Sup y'all Rita here, anyways I made this cause I usually write short stories and wanted to put them all on this thread so, at every new post on this by me, would be a different story ______________________________________ He loves her On a bright spring day, the trees bloomed, the flowers opened, displaying bright petals, attracting songbirds and bumblebees. The gentle breeze and scent of far-off rain and wet soil only added to the spring-time aura, promoting the season of love. And to take it even further, a young couple sat at the base of a tree. Ah yes, truly the season of love. "Hey, Nathan?" A dark-haired boy turned his head slightly, acknowledging the presence of his female companion. "Hn?" He gave his usual response. She glared at him for a second, annoyed by his lack of enthusiasm with life, but let it go, aware that he wouldn't change. Instead she turned to face him, crossing her legs at the ankles and leaning forward "Tell me you love me?" He snorted a laugh through his nose and Melissa's mouth fell into a frown. Her bottom lip unconsciously poked out in a pout and her brows pinched together in sadness. "No," he refused, and leaned his back against the trunk of the tree once more, placing his latest book purchase over his face to block the light as he attempted to snooze. She switched to a kneeling position and leaned forward onto her hands and knees, trying to peek under the book and see his face. No such luck. She crawled to one side of him and then the other looking for a view of his eyes, wanting to see what he was thinking. It was true he'd never been one for romantic gestures, but she really didn't think that saying "I love you" was that hard to do. She said it on a daily basis to many of her friends whom she loved dearly. Melissa couldn't understand why this boy—after she'd confessed that she returned his feelings—would refuse to tell her something that should be so simple to say by now. She let out a small gasp when her train of thought came full circle and she realized there could only be one explanation. He didn't love her anymore. "Do you love me?" Her tone was serious enough to get his attention. Nathan slid the book down from his face and looked at his girlfriend of six months, slight irritation showing in his features. He sighed, closed his eyes and prayed to God that he would have the strength to live his life with her. "My life," he began, without looking at her, "would suck without you." He quickly put the book back over his face, but Melissa didn't miss the blush that had pooled on his cheeks. She giggled at his embarrassment. Her worries banished, she settled back down next to him, leaning against the tree and letting her head rest on his shoulder. She blinked back tears of relief and happiness, giggling again at her silly frets. "I suppose that's about as romantic as you get, isn't it?" She smirked, certain she was right, and looked up at him, hoping that he realized she was teasing. Once more the book was lifted from Nathan's face, but this time it fell onto the grass beside him and lay forgotten. His hands—previously cupping the back of his head as a makeshift pillow—moved to support his weight as he leaned and lightly ran his fingers over Melissa's hair. That hand ran down her jaw to hold her chin and pull her in so that her lips met his in a tender gesture that couldn't be anything but love. He pulled away gently and they stared into each other's eyes. When Melissa caught her breath, she laughed again "I stand corrected." And this time she didn't protest when he lay down beside her in the grass and closed his eyes. This time, she didn't protest when he covered his eyes with a book. This time she didn't mind that he was the way that he was. Because, fingers intertwined, they lay side by side, and she was sure that he loved her.
His Strawberry "Hay, Nick, you like strawberries?" Nina teased him as soon as she reached the bench where he was peacefully sitting on, reading his book. Not admitting it, he was embarrassed. It was a really enormous secret that he had taking a liking to strawberries, and an even bigger one to the reason why. It was Nina – she smelled of strawberries. The other time, she absent-mindedly fell asleep on his shoulder, and he could smell her. He had started playing with her hair, making sure that his touch was soft so that she could not feel his fingers. He had put his face close to her hair, breathing in her scent, which was actually very pleasant to smell at. Strawberries… From that day onwards, he started to like strawberries. Weird, but yes. "Nick, you're ignoring me!" Nina pouted at him. Uh-oh, wrong move as Nick turned to see her. He hated how his insides melted like chocolate when she was angry with him. It wasn't really her fault that she was so cute, but she should at least know, shouldn't she? Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he managed to keep himself cool instead of flushing. "Go away idiot, can't you see I'm busy?" She frowned at him. "What's so nice about reading books? Don't you know reading much of them actually make you short-sighted?" "Hn," was his reply. Even if he wears glasses, he would still be as gorgeous as he was now. That he knew. "Nick, don't you know I like strawberries too? Isn't it absolutely amazing and wonderful that both of us like strawberries?" she started on the embarrassing subject. "Don't you find them sweet?" she gushed on, not noticing Nick's uncomfort at the subject. The wind blew. No response what-so-ever. She started hammering him on his shoulder. Annoyed, he grabbed her wrists and turned to her. Uh-oh, another big mistake. He looked directly into her eyes, and swore he could see her astonishment. He was touching her. He was holding onto her hands. They stayed in the position, looking into each other's eyes for a long moment. At the corner of his eye, he could see the hollows of her throat flutter. It was an ego-boosting discovery. He, made her nervous. He could feel his self-confidence bursting through. He smirked at her. "I make you nervous," it wasn't a question, it was a statement. He felt her tense under his touch. "No, you don't. You're hurting me, let go," she defended herself, but her voice was almost a squeak now. He was holding her wrists lightly now. If she claimed he was still hurting her, she was lying. She could even break free from his hold. He smirked; he knew she was enjoying it. He shifted closer to her, and closer. Their faces were only inches apart. He could feel her uneven breathing on his face. The best thing was, he could smell her, again. Strawberries. "I know you're enjoying it," he went on, teasing her. He observed how her beautiful brown eyes widened in shock. He waited for her response, her defense against his words, her shouting. "I'm not," she muttered. He smirked again. She did not sound at least half unconvincing. "You're not…" he repeated, teasingly. He held down both of her wrists with just one hand, the other one tracing the outline of her cheekbone, her jaw-line. "No, I'm not," she forced the words slowly out of her mouth, trying her hardest not to tremble under his touch and closing her eyes. He smirked. He knew too well. His fingers moved, tracing her lips. He meant to tease her, only, but touching her lips just made him wanting her. He wanted to tell him how he felt for her, all this years, keeping inside himself, putting on a fake mask that said "Get away from me, idiot." "I'm not enjoying it, no," she said again. Nick smirked at her. Slowly, he kissed her forehead, before going down to her eyelids, to her cheek, and finally to the corner of her lips. Not her lips yet, just the corner. Yet it was nothing that he had expected, it was much better. Unable to hold himself any longer, his lips covered hers. He held down her wrists with more force when she started to wriggle away. He was much stronger; he only used one hand while she had both. Slowly, she gave in and relaxed. Seeing that she was responding to his kiss, he let go of her wrists, and placed both of his arms on her waists. He enjoyed what he was feeling, especially when he felt her arms on his neck. He was contented. It was the only one time he felt satisfied with himself. But he felt himself wanting much more. He traced her back gently, making her shiver at his touch, and sighing. He made use of that to push his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues met. Slowly, they started a war inside their mouths. From a gentle, sweet kiss, it changed it to a hot and passionate kiss. How much he wanted this, how much he yearned for her. How much she wished that he would break down that cold wall of his and finally accept her. Everything was granted. They had each other now. Gasping, Nina was the one to break the kiss, gulping hungrily for air. Nick was happy to see her panting as much as he was. He was happy to see her enjoying as much as he was. Gently, he pressed his forehead against hers. "You're enjoying it," he said. She did not reply, but just smiled at him, before pulling his face down for another bruising kiss that made his knees go weak. "Nina…" he murmured her name every now and then, between kisses, while she would whisper back his name. "I love you," Nick said when they finally broke their kiss, holding her face tenderly with one hand, stroking her perfect cheek with his thumb. "I know, Nick, I love you too," she said sweetly, blushing lightly. "Nina…" he said before the distance between their lips closed again for another kiss that threatened their hearts to jump out. They were engrossed, too engrossed in their own world. It was amazing how their mouths seemed to fit each other's perfectly, as if they were made for each other. She was made for him; he realized. He existed till this day, because of her.She succumbed to all his needs. She was perfect, for him. She was his strawberry.
Love Me The hospital hallway was quiet as I sat down on the bench with Grandpa Matthew beside me. Silence surrounded us as we waited for the person in charge to tell us about the current condition of Grandma Melissa. She just had a major heart attack after we had dinner tonight, so we immediately rushed her to the hospital. I bent down and sighed in my seat. I intertwined my hands and placed them on my forehead for support. I just couldn't understand why all of this happened when I was on a summer vacation at their house while my parents went away for work. I lifted my face and faced Grandpa Matthew. He looked tired and old. Despite in his eighties, he still has the energy of a twenty year old. His grey haired head lay low and his crimson eyes were full of concern, nervous, fear, and love all the same time. Grandma Melissa always reminds me how beautiful my eyes are. "Just like grandpa Matthew," she would say. I smiled as I recalled their usual bantering and teasing every single day. There was never a dull moment whenever I spent my summer holidays at my grandparents. There was always laughter, happiness, and love. "I remember…the day I married her," Grandpa Matthew said bringing me of my thoughts. "So beautiful and happy." I looked up at him and listened intently. "You know, I almost lost her once," he said gruffly. "But I waited for her, and it was worth it." His mouth curled up into a smile. "What happened?" I asked curiously. Grandpa Matthew let out a small chuckle and said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago. Grandma's daddy didn't like me, but I loved your grandma so." He shifted in his seat and began his story. "I was a car mechanic, and I didn't come from a rich family," he said. "I've known your grandma since our school days, and I've got to tell you, she was unbelievably loud. I considered her the most annoying person around." He had this faraway gaze in his eyes, but they were sparkling with glee. "She always tied her hair into pigtails and wore zebra printed underwear until she was seventeen." I laughed and said, "But you fell in love with her anyway." "Yeah," he nodded and leaned back onto the bench. "Even after I insulted her and called her nicknames. She just wouldn't give up." "Because you thought that she was rich and she can do anything," I chuckled. "Grandma told me about it once." "I have to admit that I was a bit of a pain when I was a teenager," he said. "But your grandmother managed to get under my skin and changed me into a better person." Grandpa Matthew sighed and crossed his arms. "You see, Samuel, I worked my butt off and get a scholarship into one of the most prestigious university in the country," he said proudly. "When I got a job and a steady income, I proposed to your grandmother." "But?" I can't help asking the question. "Her father was still skeptical about our relationship and would interfere whenever we were together." He frowned as he sailed back to the old memories. "He just popped up everywhere we went. It drove us almost to insanity." I laughed as I imagined the scene. I remember Grandma Melissa showed me the picture of her parents, though it was slightly faded through the years. I could see that Grandma Melissa was the exact replica of her mother: brown waist length hair and the sunny smile that always brightened my day, but she also had her father's brown eyes. "We talked about getting married," Grandpa Matthew said. "But her father refused to give me his blessing." He had this forlorn expression on his face as he continued,"So we had this crazy plan to meet, run away together, and then get married in the first town we came to. Then we would live there forever." Grandpa Mathew took a deep breath and then he exhaled. "We agreed to meet at the sakura tree in the park around midnight, but instead I found this letter, and this is what it said." He put his hand in his old, worn coat and pulled out a piece of paper, which was folded into four pieces. "I keep it with me all the time," he said. I took the aged paper in my hand and carefully opened it. I noticed that it was dated back to 1943. It's amazing to think that their love still lasted this long. Then I read the familiar handwriting and whispered the words as I read them. If you get there before I do, don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through, I don't know how long I'll be. But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. And between now and then till I see you again I'll be loving you. Love, me. I smiled and refolded the letter carefully. I gave it to him, and then Grandpa Matthew put it back inside his coat. The door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor walked towards our direction as we stood up from the bench. "How is she?" Grandpa Matthew asked anxiously. "I'm sorry, but…" the doctor paused. "We've done everything we could." I closed my eyes, trying to control the tears that were about to come. "How much time does she have left?" I asked the doctor. "A few hours or so," the doctor replied clearly. "C –can I see her?" I could see Grandpa Matthew's hands were shaking as he asked the question. The doctor nodded and then he called a nurse over to show us the room where they had Grandma Melissa. Grandpa Matthew immediately went beside her bed and grabbed her hands as we arrived at the room. I stood at the door and watched them. I knew I should be beside Grandma Matthew, but I felt like I don't belong in the scene. I watched as Grandma Melissa opened her eyes and smiled as he saw Grandpa Matthew. "Matthew," she whispered. Grandpa Matthew placed his frail hand on the side of her face. "What is it my dear?" "I'll be fine," She put on a weak smile. "Don't worry about me." "Don't say anything," Grandpa Matthew hushed her. "Close your eyes and go to sleep." She obeyed and then he sat next to her on the bed. I had never seen him cry in all of my fifteen years, but as he said these words to her; his eyes filled up with tears. "If you get there before I do," he chocked. "Don't give up on me. I'll meet you when my chores are through. I don't know how long I'll be, but I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see. Between now and then till I see you again I'll be loving you. Love, me."
:3 Oh. When you said your name was Rita, I thought you meant your old username was Ritaaa. She really needs to update.
Motorcycles and Sensible Logic -------------------------------- A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a highway on a motorcycle... Girl: Slow down, I'm scared. Guy: No, this is fun. Girl: No it's not. Please, it's too scary! Guy: Then tell me you love me. Girl: Fine I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. *The girl hugs him tightly* Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It's bugging me. (In the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a ditch because of brake failure. Two people, found to be one male whom was driving the vehicle and one female, whom was behind him were on it, but only the female had survived. The truth was that halfway down the highway, the male realized that his brakes malfunctioned, but he didn't want to let the female know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time and then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die. --------------------------------- Sandra had just showed Mina the story that morning and her emerald green eyes were getting red and swollen. Their noses were both runny and stuffed with, well, snot. "Nathan!" *hic* "Isn't this-"*hic* "-story sad?" *hic* "I mean," *hic*"-he sacrificed his life for her." Mina looked at her boyfriend with teary eyes. "Tch. What a stupid guy." Nathan replied from the back of the room. His legs were propped up on his desk and his hands supporting his head from behind. The girls whose hearts had been captured turned around to look at the boy with wide eyes. He called the heartfelt story they were sobbing about, stupid? "What is wrong with you, Nathan? He died for her!" Mina yelled towards him, completely frustrated and confused. Nathan lowered his legs from his desk and planted them on the floor. Still slouching, he replied, "Wrong with me? That guy in the story was a flat out idiot." Instead of crying even harder, Mina clenched her jaw and started stomping towards Nathan. Her hands were in a tight fist, swinging, as she walked by her peers. Everyone was smart enough not to get in the middle of their battles. Last time, some kid got a black eye and a bloody nose after interfering. She looked at him with the most intense face she could muster which made her look like a pole was launched up her rear end. The observers were all staring at the two supposed girlfriend and boyfriend, wondering what would happen next. Mina opened her mouth and... Bring! Everyone scattered back to their seats as the teacher entered the room."Get your text books out." -after lunch- . All the students of Class began heading back to class. It was the sixth block for the day and it was Roll call. In other words, free time. Unlike the usual rowdiness with paper airplanes and loud conversations the room was filled with an awkward silence. Usually, Mina's bubbly personality would prevent silences like this. But today, she and Nathan were at the separate ends of the room. They were both secretly observing one another. Nathan was pretending to be sleeping but was actually staring at the brunette through his bangs. Down at the other end of the room, Mina pretended she was studying her math textbook, which she looked past towards Nathan. Eventually, Nathan caught on once he noticed that the girl was not studying her textbook. How did he know? Her textbook was upside down. "Psst, Mina. Take a picture, it'll last longer." Kaan a boy teased her. "Huh? What're you talking about? I'm just studying." "It's pretty obvious you're not. You're staring at Nathan right now." "I am absolutely not staring at Nathan right now!" Mina abruptly stood up from her seat causing the whole class to stare at her. A quiet snigger was heard from the other end. It was obvious that Nathan was enjoying seeing Mina loudly announcing she was staring at him during one of the quietest times of the day. With her face turning red, Mina walked right up to Nathan with her face directly in front of his; their noses were almost touching. Once again, the couple began throwing insults at each other. "So you're saying that if we were on a motorcycle and there was a break failure, you'd keep wearing the helmet? Then you'd just let me die?" "We're not getting out of this place any time soon, Idiot." Nathan calmly replied. "Pay attention! It's a hypothetical question! I'm asking about if we were on a motorcycle." Mina retorted. "I thought you knew me better than that, Idiot. Unlike that guy, I'm not selfish." "Alright, you're not selfish but you'd sacrifice me. Thanks a ton Nathan." "Hn. And I thought you would know me better than that." "It's not like I can read your angsty mind. You're so stupid compared to that guy." "Tch. I'm way smarter than that guy." "What would you do then, genius? Save yourself?" the exasperated girl raised her hands in confusion. Nathan looked up towards Mina's eyes and spoke in an obvious tone, "Keep driving until I run out of gas."