Love in Denial
Writing by LilSparks101 and Super Sleuth. The only thing I've probably never done on this forum is write a story for you guys. I know how difficult it is to make a good story, so I wrote a one shot for you all to enjoy. Let me here your thought. Now to the story:
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Rating: G
Genres: One Shot, Romance, School Life, Drama.
Base: Original Story. Some Content from Opposites Attract by Kendrick Lamar.
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We hurt people that love us
Love people that hurt us
Hurt people that love us…
“Why do you have to be like this? You’re always so cold to me. Sometimes I think you just don’t love me, like I love you” she said.
I stood a half a foot above her, but felt as though I was a midget in the face of her feelings. Her long brown hair waved goodbye as she turned her back.
“Grace…” I said, but she did not bother to turn around. Her cold walk said more about her disappointment than her words ever could.
My ride home was depressing. I had to leave the movie theatre alone, though originally we had come as a pair. How sweet the irony that we were going to watching a happy romantic movie of her choosing. I did not even bother to go in and watch it. Now my mom fills my ear with questions about my mood and why Grace isn’t with me. I didn’t answer even one.
She didn’t call, she didn’t text, and her status changed. Grace had officially gone from “It’s complicated” to “single”. Both our pages crowded with responses like “Trouble in wonderland?”, and “so when are us single people going to get together
”. I responded to none of them. No one understood a thing.
I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to sort out these feelings for myself. I retreated to the world of my iPod, where the music could bring me to another world. I plugged myself into my bright red ear phones and listened.
Why you couldn’t be a con artist…
Why couldn’t you be mischievous or a lil’ devious in moment we first started…
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time…
Why you let me use yours cause’ I don’t got mine
Why you always lift me up when I’m completely giving up
The sounds of Kendrick Lamar had sent me to sleep, with little thought into fate’s odd way of choosing things. That night I dreamed about her. At first I could only recognize a short brunette and a stocky blonde. I began to enter a focus where I realized that Grace and Seth were standing in front of me. I could hear them, and see them, but they didn’t even acknowledge me. Grace didn’t even know I was here.
“Why are you still hung over Cody?” Seth questioned, “You gave him a chance, and he rejected you. You should just move on, preferably with me” he flashed a smile that could blind a hawk.
Grace blushed, and accepted his cheesy attempt at “spitting game”. My anger got ahead of me. If this weren’t a dream I might have hit him.
Why you treating my momma, like she’s your momma too
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do
What just to make me happy…
I woke up to the same song on repeat still shaken from last nights events at the movie theater. I washed my face and prepared for school, having decided I shouldn’t do anything that I am not sure of. That’s fair to me. Right?
School was rough. I could hear all the whispers in the hallway. It seemed as though every one was aware of my and Grace’s “falling out”. Grace was insanely popular. She was the star of the school’s soccer team, and she had the heart of many of the boys in school. Anyone would be lucky to be with her.
I walked into class to meet my usual gang of friends eagerly awaiting my entrance. The three of them took a long stare at me before they began their questions, most likely trying to figure out my current mood. I focused on Grace at that moment. She was sitting far away from me now and didn’t look up at me when I entered the classroom, unlike every other time. She was in the back texting someone it seemed. I wondered what she was thinking about. Could it be about last night?
Devon, the eccentric blonde, interrupted my wandering thoughts: “So you’re available now?” I didn’t answer her tantalizing question. Most people would swear that she had this crazy crush on me. I didn’t really see it though.
Seth’s turn had come next. I recognized that he was talking, but nothing he said mattered. I was recalling my dream from last night and was starting to feel a growing irritation towards Seth. I knew that he has a crush on Grace, and if he could have he would have asked her out by now. He probably said something incredibly condescending like “Can I have her then”… well not really but he might as well have.
When Hannah spoke, she had my complete attention. She stood face to face with me, her nose level at my fore head. She stood much taller than everyone else in the class. Her frizzy red hair did not waver with the breeze as she confronted me. She is Grace’s best friend, and the one who introduced her to me. She has been the only person I could talk to who I could be honest with.
“I am going to ask you once. What happened?” She poised the question blunt and to the point as always.
“Grace wants nothing more to do with me.” I replied awkwardly.
“I know that’s not all that happened. Grace told me so. I am giving you one more chance to tell me what happened from your side,” she said sternly.
All the others leaned in closely as I began.
“Since she told you, you already know she invited me to the movies. Cool, but then out of nowhere she starts getting really close and holding my hand tightly. I started getting uncomfortable and we were late to the movie, so I told her that we need to hurry. So she just flat out tells me ‘I have a crush on you and I want to be your girlfriend.’ That was it.”
“And you said…” Seth said cheekily. I would have just ignored him, but Hannah seemed to want an answer as well.
“Nothing,” I stalled. I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t. “She let go of my hand, and I assume that you also know the rest,” I spoke so sourly that it disgusted me. Why am I so upset if I only spoke in my best interest?
“So how will you fix it?” Hannah asked. Her question confused me. I did nothing wrong. Did I?
“Why should he fix it? She shouldn’t have said that! It’s not his fault. He needs someone who is at the same level as him anyway.” Devon interrupted. At least someone agreed with me. Why should I have to say it just because she said it? I shouldn’t and I won’t. I won’t.
Professor Morgan, our lanky bald teacher, entered the room. We all returned to our seats quickly.
Professor Morgan always remarked on one thing he noticed before class started. Today he remarked on the empty seat next to me. That empty seat was Grace’s seat. She had moved next to Seth.
“So a screw loose in the relationship Grace?” he probed. She did not answer.
“Cody…?” I did not answer. Class began very awkwardly today, and the lesson was even weirder. A large portion of today’s class was spent talking about how music affects our mood, and can allow us to see inside our selves. I fell asleep.
Grace was in my thoughts but this time she was the spectator to a play starring myself and Devon. I could not control what I was saying, and the words just came naturally. I was at my locker and Devon had approached it, Grace silently stood to the side. Devon began to poke at my relationship with Grace, and I had spoken my mind about it.
I said things, like how I should have made sure not to lead her on, and that I can’t go out with someone I don’t like. Devon smiled, Grace left. Why do I feel so bad if I was speaking my mind?
BANG!
I awoke to the mole on the face of Professor Morgan. The class stared at me. Grace walked out of the room. I questioned why no one stopped her, but then I dropped it. It wasn’t my problem.
Hannah leaned over and whispered into my ear, “You were talking in your sleep.” She began to tell me the things that were said. I had said that I love Grace. I immediately left the room in a nervous fit.
My thoughts were racing. Why would I say that? Is that how I feel? What is Grace thinking right now? I tried to run to the bathroom to clear my face only to face the opposition of Grace.
“How do you really feel about me?” she asked with a blank stare.
I fumbled on my words, and my heart was racing. I couldn’t think straight so I said anything that came to mind.
“I don’t want to get hurt. When I tell you that I love you I don’t want to be responsible for the feelings that come with it. I want to love you.” I finally admitted. I felt so great for finally admitting it. I felt stupid for denying it so many times before.
“I’m really happy and I feel the same way, but why couldn’t you wait for me to come back from the bathroom? I really have to go and you following me like this is awkward…”
“I had thought you left the room because of what I said…” I replied.
“What did you say?” she questioned oddly.
“The talking in my sleep thing, where I said I loved you…” and now I was freaking out. Why doesn’t she know what I was talking about?
“You didn’t say anything in your sleep.” Grace’s words made my mouth drop. I told her I’d be right back and that I meant what I said, and ran to Hannah.
“Hannah, I didn’t say anything in my sleep, did I?” I furiously questioned her.
“No, but I was tired of the dog chasing its tail,” Hannah replied. Her reply screamed evil genius. But it was only this scheme that had gotten me to admit my true feelings. Hannah saw Grace go to the bathroom, and me drifting off, and then took advantage of the attention that Professor Morgan had brought to me. My anger subsided and my happiness rose as I could finally be with Grace.
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Writing by LilSparks101 and Super Sleuth. The only thing I've probably never done on this forum is write a story for you guys. I know how difficult it is to make a good story, so I wrote a one shot for you all to enjoy. Let me here your thought. Now to the story:
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Rating: G
Genres: One Shot, Romance, School Life, Drama.
Base: Original Story. Some Content from Opposites Attract by Kendrick Lamar.
______________________________________________________________________________
We hurt people that love us
Love people that hurt us
Hurt people that love us…
“Why do you have to be like this? You’re always so cold to me. Sometimes I think you just don’t love me, like I love you” she said.
I stood a half a foot above her, but felt as though I was a midget in the face of her feelings. Her long brown hair waved goodbye as she turned her back.
“Grace…” I said, but she did not bother to turn around. Her cold walk said more about her disappointment than her words ever could.
My ride home was depressing. I had to leave the movie theatre alone, though originally we had come as a pair. How sweet the irony that we were going to watching a happy romantic movie of her choosing. I did not even bother to go in and watch it. Now my mom fills my ear with questions about my mood and why Grace isn’t with me. I didn’t answer even one.
She didn’t call, she didn’t text, and her status changed. Grace had officially gone from “It’s complicated” to “single”. Both our pages crowded with responses like “Trouble in wonderland?”, and “so when are us single people going to get together
”. I responded to none of them. No one understood a thing. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to sort out these feelings for myself. I retreated to the world of my iPod, where the music could bring me to another world. I plugged myself into my bright red ear phones and listened.
Why you couldn’t be a con artist…
Why couldn’t you be mischievous or a lil’ devious in moment we first started…
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time…
Why you let me use yours cause’ I don’t got mine
Why you always lift me up when I’m completely giving up
The sounds of Kendrick Lamar had sent me to sleep, with little thought into fate’s odd way of choosing things. That night I dreamed about her. At first I could only recognize a short brunette and a stocky blonde. I began to enter a focus where I realized that Grace and Seth were standing in front of me. I could hear them, and see them, but they didn’t even acknowledge me. Grace didn’t even know I was here.
“Why are you still hung over Cody?” Seth questioned, “You gave him a chance, and he rejected you. You should just move on, preferably with me” he flashed a smile that could blind a hawk.
Grace blushed, and accepted his cheesy attempt at “spitting game”. My anger got ahead of me. If this weren’t a dream I might have hit him.
Why you treating my momma, like she’s your momma too
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do
What just to make me happy…
I woke up to the same song on repeat still shaken from last nights events at the movie theater. I washed my face and prepared for school, having decided I shouldn’t do anything that I am not sure of. That’s fair to me. Right?
School was rough. I could hear all the whispers in the hallway. It seemed as though every one was aware of my and Grace’s “falling out”. Grace was insanely popular. She was the star of the school’s soccer team, and she had the heart of many of the boys in school. Anyone would be lucky to be with her.
I walked into class to meet my usual gang of friends eagerly awaiting my entrance. The three of them took a long stare at me before they began their questions, most likely trying to figure out my current mood. I focused on Grace at that moment. She was sitting far away from me now and didn’t look up at me when I entered the classroom, unlike every other time. She was in the back texting someone it seemed. I wondered what she was thinking about. Could it be about last night?
Devon, the eccentric blonde, interrupted my wandering thoughts: “So you’re available now?” I didn’t answer her tantalizing question. Most people would swear that she had this crazy crush on me. I didn’t really see it though.
Seth’s turn had come next. I recognized that he was talking, but nothing he said mattered. I was recalling my dream from last night and was starting to feel a growing irritation towards Seth. I knew that he has a crush on Grace, and if he could have he would have asked her out by now. He probably said something incredibly condescending like “Can I have her then”… well not really but he might as well have.
When Hannah spoke, she had my complete attention. She stood face to face with me, her nose level at my fore head. She stood much taller than everyone else in the class. Her frizzy red hair did not waver with the breeze as she confronted me. She is Grace’s best friend, and the one who introduced her to me. She has been the only person I could talk to who I could be honest with.
“I am going to ask you once. What happened?” She poised the question blunt and to the point as always.
“Grace wants nothing more to do with me.” I replied awkwardly.
“I know that’s not all that happened. Grace told me so. I am giving you one more chance to tell me what happened from your side,” she said sternly.
All the others leaned in closely as I began.
“Since she told you, you already know she invited me to the movies. Cool, but then out of nowhere she starts getting really close and holding my hand tightly. I started getting uncomfortable and we were late to the movie, so I told her that we need to hurry. So she just flat out tells me ‘I have a crush on you and I want to be your girlfriend.’ That was it.”
“And you said…” Seth said cheekily. I would have just ignored him, but Hannah seemed to want an answer as well.
“Nothing,” I stalled. I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t. “She let go of my hand, and I assume that you also know the rest,” I spoke so sourly that it disgusted me. Why am I so upset if I only spoke in my best interest?
“So how will you fix it?” Hannah asked. Her question confused me. I did nothing wrong. Did I?
“Why should he fix it? She shouldn’t have said that! It’s not his fault. He needs someone who is at the same level as him anyway.” Devon interrupted. At least someone agreed with me. Why should I have to say it just because she said it? I shouldn’t and I won’t. I won’t.
Professor Morgan, our lanky bald teacher, entered the room. We all returned to our seats quickly.
Professor Morgan always remarked on one thing he noticed before class started. Today he remarked on the empty seat next to me. That empty seat was Grace’s seat. She had moved next to Seth.
“So a screw loose in the relationship Grace?” he probed. She did not answer.
“Cody…?” I did not answer. Class began very awkwardly today, and the lesson was even weirder. A large portion of today’s class was spent talking about how music affects our mood, and can allow us to see inside our selves. I fell asleep.
Grace was in my thoughts but this time she was the spectator to a play starring myself and Devon. I could not control what I was saying, and the words just came naturally. I was at my locker and Devon had approached it, Grace silently stood to the side. Devon began to poke at my relationship with Grace, and I had spoken my mind about it.
I said things, like how I should have made sure not to lead her on, and that I can’t go out with someone I don’t like. Devon smiled, Grace left. Why do I feel so bad if I was speaking my mind?
BANG!
I awoke to the mole on the face of Professor Morgan. The class stared at me. Grace walked out of the room. I questioned why no one stopped her, but then I dropped it. It wasn’t my problem.
Hannah leaned over and whispered into my ear, “You were talking in your sleep.” She began to tell me the things that were said. I had said that I love Grace. I immediately left the room in a nervous fit.
My thoughts were racing. Why would I say that? Is that how I feel? What is Grace thinking right now? I tried to run to the bathroom to clear my face only to face the opposition of Grace.
“How do you really feel about me?” she asked with a blank stare.
I fumbled on my words, and my heart was racing. I couldn’t think straight so I said anything that came to mind.
“I don’t want to get hurt. When I tell you that I love you I don’t want to be responsible for the feelings that come with it. I want to love you.” I finally admitted. I felt so great for finally admitting it. I felt stupid for denying it so many times before.
“I’m really happy and I feel the same way, but why couldn’t you wait for me to come back from the bathroom? I really have to go and you following me like this is awkward…”
“I had thought you left the room because of what I said…” I replied.
“What did you say?” she questioned oddly.
“The talking in my sleep thing, where I said I loved you…” and now I was freaking out. Why doesn’t she know what I was talking about?
“You didn’t say anything in your sleep.” Grace’s words made my mouth drop. I told her I’d be right back and that I meant what I said, and ran to Hannah.
“Hannah, I didn’t say anything in my sleep, did I?” I furiously questioned her.
“No, but I was tired of the dog chasing its tail,” Hannah replied. Her reply screamed evil genius. But it was only this scheme that had gotten me to admit my true feelings. Hannah saw Grace go to the bathroom, and me drifting off, and then took advantage of the attention that Professor Morgan had brought to me. My anger subsided and my happiness rose as I could finally be with Grace.
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