Anxious

Olivia tightened her grip on her steering wheel as she peeked around the parking lot. His car wasn’t there yet.

She was literally going to die before he arrived.

Olivia forced herself to release her death grip on the steering wheel and occupied her hands with the soft fabric of her dress. It took her a considerable amount of time that morning to decide on her outfit choice. She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard but at the same time she wanted to look like she put some sort of effort in her outfit.

After all, they were just having coffee.

She peered around again and smiled in relief when she saw his blue Honda pull up next to her. Her hands immediately flew up to her up to her face to push away the flyaway hairs. With one quick look in the mirror Olivia quickly opened her door and successfully managed to nearly hit her date with the car door.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Her hand reached out to help him but she realized she actually didn’t hit him. “It’s alright. You didn’t hit me,” he said with a soft smile. Olivia ducked her head down to hide her blush and she heard him laugh.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

Olivia looked up at him bashfully and laughed softly. It was good to know he hadn’t changed either.

 

Silence

Lily doesn’t know when the rift between them started; she can’t seem to pinpoint exactly when it was that Sebastian became distant. Perhaps it was at senior prom when he asked her as a date and she turned him down politely. Maybe even the summer before senior year started when they spent the whole summer together and they cuddled every night.

Whenever it was, Lily does not know. All she wants is answers, something that can tame her racing mind. She doesn’t want to blame him or herself, though she knows to a certain point she’s living in a false reality.

It didn’t feel real when they didn’t talk the whole summer before college started, it didn’t feel real when she saw him that fall and he walked right past her without a glance, and it definitely doesn’t feel real sitting across from him now, letting the silence control them.

Tale of a Heartbroken Girl

The awkward air between us wasn’t always here.

The evil glares we exchange used to be loving glances we stole from each other.

It seems as if it’s a twisted fairytale because this one doesn’t end with happily ever after. But it indeed begins with once upon a time.

Joys of Life: The Teenage Version

This is just something I wrote last year in English. It was a writing assignment over satire, I don’t think it’s very satirical though.

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Life is just an amazing experience. We all start out as little bundles of joy that overly depend and leech on our parents for the first few years of life and we slowly transition to more dependent people who just can’t stop making mistakes during our teenage years.

Spring Rains

The sun smiled happily as soft white clouds floated in the afternoon sky. Spring rains had just graced the flowers, the air had that touch of spring rain that Sophia loved so dearly. Preston remembered this so vividly, for she always dragged him outside right after those sparse spring showers to smell the air. She always told him to close his eyes, clear his mind, and just take a deep breath. The scent was pure, as innocent as a child, and relaxation set in within the blink of an eye.

Her laughter would stir him from his relaxed daze and he would open his eyes to see her running towards her garden to gently examine each flower. It never rained hard enough for the rain droplets to weigh down the petals, yet Sophia had said that even those spring rains were more than enough to hurt the fragile petals. Preston had also said it was a result of her kind and gentle heart, Sophia always had the heart to help.

Preston kneeled down to examine the flowers, just as Sophia would have, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and repeated.

One.

Two.

Three breaths.

He stopped and paused.

His love, as fragile a petal after spring rain, couldn’t withstand it all. Thunderstorms poured and passed, snow blanketed the ground and melted to show the gorgeous greens, and the spring rains had come, but Sophia couldn’t witness the new spring with him. Had only he been there…had only he cared as much as she did…perhaps she’d see her flowers survive another spring rain.

June Writing Challenge: Lazy

I know…I know, I’m so behind on this. Literally months behind. I’m hoping by at least the end of the year I’ll finish this up. This is exactly why I have yet to ever complete NaNoWriMo, I’m so inconsistent during the school year. If it was during the summer, I’d be all over it because during the summer my creative juices are overflowing and I don’t have school to worry about. I doubt I’ll do it next year though, I’ll be busy worrying about college. Anyway enough ranting, onto the story!

9. (Sat) Lazy

After high school, Vivienne didn’t expect to keep in touch with her sister Zoey.  Zoey had always been on the opposite end of the spectrum in comparison to Vivienne. In all honesty, Vivienne couldn’t even remember a day when she got along with her older sister. Therefore it was much of a surprise to Vivienne when Zoey showed up at her doorstep  one early Saturday morning.

“Uhm good morning?”

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: Blanket

6. (Wed) Blanket

Vivienne sighed as she watched the screen. The two characters confessed their undying love for each other, typical of Lifetime movies, and were moving in for a kiss. Vivienne couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the fictional romance on the screen.

The fictional characters started out as best friends, much like Vivienne and Gabriel, and a night trapped in an abandoned building drew out their true feelings for each other. She didn’t see that happening with her and Gabriel. As far as she knew, Gabriel’s feelings for her consisted of a brotherly type.

Vivienne watched in horror as the fictional couple moved from the kitchen and towards the bedroom and she frantically searched for the remote.

“You are such a little kid when it comes to love scenes in movies.” Gabriel’s voice startled her and she felt the color rise in her cheeks. She glanced over towards his direction and noticed the popcorn resting on the blanket he was holding. He walked towards Vivienne, dropped the popcorn  on her lap, and made himself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch.

Vivienne wiggled her colorful toes and began flipping through channels as she tried to ignore Gabriel. She still felt the awkward air between them from yesterday. They dropped the conversation but it never stopped running through her mind.

She continued flipping, unaware that she had cycled through the channels twice now due to her deep thinking. Gabriel nudged her with his foot but Vivienne continued flipping.

“Vivienne.”

She continued ignoring him.

“Vivienne, your feet are cold,” Gabriel pointed out. Vivienne began to retract her feet towards her body but Gabriel threw the blanket over the two of them.

“You don’t have to crawl away from me, Vivienne.” She nodded, for she was still ignoring him, to indicate she heard him. Her feet moved slowly back to their previous position, bumped against Gabriel’s, and her breath hitched.

She wasn’t sure how all of a sudden, after four years together, she was falling for him. More than anything, she didn’t understand how Gabriel could act like he didn’t notice anything, unless he really didn’t notice anything. Did he not hear her stop breathing when he walked by, or even feel her freeze when he touched her?

Vivienne ate a piece of popcorn and looked over a Gabriel. He was dozing off slowly, but definitely surely.

“Gabriel?” she called softly. He stirred a bit and mumbled in response. At least, she assumed so.

“Do you ever….do you, I don’t know how to phrase this. I-I wonder…” she trailed off and Gabriel shifted to his side and began to snore softly.

She contemplated continuing, it was fine if he didn’t hear her.  But it wouldn’t make any sense for her to, no one would receive her feelings.

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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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