June Writing Challenge: Crystal

I know, it’s been forever! To be honest I wrote this a while ago but I hated it so I’ve been doing some editing! But here’s the newest addition without any further delay ^.^

8. (Fri) Crystal

Another sigh left Vivienne’s lips as she slumped further in her seat. She didn’t understand why she kept putting herself in situations that had no possible positive outcome for her.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some business to take care of,” Charlotte apologized as she pulled a chair across from Vivienne. Vivienne nodded as to accept her apology and pushed a menu towards her.

June Writing Challenge: Pitter Patter

This is definitely the best entry I’ve written for this challenge thus far. Over a thousand words woohoo ^.^

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7. (Thurs) Pitter Patter

Bright light appeared behind Vivienne’s eyes and she subconsciously raised an arm to block out the light. A warm hand gently pulled her hand away from her face and she felt finger faintly linger on her skin. It seemed surreal, the touch was soft yet felt empowering at the same time. Vivienne pulled the hand closer to her face to lean into it, but the hand jerked away and let go of her hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she was surprised to see what she saw—no one there.

June Writing Challenge: Bubbles

5. (Tues) Bubbles

Blonde locks of hair flowing over her shoulder, the young child ran through the hall.  Her bubbly laughter could be heard bouncing off the hollow walls and Gabriel’s low groan followed.

“Lola you need to come eat lunch,” he shouted after her. Her laughter turned into a playful shriek as Gabriel engulfed her into a hug and carried her into the kitchen.

“Look at you being a good uncle,” Vivienne pointed out as Gabriel sat Lola on a stool facing the kitchen island. Gabriel shot Vivienne a desperate look and she smiled.

When it came to children, Gabriel was quite good with them although he claimed he disliked children. It was quite easy to assume Lola was Gabriel’s daughter, instead of his niece, with the way he interacted with her.

Lola looked wide-eyed at the bottle of bubbles at the end of the island and her small hands reached across the table for the bottle. Gabriel smiled at her effort and easily reached for the bottle and slid it within her reach.

A wide grin grew on her lips as Gabriel untwisted the cap and held out the wand for her. Lola took a deep breath, filling her cheeks with air before exhaling. A large bubble separated itself from the wand and floated weightlessly through the air. Lola watched in delight as she watched the bubble drift higher and higher in the air.

Gabriel blew a few more bubbles to avoid a meltdown when the first bubble burst but Lola reached for the wand, wanting to blow more of her own bubbles. He handed the wand to her with no objections and Gabriel took the opportunity to sit in the stool next to her, seeing Lola had the bubble making under control.

“I’m sure Lola will go home and tell her dad all about the fun she had with you,” Vivienne said happily as she leaned against the island next to Gabriel. Gabriel nodded in agreement and he leaned over to rest his head against her arm.

Vivienne froze.

“Children are a handful,” he said to himself softly. Vivienne tried to continue breathing at a steady pace, the last thing she needed was to be unconscious in front of a child. She racked her mind for something they could talk about, anything that could divert her attention from him being that close to her.

“How was your date yesterday?” Vivienne asked as she reached for a piece of fruit across the table. She knew wasn’t going to eat it, she just needed something to look at.

Gabriel cleared his throat and lifted his head from Vivienne’s arm.

“It was alright. I wouldn’t consider it a date, more of just a get together between two friends,” he clarified.

Vivienne rolled the orange back across the table.

“Do you have candle get togethers with all your friends?”

Gabriel paused and looked over at her.

“Why would you say that?”

Vivienne shrugged. She suddenly didn’t want to have this conversation anymore. Lola’s bubble blowing came to a halt as the sound of a familiar knock paused the conversation between Vivienne and Gabriel.

Thank God, she thought to herself.

Gabriel and Vivienne watched as Lola jumped off the stool and ran towards her father. He waved a brief goodbye and exited the condo with Lola.

Gabriel sat back in the same stool and he sighed.

“Vivienne, I don’t understand you. And when you’re best friend is saying that, it’s a problem,” he started. Vivienne thought about interrupting him, but it seemed he wasn’t going to stop talking yet.

“Are you jealous of Charlotte? Is that why you feel the need to bring  her name up in every conversation? Are you worried she’s going to replace you?” he questioned.

Vivienne paused to think of her answer. Was she really jealous of Charlotte?

“You know what, don’t answer that. I’m going to act like this conversation never happened. Sound good to you?”

Vivienne nodded her head. There were plenty of conversations she acted like she never had.

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June Writing Challenge: Candlelight

4. (Mon) Candlelight 

“So like I was saying, be sure to drop hints to him but be very subtle about it. You’re his best friend so it’s more likely he won’t forget.” Vivienne stirred her straw around her iced tea as she nodded to Charlotte’s suggestions. Everything she was saying went through Vivienne’s right ear, and straight out the left without her processing any of it. She was still trying to comprehend why Charlotte had even asked her out for lunch.

Charlotte pulled her auburn hair over her shoulder and began to analyze the tips. “I’m thinking about changing my hair color. I think Gabriel is more into deep brunettes like you.”

Vivienne paused from her endless stirring and she looked up at Charlotte. She definitely comprehended the last bit she said. Charlotte’s pale blue eyes widened at her and a flush of color stained her cheeks.

“I know you probably don’t think of him that way,” she began as she clasped her hands together. “And I probably shouldn’t tell you that he does for sure, but I’m pretty positive. Gabriel feels something for you, and that’s the exact reason why we aren’t dating.”

Vivienne took a sip from her iced tea and she looked away from Charlotte. She wasn’t going to believe it. Charlotte was lying to her.

“I’m assuming you either feel something as well or you don’t believe what I’m saying.”

Vivienne didn’t respond. No smile, not a glance towards Charlotte’s face, not even a head nod.

“I don’t think it’s my place to tell you. Maybe Gabriel will tell you one day,” Charlotte said softly as Vivienne shifted in her seat. Charlotte called the waitress of to request the check quietly and Vivienne reached for her phone to distract herself.

She scrolled through her messages for no real reason, dragging her fingers up and down until she unexpectedly received a text.

Gabriel

Grab some candles for me on your way home. Thanks.

Charlotte would be happy to know Gabriel hadn’t forgotten about their date, although Charlotte claims they aren’t dating. But Vivienne didn’t want to be in the middle of their relationship.

“Gabriel just asked me to pick up some candles, do you mind just picking some up on your way home? You’ll be coming over anyway,” Vivienne asked.

Charlotte smiled.

“Sure, I don’t mind. To be honest, I don’t like candles. Gabriel is in love with them, he says the light radiating from them is just gorgeous. I’m always scared I’m going to burn myself though,” She explained.

Vivienne nodded in agreement, though it slipped her mind that Gabriel loved candles. She remembered when they first moved in together, Gabriel was determined to fill their shared condo with candles.

“I guess I’ll see you tonight? I enjoyed our outing, we should do it more often.” Charlotte waved a small goodbye and Vivienne smiled as a token of her goodbye.

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June Writing Challenge: Lightning

This was ironic, I wrote this during an actual thunderstorm.

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3. (Sun) Lightning 

Gabriel stared out the window in disbelief as he watched the heavy rain pelt the ground and low thunder rumble through the sky.

His garden wouldn’t survive this storm.

White light scattered through the sky, indicating the storm was indeed worsening and he sighed. Summer storms had never been his favorite.

“Gabriel, the meteorologists say the storm will probably knock out power so we should start preparing for that.”

Vivienne’s voice bounced off the walls, due to the emptiness of the halls and Gabriel took this chance to back away from the window. He contemplated going to look for her but he knew she’d come find him.

She always did.

As he expected, it wasn’t long before he heard Vivienne’s footsteps approaching him and he smiled to himself.

Vivienne held up a flashlight and shook it in front of Gabriel. “The flashlights don’t have batteries,” she pointed out. Gabriel’s smile left his face.

“Vivienne….I thought I told you about buying batteries last week.”

Vivienne bit her lower lip and looked down at her bare feet. “I forgot,” she mumbled softly.

Gabriel refrained from saying what was going through his mind exactly and ran his fingers through his dark locks.

“It’s fine, I’ll just ask Charlotte to go pick some up tomorrow for me.”

Vivienne nodded her head, as if she agreed with his decision and she looked up at Gabriel. His blue eyes darted around the dim room, avoiding her attempt to lock eyes with him.

She wanted to question Gabriel, she wanted answers from him, but it never seemed like she would get her answers.

“Is there something you want to say to me,” he asked, still not looking at her.

Vivienne opened her mouth to say something but the sudden flood of darkness in the room stopped her.  The lightning outside split the sky in two, lit the house for a few brief seconds before darkness filled the room once again.

“I don’t have to see you to know that you’re still looking at me.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, I don’t have anything to say,” she finally said. Vivienne hoped he didn’t hear the change of her tone.

A clap of thunder made Vivienne jump a few steps back and she felt Gabriel’s clammy fingers wrap around her wrist.

“It’s dark, you should be careful,” Gabriel said in a particularly interesting tone. It was one of compassion and warmness, unlike the serious and sarcastic tones he typically used with Vivienne.

Vivienne nodded her head, forgetting Gabriel could barely see her, and she went about silently analyzing him. Gabriel was usually warm to her touch, but his fingers had just been cold and sweaty.

Was he nervous? She was sure he held Charlotte’s hand on a daily basis. Had she caught him off guard? That couldn’t be it, Gabriel was on his A game always. Or perhaps was he having troubles with Charlotte? That seemed a likely cause. That would explain why he reacted oddly when she brought her up the other day. But then why would he mention her doing something for her earlier? Vivienne shook her head to dismiss her thoughts.

Those were questions for another day.

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9, 3, 1: Prologue

She came into my life when I was at the ripe age of 16. Everything was so awkward and new then, I never thought I would even outgrow that stage. I was five foot nine, had overgrown black hair that yelled to be cut every day, and piercing green eyes that made me stick out like a sore thumb. Socializing was never my strongest point but I managed to merge myself into several social circles.

When it came to girls, I was at a loss. I never considered myself a ladies man and I was sure that half my friends were convinced I was gay. I don’t blame them though; I never had a single relationship in my 16 years of life. Not even a sort-of-kind-of girlfriend back in elementary school. I had always thought it was something that would come along as I came into high school. While the people I associated with snuggled with their girlfriends, they assured I was next.

Besides that fact, there wasn’t much I could do to convince them otherwise. Most of the people that attended my school were people I knew since pre-school meaning if I didn’t love them then, it wasn’t going to happen in high school.

It wasn’t until the last day of winter break that my mindset completely changed.

It was as if she had been there all along but I had suddenly noticed her out of the blue. She was all of a sudden invading my thoughts, dreams, and my attention of every waking minute. As if she was made just for me, things flew along, unexpectedly to my own realization.

She was mine in a matter of days. Life was beautiful as a direct result of her presence yet as I learned more about her, I grew closer to her than I knew I should have. Secrets arose that I wasn’t ready to hear nor face, taking me on a rollercoaster of accepting her for who she was or conforming to pretend she was still the perfect girlfriend.

Either way I looked at it, she turned my world upside down.

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Yes yes another story. To be perfectly honest I have no idea where this is going to go but it sounded fantastic in my head and I’ll just have to see where it’s going to go. But the title 9, 3, 1 has plenty of significance.

Love Reflex 1/?

“Bro, your stepsister is hot.”

Liam took a deep breath and shut his textbook. He couldn’t even focus in a library. The energetic teen in front of him tapped his fingers next to his textbook to catch his attention. Liam rolled his eyes and looked up.

“Listen bro. First, she is not my stepsister. She is my mother’s best friend’s daughter making her in no way related to me. Second, she isn’t hot,” Liam said in a firm voice.

Sisterly Love (1/?)

Mariah

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been in my sister’s shadow. Relatives always remember Ashylee’s name but I am referred to as “her sister”. Not Mariah, just Ashylee’s sister. Not much set Ashylee and I apart. She is two inches taller than me, has hazel eyes instead of blue, and has long wavy brown hair as opposed to my long straight locks.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Summer)

I felt my stomach doing aerobics every time I saw Adam. But I couldn’t tell him. Deep down, I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with him.

Seasons of Love (Year One, Spring)

My parents never found out about winter vacation.