Post by Mo on Jul 8, 2011 11:34:05 GMT -5
Not sure if this is supposed to go here, but I wanted to share this. If it's not allowed to be here, kindly slap me with a freshwater bass and take it down.
Short excerpt/snippet/preveiw/thing for one of my stories, whose working title is now Unrequited.
The main character telling the story here is Jay, and he is a boy. He swore a few times, and it is watered down for your convenience. There is some boy-on-boy fluff here-- NOTHING serious. Just fluff and some creepiness. Don't like, don't read, don't be a wanker about it.
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"We’re almost to your house by now," I remarked as we made our way down the street. The sun was getting lower and the sky had an almost ginger hue to it. I was tired after our final school day, psychically and emotionally drained, and all I wanted was to just lay down with Aiden and stay there.
"Do you have anything in mind?"
Aiden flashed a glance of an unnamable emotion in my direction-- it was almost angry, threatening. But he just grinned, a small, bemused grin that made his eyes narrow with amusement. "Maybe," he snickered. "We’ll just have to see once we get there."
I was reassured, but also slightly put off. That glance was unsettling. I didn’t like that flash in his eye when he did that. But his tone didn’t connote any danger, so I didn’t dwell on it.
I’d regret not realizing what that dangerous look entailed and taking action then.
So we approached his house. I’d only been there a few times, but I still loved it. It wasn’t big, but it seemed so… pure. Compared to my house, it was the pinnacle of all cleanliness.
As we walked through the door, I couldn’t help but feel the heavy plaintive veil in the atmosphere. Normally, Aiden’s little sister, Lilly, would have flung herself at us at full force and made me have to tour her room in her excitement. But now, she only existed as a thin, translucent memory. I still remembered the night of the crash. All that blood, seeing her tiny body flung from one side of the road to the other…
I saw the melancholy flicker across Aiden’s fair visage as we stepped through the front door. His thin red eyebrows creased vaguely, and the stunning clarity of his normally sharp eyes dulled slightly. The silence that hung over the threshold was suffocating. I wanted to get out of there quick. I didn’t like seeing Aiden upset. It was just… too disconcerting. And those memories of Lilly were too painful, even if I didn’t know her as well as I would have wanted to.
We took our shoes off and padded over toward his huge, shiny kitchen. The utter spotlessness of the place caught me completely off guard. Compared to the kitchen at my house, this place was heaven. I faltered a bit, but I shook it off, so as not to appear rude.
"Do you want anything?" Aiden asked as he plucked a glass from the cupboard and opened the fridge door.
I realized just then that I had forgotten to eat breakfast-- again-- so I was understandably pretty hungry. Stupid mistake on my part.
"Sure. Anything works. And, uh, could you get me a glass, too? Just water."
Aiden rolled his eyes at me when I said ‘just water’. He doesn’t say anything, though. He pours the water for me and the Pepsi for him in silence.
"Today sucked," I suddenly bring up. I didn’t want to mention it before, but now that we’re alone, it just seemed like a better time to bring up the disappointing events of the day. "I can’t believe how I freaked out back at the assembly!"
"Neither can I," Aiden replied, but not with a laugh like I expected him to. He’s all seriousness now as he prepares a quick meal of microwaveable hamburgers. "That was stupid, Jay. Really stupid. You’re lucky nobody punched you for yelling like that."
I shift my gaze away from him to the window, and a shift my weight a little bit in my reluctance. It was a stupid thing to do-- screaming out at some innocent person for just yelling out in my general proximity. But I was on edge already. I’d hit my breaking point. You’re making excuses, I chided myself. I knew it was a really idiotic action, but I didn’t think about it before I did it. It was too late to change my outburst now.
We took our snacks outside, to the picnic table out by the pool, and ate in silence.
I felt myself getting really warm as I just sat there. My face was red, I knew it was. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Even when cross, Aiden was irrefutably handsome. It felt so wrong, but oh so right. I had downed my whole glass in under a minute trying to choke my food down my throat, constricted in my tension. My hands were shaking, and my stomach got really tight and pinched. Everything got a little lighter in his presence.
The ambience of the neighborhood filled the heavy silence as we sat there. Countless immeasurable moments were spent there, punctuated by the feverish beating of my heart. Me looking stupidly flustered and uncomfortable, and him looking as stotic and cold as I’d ever seen him. I didn’t even know what to do. The thin string of silence was so fragile, if I even so much as sighed I’d break it, and only make him angrier.
I was worried. What had I done to make him so angry? I know I made a really ridiculous decision back at school, and I fully understood that. That didn’t mean he had to be so cold to me about it! If he had a problem with me, why didn’t he just send me home and save me from this awkward show of silent affections?
I was going to find out.
"Um…"
The thread of silence snapped.
Aiden’s steely glare swiveled toward me, but his expression didn’t soften. My heart jumped up into my throat at that glare. I’d seen him angry, but this was different. I couldn’t explain what it even was. All the handsomeness withered away with that one glance, and the slewing in my stomach went from nervous to plain horrified.
"Y-you’re really quiet… is… something wrong…?"
He sat up a little straighter, and his expression seemed to soften, but his eyes still burned with some kind of intense anger, the likes of which I’d never seen. "I’m fine," he said, rolling his shoulders casually, the joints popping as he did. "You look really red, though. Is it too hot out here?"
I knew he wasn’t serious. I could hear the jeer embedded in that remark.
Oh crap. This wasn’t going well.
I felt the blush on my face just get redder, and I felt tears of humiliation sting my eyes. But I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I’d done that too much already.
"A… a little bit," I sputtered.
A weird grin curled on his lips. This one was not charming, not like the other ones I’d seen. This one was scary. A sort of shadow loomed over his face, and his face looked almost demonic for a moment. I couldn’t even move. My heart was pounding much harder than it was before, and my hands trembled even more.
"Really?" he muttered quietly. "We’ll fix that, then."
He shot up from his seat and I slipped off of mine and fell right on my back onto the concrete in shock. My breathing was becoming quick, syncing to the furious pounding of my heart, and a brackish taste soured my throat. My limbs were locked from fear as he slowly-- agonizingly-- drifted toward me with that frightening smile still plastered on his face, moving slowly and purposefully, like a huge leopard stalking his prey. He had his glass in his hand, brandished like a baton.
"Oh, yes. I’ll fix you. I’ll fix you. It will all be better. I‘ve waited, and waited, and waited…"
"A-Aiden! Don’t kid about this!" I cried in desperation. "You’re freaking me the hell out!"
He laughed at me.
And it was the most condescending, horrible-sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life.
It chilled me to the marrow of my bones, and all I could do was watch as the chuckles racked his body in such a macabre manner I could only hope this was just some terrible nightmare.
"Kid? Kid?" he shreed in between laughs. "Oh, Jay. You have no idea. You don’t even know. I’ve waited, and I’ve waited, and now here you are."
Oh god.
He stopped laughing and poised the glass over his head, eyes wide and the grin just growing wider. I kept my eye rigidly on the glass. It could land anywhere, on my head, in my stomach, in my face, on my shoulder--
Oh god, my shoulder!
Everything exploded in a mauve haze and I fell to the ground, nearly paralyzed as I grasped my shoulder and a horrible scream filled my ears. I didn’t even know it was my own until I thought about it at a later time.
Incredible. Absolutely incredible that one strike could cause such horrific pain!
The haze lifted and I saw Aiden looming over me, the sun throwing his whole body into a dark hue. He was laughing that horrible laugh at my contortions. The whole event was so overwhelming that the image of Aiden standing over me, laughing, looking more demonic than any human being I’ve ever seen in my life as my whole body screamed with pain was the last thing I remember before blacking out completely.
Short excerpt/snippet/preveiw/thing for one of my stories, whose working title is now Unrequited.
The main character telling the story here is Jay, and he is a boy. He swore a few times, and it is watered down for your convenience. There is some boy-on-boy fluff here-- NOTHING serious. Just fluff and some creepiness. Don't like, don't read, don't be a wanker about it.
~
"We’re almost to your house by now," I remarked as we made our way down the street. The sun was getting lower and the sky had an almost ginger hue to it. I was tired after our final school day, psychically and emotionally drained, and all I wanted was to just lay down with Aiden and stay there.
"Do you have anything in mind?"
Aiden flashed a glance of an unnamable emotion in my direction-- it was almost angry, threatening. But he just grinned, a small, bemused grin that made his eyes narrow with amusement. "Maybe," he snickered. "We’ll just have to see once we get there."
I was reassured, but also slightly put off. That glance was unsettling. I didn’t like that flash in his eye when he did that. But his tone didn’t connote any danger, so I didn’t dwell on it.
I’d regret not realizing what that dangerous look entailed and taking action then.
So we approached his house. I’d only been there a few times, but I still loved it. It wasn’t big, but it seemed so… pure. Compared to my house, it was the pinnacle of all cleanliness.
As we walked through the door, I couldn’t help but feel the heavy plaintive veil in the atmosphere. Normally, Aiden’s little sister, Lilly, would have flung herself at us at full force and made me have to tour her room in her excitement. But now, she only existed as a thin, translucent memory. I still remembered the night of the crash. All that blood, seeing her tiny body flung from one side of the road to the other…
I saw the melancholy flicker across Aiden’s fair visage as we stepped through the front door. His thin red eyebrows creased vaguely, and the stunning clarity of his normally sharp eyes dulled slightly. The silence that hung over the threshold was suffocating. I wanted to get out of there quick. I didn’t like seeing Aiden upset. It was just… too disconcerting. And those memories of Lilly were too painful, even if I didn’t know her as well as I would have wanted to.
We took our shoes off and padded over toward his huge, shiny kitchen. The utter spotlessness of the place caught me completely off guard. Compared to the kitchen at my house, this place was heaven. I faltered a bit, but I shook it off, so as not to appear rude.
"Do you want anything?" Aiden asked as he plucked a glass from the cupboard and opened the fridge door.
I realized just then that I had forgotten to eat breakfast-- again-- so I was understandably pretty hungry. Stupid mistake on my part.
"Sure. Anything works. And, uh, could you get me a glass, too? Just water."
Aiden rolled his eyes at me when I said ‘just water’. He doesn’t say anything, though. He pours the water for me and the Pepsi for him in silence.
"Today sucked," I suddenly bring up. I didn’t want to mention it before, but now that we’re alone, it just seemed like a better time to bring up the disappointing events of the day. "I can’t believe how I freaked out back at the assembly!"
"Neither can I," Aiden replied, but not with a laugh like I expected him to. He’s all seriousness now as he prepares a quick meal of microwaveable hamburgers. "That was stupid, Jay. Really stupid. You’re lucky nobody punched you for yelling like that."
I shift my gaze away from him to the window, and a shift my weight a little bit in my reluctance. It was a stupid thing to do-- screaming out at some innocent person for just yelling out in my general proximity. But I was on edge already. I’d hit my breaking point. You’re making excuses, I chided myself. I knew it was a really idiotic action, but I didn’t think about it before I did it. It was too late to change my outburst now.
We took our snacks outside, to the picnic table out by the pool, and ate in silence.
I felt myself getting really warm as I just sat there. My face was red, I knew it was. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Even when cross, Aiden was irrefutably handsome. It felt so wrong, but oh so right. I had downed my whole glass in under a minute trying to choke my food down my throat, constricted in my tension. My hands were shaking, and my stomach got really tight and pinched. Everything got a little lighter in his presence.
The ambience of the neighborhood filled the heavy silence as we sat there. Countless immeasurable moments were spent there, punctuated by the feverish beating of my heart. Me looking stupidly flustered and uncomfortable, and him looking as stotic and cold as I’d ever seen him. I didn’t even know what to do. The thin string of silence was so fragile, if I even so much as sighed I’d break it, and only make him angrier.
I was worried. What had I done to make him so angry? I know I made a really ridiculous decision back at school, and I fully understood that. That didn’t mean he had to be so cold to me about it! If he had a problem with me, why didn’t he just send me home and save me from this awkward show of silent affections?
I was going to find out.
"Um…"
The thread of silence snapped.
Aiden’s steely glare swiveled toward me, but his expression didn’t soften. My heart jumped up into my throat at that glare. I’d seen him angry, but this was different. I couldn’t explain what it even was. All the handsomeness withered away with that one glance, and the slewing in my stomach went from nervous to plain horrified.
"Y-you’re really quiet… is… something wrong…?"
He sat up a little straighter, and his expression seemed to soften, but his eyes still burned with some kind of intense anger, the likes of which I’d never seen. "I’m fine," he said, rolling his shoulders casually, the joints popping as he did. "You look really red, though. Is it too hot out here?"
I knew he wasn’t serious. I could hear the jeer embedded in that remark.
Oh crap. This wasn’t going well.
I felt the blush on my face just get redder, and I felt tears of humiliation sting my eyes. But I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I’d done that too much already.
"A… a little bit," I sputtered.
A weird grin curled on his lips. This one was not charming, not like the other ones I’d seen. This one was scary. A sort of shadow loomed over his face, and his face looked almost demonic for a moment. I couldn’t even move. My heart was pounding much harder than it was before, and my hands trembled even more.
"Really?" he muttered quietly. "We’ll fix that, then."
He shot up from his seat and I slipped off of mine and fell right on my back onto the concrete in shock. My breathing was becoming quick, syncing to the furious pounding of my heart, and a brackish taste soured my throat. My limbs were locked from fear as he slowly-- agonizingly-- drifted toward me with that frightening smile still plastered on his face, moving slowly and purposefully, like a huge leopard stalking his prey. He had his glass in his hand, brandished like a baton.
"Oh, yes. I’ll fix you. I’ll fix you. It will all be better. I‘ve waited, and waited, and waited…"
"A-Aiden! Don’t kid about this!" I cried in desperation. "You’re freaking me the hell out!"
He laughed at me.
And it was the most condescending, horrible-sounding laugh I have ever heard in my life.
It chilled me to the marrow of my bones, and all I could do was watch as the chuckles racked his body in such a macabre manner I could only hope this was just some terrible nightmare.
"Kid? Kid?" he shreed in between laughs. "Oh, Jay. You have no idea. You don’t even know. I’ve waited, and I’ve waited, and now here you are."
Oh god.
He stopped laughing and poised the glass over his head, eyes wide and the grin just growing wider. I kept my eye rigidly on the glass. It could land anywhere, on my head, in my stomach, in my face, on my shoulder--
Oh god, my shoulder!
Everything exploded in a mauve haze and I fell to the ground, nearly paralyzed as I grasped my shoulder and a horrible scream filled my ears. I didn’t even know it was my own until I thought about it at a later time.
Incredible. Absolutely incredible that one strike could cause such horrific pain!
The haze lifted and I saw Aiden looming over me, the sun throwing his whole body into a dark hue. He was laughing that horrible laugh at my contortions. The whole event was so overwhelming that the image of Aiden standing over me, laughing, looking more demonic than any human being I’ve ever seen in my life as my whole body screamed with pain was the last thing I remember before blacking out completely.
