So, grumps and I have recently been talking about writing a romance.
Though many of my stories include a small romantic side, I decided to start a romance, I don't know how long it'll be, but it just seems like a cute idea...
So here is all that I just wrote. I'm really working on character interactions, so if you have any feedback, let me know...
(i'll reveal what the characters look like if I continue writing it)
"Would you like anything miss?"
The voice speaking shook the girl from her daze. Sitting in the cafe alone gave her lots of time to think.
"I'm okay, thanks," She didn't look from the window, and whoever was asking had walked away. The heat from outside was leaking inside and bleeding over the stack of pages and the ice water she had on the table.
Write a story.
She was writing a story. She had actually finished it, but there she sat, still feeling anxious and unsure of it. The story was incomplete.
"You're just bein critical," all her friends had said.
No matter what they said, she couldn't shake the fact that something was missing. She read and reread the story over and over again. the characters were perfect and the storyline was enthralling. People would love it, she was sure of that, but it could be better.
She had spent so long in the cafe that the heat from the window had been replaced with the chill of evening.
jacket, scarf, bag, and papers.
With one final sip of water, she gathered her things and walked out. The slight breeze quickly caught her face and she tried to hide from the chill using her scarf. Other people were walking around the town just as they usually do. running around from place to place. The current weather was about as perfect as it ever got.
Her mind was still playing through the story, constantly trying to find new ways to edit. She was still deep in thought when she was suddenly shoved to the side. A crowd of five or so ran through the sidewalk.
The papers flew in every direction. She was stopped by the wall. Her hands were scratched from the rough brick wall. She just stared as the papers floated all around the area. The crowds kept moving, absent mindedly walking through the mess. It hurt her back when she slid down the brick wall into a sit, but she did it anyways.
One breath out.
She could feel the warmth leave her body as she breathed. Staring at the mess of papers, she continued in her daze.
"would you like anything miss?"
She looked up this time. and spit out a sour laugh, "where do I start?"
He reached out a hand, "how about standing up?"
"oh, what?" she raised an eyebrow, "standing is for the normal folk, sitting," she let out one breathy laugh through her nose, "sitting is for royalty."
"your sarcasm is dazzling, my fair lady, but" he got down to her level, "you don't really look comfortable,"
"oh, what gave it away?" she sighed dramatically, "the brick burns on my hands? or the fact that i'm sitting on a gum-covered sidewalk?"
"You know, it's funny, but somehow I prefer not to think about the second reason." he laughed and smiled. She outstretched her hand he pulled her up.
"oh, sorry about up the push,"
"well, I personally didn't do it, but I will give my friends a stern lecture when I see them" They had begun walking in the original direction. "do you need to get your things?"
The girl cast a sideways glance at the papers flying around and shrugged, "I have it all saved on my computer anyways,"
"of course they are," he laughed a little to ease into the silence.
"so you work at the cafe?"
He looked at her, a little shocked that he had forgotten something, "oh yeah, my bad" he stretched and scratched the back of his head. "I'm John. I like long walks on the beach, and my phone number is-"
"woaaaah fella, calm down, just tell me your social security and bank account number and we can be friends,"
He laughed again, then raised his eyebrow and nudged her arm with his elbow, "I was serious about the long walks on the beach though,"
"mhmm i'm sure."
They continued to walk, until he needed to go meet back up with his friends. When they reached to the curb, he reached for her hand, "it was a pleasure talking to you, miss-" he paused.
"yeah? something wrong?"
John dropped her hand and put his finger to his lips staring at her face. "you look more like an, an, an Audrey,"
"an Audrey? I don't even like that name!" Becca began to walk away but he quickly grabbed her hand. He pulled a pen from his back pocket, and began writing on her palm. Immediately Becca's face turned red, and she brought up her other hand to cover her face.
"you do realize we're still on a public sidewalk, right?"
"you have a problem?" He cast a quick and wicked smile and then kissed the spot on her hand he had written on. "It was wonderful meeting you, Becca,"
With that, he ran off after his friends, disappearing into the crowd. Once again, Becca was standing immoveable on the sidewalk.
She had found what was wrong with the story she had written. Or any story she ever wrote.
She looked at the phone number written on her hand and smiled.
None of then had him in it.
there it is! enjoy!!
------------------- PART TWO-------------------
With a sigh, Becca fell on her bed and looked at the ceiling of her apartment. Her laptop was open, but was off to the side. She could only think of him. The way he was. The way he looked, acted, felt. Becca rolled over and stared at the dim screen, filled with the pages of mediocre characters and adventures. Somehow she had to fit John in, because he was what she needed. The only problem, was that she knew nothing about him, and there wasn't anything she could write about yet.
A reluctant sigh left her mouth as her hands, shaking, reached for her cell phone.
"hello?" he had picked up before the first ring. She could already feel his smile.
"hey!" She said in her upbeat phone voice.
".... Who is this?"
Becca laughed, of course, this wasn't a movie, "heeyy, it's Becca," she bit her lip.
"Becca! It's you!" She could hear other voices and laughter on his end of the phone, "hey! what's up?"
"You're busy aren't you?" again he disappeared into the noise on his end.
"yeah, but uh," he paused, "if you don't mind noise, you could come over?"
Becca's eyes widened, suddenly she became conscious of her outfit, and her hair. She literally looked like a stereotypical hipster, writer girl. "umm"
"hey, come on, I'd love to see you again! it's been so long," he was pleading now, but must have caught himself and resorted back to his humor, "it's been like, what? 15 minutes? Becca I cannot go on another second without seeing you," laughter erupted on the other end.
They discussed the location and hung up. Becca scrambled to the mirror and checked over herself. Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she figured she looked relatively stylish, and grabbed her bag and ran outside.
They were at the park, right where John had promised. A figure stood up and waved in her direction. There were so many people. She stood there frozen, and the figure started to run to her.
"Hey," he breathed deeply. "what's up?"
"who are these people?"
"oh, haha, some are roommates, others are just friends. We're just celebrating the break."
"oh," she laughed nervously, "okay,"
"c'mon!" John pulled her hand and they raced forward into the park.
The park was crowded even though John's group of 7 were the only people there. They had sprawled blankets around the grass and had more bags of chips and other junk food than any one could imagine.
"Hey, we're boys! Don't judge," It was as if he could read her mind. "They won't bite," John added, as he started to lead Becca to the group.
Before they could even reach the blankets, the "boys" ran to Becca, literally welcoming her with open arms. Some said, "Heyyyy!" others, "Join the party!" The roar of noise surrounded Becca, be she could still make out a "wow, she's pretty," and "is this the girl that stole John's heart?" followed by a whack and an "ouch".
"Hey, hey, give her some space," John's voice appeared right behind her. She had thought that he had been lost in the mob of men, but he had stuck by her. He continued to call for peace until everybody was calm and sitting. John introduced everybody by name, but Becca was in such a daze that she didn't remember any of them.
When she had decided to come, she really had no idea what she had signed herself up for. All she wanted to do was get to know John better. She sat down after John made a spot by him. Who knew what people looking would think; one girl in a crowd of guys. She looked again at all the faces in the circle, each one as handsome as the last. Though they were all handsome, it wasn't even just their looks. It was as if these people had a quality inside that showed through, making each one look just as perfect as they should.
Becca finally looked at John beside her. Out of the lot of guys, he wasn't the most attractive or popular, but he was different. John turned and looked back at becca in the middle of his sentence and smiled.
For the first time in years, she felt butterflies. And for the first time in a while, she felt wanted.
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