So I've always wanted to try to write romance. I like it, but not sure how I am writing it. Plus I'm not sure if this is still romance(may be more angst than anything else) truth is, this is almost an autobiography of me and my life. I'll make it as honest as I remember it. And my memory is pretty accurate.
It all started the day he sat with them at lunch. They seemed real, for the first time in his life. He loved that about them. They were very honest, not afraid to tell him things that he knew others didn't want to, either out of lack of care, or something else entirely. He wasn't entirely accepted into this group, he knew, and he also knew that they kind of considered him a creep as well, because he knew that he was being creepy. But that very day, the roots of his crush were planted in him. He didn't understand half of the things that went on there, but he stayed. Because of her. Not just because of her, of course, but she was the reason he stayed. Not that he knew it back then. He loved laughing with her and Sam. Of course he didn't talk to the other two very often, but they all seemed really nice. One of them made the table depressed sometimes. As that semester ended, he became more and more accepted(in his mind, at least) and that felt really good. He left for summer break missing them all extensively... He constantly remembered them in everyday things. But, as he slowly started realizing he remembered two constantly. Hannah, one of the two he never talked to(not the depressing one...) and Her. Emily. The person he would come to love. And the person who changed his life forever...
Woah this story is quite good, so far. It was nice and simple. Not too plain, not too dramatic. Blump
Wow. Such a strong and powerful beginning. It really hooked me in! And I love how you descries the two girls in lots of detail before saying there name, it gave their character mystery Definately a BUMP!
Hey guys, thank you for all the positive reviews, and, just out of curiosity, how would you feel if I switched to first person instead? I feel like I'll do a much better job at this in first person.
Alright. Thanks. Also, just curious, you wouldn't happen to be a Whovian would you? Any time I hear or see "ginger" anywhere I have to ask.
I got off the bus. First day of school. I felt refreshed, for some crazy, unknown reason. Maybe because of them. I was still new to their group, and still not completely accepted, as I knew, and figured out over the summer. A lot happened that summer. iPod stolen, I experimented with a guy for a week or two, I wrote some more of my book. The guy thing... He insisted, and it felt rude to decline, so I said i'd give it a try. I wasn't in love yet... Anyway, as I walked towards them, I felt excited. Way more than I realized I should. Emily and Hannah were both so cute. I couldn't help but turn a little red. They didn't notice. We all talked. And joked. Lots of things happened. Then rung the bell. I walked off, thinking school was meaningless unless I hanging out with them in the process. The day wore on. It turned out Hannah was in B lunch along with me. We talked and joked, and my void was alleviated. Turned out she was a writer like me. Not that she wrote fantasy or something. She wrote fanfiction. Us/Uk fanfiction. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I was amazed later when I read it. The sex scenes were very elaborate and I really was amazed at her style. So we talked about writing. Then lunch ended. I figured I wouldn't see her that day. The last class of the day, as it turns out, we shared. We talked as we walked back to the busses, and after she left, I couldn't help but smile. So a schedule developed. I would talk to them all in the morning, talk to my new crush at the middle, and end of the day. I felt ecstatic, happy for once! But yet, as night closed on me, I realized something wasn't right. We clicked, but not enough in my mind. I needed something more. Then I cursed myself. We were friends, nothing more. I let that thought overtake my sleep...