but continued to press his lips to mine two more times before turning and silently walking away.
"Damn," I said to myself as I shut the door behind me. Score; Ana: 0, Inanimate objects: 1.
My first story. Chapter 2 coming soon...
Post Comment | View Comments
