wytherwings' Stories

Her "Deal"

2008-07-04T09:56:07Z

“So Sydney, what’s your deal?” Audrey smiled expectantly.

“My, uh, my deal?” It seemed like an odd question to ask someone.

She tilted her head, like it was a simple question. “You know, who are you? Where are you from? What do you like to do? Why do you like to do it?”

“Oh, you want me to tell you about myself.” I knew I sounded stupid, but I was still kind of waiting for her to realize she had sat down with the wrong kind of person, and leave.

But she didn’t. Instead she nodded and said the weirdest thing, “I’m not very good at making friends, so sorry if this is kind of weird.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, except the truth, “No it’s fine. I’m not good at it either. Actually I’m terrible at it.”

She looked so relieved when I said that. It seems silly, but the fact that my words could have any kind of affect on someone, is what made me tell her my “deal.” Then she told me her’s. And now I find myself in a coffee shop with her 3 days later, talking and laughing. Acting like friends.

Her Defeat and Encounter

2008-07-03T11:39:44Z

The day she gave up, you could see it in her face.

Her face was like a book, you could find out so much about her, if only you cared to look. And her face looked different, defeated. But also a little relieved. Like her struggle was over. Because her turn was over, and she was done playing.

I took a bite of my sandwhich and surveyed the scene before me.

There was crowd gathering around someone. A new student, I had overheard from the table of “jocks” two tables down.

The new girl was very petite. Short and skinny. Her hair was platinum blond, but with brown streaks. Her face was caked with make-up and she was dected out in A&F.

The new girl would fit right in with all the girls that ignored me. But then she did something crazy, and walked up to me.

“I can’t find anywhere to sit, is this seat taken?”

I decided not to point out that she had just found a seat, and nodded.

“Sweet!” She smiled sweetly and sat down. “I’m Audrey by the way, what’s your name?”

“Sydney. My name’s Sydney”

Confusion and Regret

2008-07-03T10:54:28Z

Jessica turned around and looked down at the toilet. Suddenly she kneeled down and puked. God She couldn’t believe this, it was really, literally making her sick. She flushed, went outside the stall, and leaned on the sink with her hands, staring at her reflection in the dirty mirror.

It wasn’t the drugs, or the record that bugged her. It was that he had used her. Just to get laid. Was there a single thing he said to her, that wasn’t a lie? That wasn’t a way to get what he wanted?

She didn’t ever want to leave this bathroom. She didn’t want to face the rest of the school. She didn’t want to have to look at everyone, and know that they all knew. And no one had bothered to tell her. No one tried to give her a warning.

No, that’s not true. That’s not fair, Jessica. You know someone did. You know Stephen tried to. And that was true. Whatever happened, she knew Stephen’s intentions were good. He really cared about her.

So why couldn’t she make herself love him back?

Walking Away

2008-07-02T18:25:48Z

But of course, Stephen couldn’t leave her alone. Stephen will get Jessica to realize that James was a jerk, then she’ll dump the idiot and come running back to him.

Turns out her didn’t have to do anything though, because when he walked around the corner he saw James, Jessica, and some emo-looking girl.

“You said you were my boyfriend James!” the emo girl shouted, “and then I hear you talking about this Jessica” and then she slapped him and ran.

“What the hell James, you had a girlfriend??” Jessica asked.

James leaned against the wall, not looking like someone who had just been slapped. “I have a girlfriend.”

“She just slapped you!”

“She’ll get over it.”

“Fine! But I won’t.” Then she slapped him and walked right into Stephen.

“Hey, are you ok?” Stephen asked her, holding her shoulders.

“I’m fine.” She hugged him, then pulled away. “I guess you think I’m gonna come back to you now.” She paused. “But I’m not. Stephen, I just don’t like you like that. I’m sorry.” She walked away.

Why

2008-07-02T07:01:15Z

Look at me. Look at me, in the eyes, and tell me. Tell me, one thing. The only thing I want to know, the only thing I want from you.

One thing.

I want the truth.

I need it. After that, you can leave. You don’t ever have to talk to me again, I won’t care. Actually, you really could stop talking to me right now. But this is all I’m asking for. One thing. I need the truth, and I need it from you.

You see, I know the rest. I know the story. I know what happened. I know how it happened. I know the who, where, and when of it. I just don’t know the why.

Why do you insist on this? Can’t you see what you’re doing? Slowly ripping apart the one thing I thought I had control over.

Now I’m telling you that it’s over. And you won. You can relax. You screwed me over, and you came out on top. I know that it doesn’t matter to you, how many people you had to walk over to get to where you are now, how many lives you had to screw up, how many hearts you had to break.

All I need is the truth.

Why?

Kelly's Dream [scavenger hunt challenge]

2008-06-27T10:05:56Z

“Camillo!! I had the weirdest dream last night!!” Kelly told me in the lunch line.

“What was it?” I asked, grabbing a tray. It had 23 written with black sharpie on it. I shrugged and listened to Kelly.

“It was crazy! I woke up (my dream-self, not the real me) and there was a mango shaped space in my door! I don’t know what made it mango shaped, but that’s what my dream-self thought it was at the time.

“Anyway, so I’m sitting there, wondering how that happened when Loreli from Gilmore Girls runs into my room and shouts ‘Hurry! All the young dudes are dead!’

Then she starts trying to pull me out of bed, but I’m like, ‘chill, they’ve been dead since 1993’.

But apparently I’m speaking in Chineze or something cause she’s like ‘What? English would be nice you know. I can only speak English for God’s sake!’

“So I just sit there confused, until Rory comes in and shouts, ‘Why is everyone still in here?! We were supposed to follow the star to Pasadena an hour ago!’

“And then I wake up.”

The Ride

2008-06-25T06:43:54Z

Beating. The music is beating. I can feel it beating against my chest, into my very heart. It’s building, rising, going faster and faster, making everything spin. It’s rising over the top, until it bubbles over.

Pumping. It’s pumping in my head, in my veins, it’s what pumps the blood to my heart.

I’m not leading the music anymore. It’s leading me. I don’t have to look up, it’s leading all of us. We’re in sync, all together. Together with the music.

Suddenly no one is watching. There aren’t a thousand people starring, riding along with us, with the music. At least not to us. It’s just the music. Us, and the music.

We created it, and then it went wild. Our personal Frankenstein.

We’re jumping, we’re soaring, we’re going on and on, and the crowd comes back. It’s roaring, filling my head, feeding off our energy even as it gives us more and more.

Nothing else matters.

And when it ends, it’s just the four of us, standing on stage with our instruments in front of the crowd.

Our ride is over.

A Feeling

2008-06-25T06:25:28Z

So I’m up really late at night. And I want to, to do something. It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. I want to do something that will be… meaningful, or breathtaking. If that makes sense.

I want to write something, I have all of these phrases, and half-finished sentences in my head. Half-conversations. But nothing cohesive, nothing that makes sense.

Or I want to take pictures. I have half-ideas. I want to take a picture that will take people’s breath away.

I want to make a difference. I don’t want to leave this world without doing something worth while, without making an impact on someone’s life.

I’m watching these letters appear on the screen, I wrote them, I made them come together. But do they make any sense? Are they important?

I just have that feeling. Thats how a lot of these ficlets, or well ramblings, come to exist. I have a feeling, and I have to let something out.

But I don’t know what. I just- try to make something meaningful come out of these words. But it’s just out of my reach.

Talking

2008-06-23T23:44:42Z

The secret place ended up being not very secret. Just a tree in the front of the school. But I guess it was secret if you made it. We sat and I began playing with the grass.

“So,” I said, “Where do we start?”

“Let’s start with your shirt. Bright Eyes. You like Conor Oberst?”

“What makes you think I like Conor Oberst, and not the whole band?”

“Because Conor Oberst basically is the band. I mean, there are other members”

“but they are constantly changing.” I finished, smiling.

It went on. We talked about bands and music for a while. I was surprised at how alike our taste in music was. He seemed surprised I’d heard of so many of these bands.

We went on to talk about other things; movies, books, art (he didn’t know much about), politics (yes- you read right. he basically ranted about how corrupt it all was), and ideas, our views and beliefs. It was the longest I’d gone actually talking to a boy I liked. And it was also the most I’d gotten to know one.

And I found I liked him, a lot.

The Note

2008-06-22T21:30:44Z

I couldn’t sleep. I just kept seeing Stephen’s hurt face. It’s not that I felt bad, because I didn’t. And that was the problem. Was I really that cold? Did I really hate Stephen that much?

Another face kept popping up too. Jame’s face. His expression right before he left, it was unmoved, not changed at all. Like he didn’t care at all about this.

Which, I reminded myself, he probably didn’t.

When I opened my locker at school the next day, a note fell out. It was from Stephen.

Dear Jessica,

I’m disappointed in you Jessica. I expected better.

God, he sounds like my mother.

I thought you cared more. I know we weren’t “officially” dating, but I thought you had better manners.

Manners? What the heck?

And why that guy? What do you know about him? He probably does drugs for all you know! Not someone respectable.

Ok, now I’m seriously pissed off.

Before, I thought you would have deserved better than him. But now, I think maybe you guys are right for each other.

-Stephen

The Car Ride

2008-06-22T15:40:59Z

At the end of the night we got back into the car. I curled up in the seat and checked the time. The numbers of the clock glowed: 2:19.

Somewhere in my mind I knew my parents were going to kill me if they found out, but at the moment I didn’t really care. I just studied James, wanting to kiss him again.

“Why are you staring at me.” He looked over, giving me his infamous smirk.

“Because you’re just so irresistably sexy and alluring” I answered sarcastically.

“Oh is that right? Well in that case…” We pulled over suddenly. I looked outside. We were right in front of my house. I didn’t realize we were so close to home.

I was about to get out, but he pulled me back in, leaned forward, and kissed me again. I smiled and kissed him back. We sat there, making out for a while. Who knows how long it was, time flew by for me. Finally I pulled away.

“See you tomorrow” he said, smirking like always.

I got out the of car and turned around. Stephen was standing on the lawn, staring at me, in shock.

Green Stuff

2008-06-19T04:06:39Z

“So, what is this that we’re snorting anyways?” Whatever it was, it was making me feel light.

“Ah can’t tell you that, it’s classified!”

“Classified? What are you, some kind of top-secret drug dealer?” I took another snort of it anyways.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” He wiggled his brows, mysteriously.

I rolled my eyes, “And why did you take me here, is this your drug-dealer secret lair?”

He took another snort of the stuff and handed it to me.

“Look, you looked in serious need of ditching. And this stuff.” He gestured at the green stuff we had been snorting.

“Oh I see. So you aren’t trying to drug and kidnap me” I was loosening up.

“Of course not! You really have no idea who I am”

“Well why would I, I just met you in the hallway earlier today. Where, you kissed me“

“Well you were being mean for no reason.” He smirked again. “You know what? I think we need some music.” He got up and turned some on. Colors started swirling in front of me. So this is what being high feels like.

One Decision, that can Change Your Life

2008-06-18T01:44:54Z

“I’ll be right there.”

I looked back over at James. His lip-ring was glinting again, I couldn’t help but notice. He motioned for me to come over. It was so tempting to go.

But should I? I mean, what if he’s a perv or something? He did randomly kiss me… But it wasn’t like a pervy kiss, you know? I was more playful than like, I want you or something.

I looked over at him, then back at the door of the classroom. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I was sick of being the good girl. Maybe Stephen was bugging me, acting like a puppy, always following me around. Maybe it was just those green eyes.

In any case, I followed him.

I don’t want to sound cheesy, but after I followed him, where he took me, just kind of changed my life. Not really in a bad way, though some people might see it that way. But, he kind of opened my eyes to this world.

A world of booming music, filling the room, surrounding you. A world of color, and sounds mixing together. A world I was sure Stephen had no idea existed.

Loving

2008-06-15T20:06:18Z

When you first start to love someone- in either sense of the word- you don’t see their flaws, or their weaknesses. It’s that high you get on when you find a new friend, you think they’re awesome, amazing, and perfect. You’re blind to their flaws.

After a while, that high wears off. You’re view is more accurate. That person is still awesome, amazing. But you’re not blind. You see those flaws, those weaknesses that everyone has. Because no one is perfect. This isn’t a bad thing.

This isn’t a bad thing because once you recongize those flaws, you can accept them.

That’s not an easy thing to do.

But when you accept them, is when you really, truly, love that person. The whole person. You don’t just love the good, awesome, amazing things about that person. You love the whole person. You love their flaws and weaknesses, because they make the person who they are. The person that you love.

I love you guys (you know who you are). Everything about you guys. I’m gonna miss you all so much.

Cupcakes

2008-06-10T07:28:09Z

She leaned against the counter, waiting for someone to come in. It was one of those little bakeries. You know, with the best homemade cakes and cupcakes you’ve ever had.

But she was too hot to really care about that now. She fanned herself with a magazine and glanced at the clock, waiting for it to be lunch.

But then the little girl came in. She looked so determined, in her yellow dress and pink sandals. She was dragging her little brother in behind her. He had his fingers in his mouth, and looked surpreemly uninterested. Their mom ran in behind them.

The girl’s eyes lit up when she saw the cupcakes in the display case, and she ran up to the glass, pointing at the one she wanted.

“Mommy!! Can I have this one?” She pointed at the cupcakes, her tiny finger against the glass.

The boy had just noticed the cupcakes apparently. His eyes got real big. Instead of pointing, he just hugged the glass, looking at his mom expectantly.

The mom shook her head, smiled, and pulled out her wallet.