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Her. ️
She was everything I was not.
Simply, she was perfect.
And I could never have her.
All Rights Reserved © Lauren Lee.
Do not copy without the writer's consent.
(Start a convo with me about copying the plot or characters or anything else.)
(YEAH I KNOW MY NAME IS SO ORIGINAL (*ahem*) PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT)
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When I first set my eyes on her, I was stunned speechless. She looked dazzling. Her golden yellow curls bounced as she walked, and her laugh sounded like angels giggling. Her grass green eyes shone, a bright, ever-burning flare in them. Everyone loved her. Why? Because she was such a joy to be around. You could be hiding in a loo stall, crying your heart out, and somehow - just somehow - she’d find you and she’d heal you.
Of course, I was lucky enough to have her in my Maths class. Actually, scrap that, it was absolute torture. Maths was a subject I’d been acing for the past couple years, up until she came. I couldn’t focus; I never could. Well, yeah, I could, just not on the Maths.
She took my breath away. Literally. I couldn’t ever speak around her. Which means, of course, that I could never answer the teacher’s questions. At first it was just Maths, but soon it spread. With me being the “star student” of the school, this was huge news. In fact, it was more than huge. It was gigantic. Obviously, since this is high school, rumours fly like the fastest bees on this planet.
All that respect I had gained from students, for being able to do so many things. All I had gained from teachers, for being so smart. All the questions I had been able to solve in seconds. All of that turned to dust. All because she was taking me away, off to my own world of imagination. Everything I’d worked for, all those years…gone in a matter of weeks.
Yet, out of everything, these complications weren’t even the worst part. The worst part was in fact, the part when I realised that she would probably never accept me. Why? We were the same gender. Yes, I am gay and I am proud, but it isn’t exactly useful in these situations.
Oh, and also, it killed me when she heard the rumours and started ignoring me. When she looked at me, she was nice enough not to make a face or anything, but she did look away. That simple gesture was all it took, and I was dead inside. Star student my ♥♥♥, in that time of my life all I wanted was to just get away. Away from this mess. Away from the rumours. Away from all the people. Away from her.
But, the thing was, they were everywhere. Worse yet, they knew my secret.
Awful. If I had to describe my life using just one word, that would be it. No, not horrific or torture, or anything like that…just plain awful. See, the thing is, I had my own little group of friends who were, thankfully, loyal to me. They were a blessing, and they were the reason I was okay with my life. Not the best, but not the worst, you know? So yeah, they saved me from going insane.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t take away the fact I was still obsessed with her. Which is why as soon as I saw her in the arms of another, I ran away. Wherever my legs took me, I went. The numbing feeling inside me wasn’t enough to deny the truth from me. She loved someone else. That was it. I could never change that. Which is what made my switch flip.
The wind was as cold as ice, but I didn’t care. I stood on the edge of the landing of the dock. The waves crashed in front of me. In the distance I could hear storm clouds rolling in. ‘This might be the last day of my life, but hey, at least it would be pretty epic,’ I thought as drops of rain began falling, hitting me like spears. They felt like everyone who’d ever hurt me.
Glancing at the murky waters that was the ocean, I saw my reflection. Not only that, I saw me for who I was - which was simply, a girl who could never have what she wanted. As I was just about to jump into the water, end my life, I felt someone grab my hand from behind me.
“Hey, Ally. I saw you run here. I was worried, so, um, yeah. Please don’t do what I think you’re going to do…” I heard the voice of one of my closest friends come from behind me. I spun around, and as soon as I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked, well, stunning. Although that was probably because she was drenched, her hair sticking to her forehead and her shirt was kinda see-through.
“Jayne!” I yelled, pulling her into a hug. She was shorter than me by about an inch or two, so I could bury my head in her soft, silky hair. Which was exactly what I did, and oh my word, her scent was amazing.
“Jayne, you didn’t have to come. I’m fine, I was just about to get out of here,” I faked, hoping she would believe me. False hope, because obviously she didn't. Using all her strength, she dragged me out the rain, to a nearby shop.
“Excuse me, do you have anything for us to dry ourselves with?” Jayne asked the guy at the counter, who nodded. Even I had to admit he looked handsome. I’d definitely become bisexual for him. Anyway, he grabbed a towel from the rack behind him, and gave it to Jayne.
“If you want anymore, you’ll have to pay for it, or my boss will kill me. I’m giving that to you for free, and am already risking my life, ‘kay?” the guy said bluntly. Jayne smiled, and looked back at me. As fast as I could, I took the towel and rubbed it into Jayne’s hair.
‘She looks cute,’ was my first thought, although my face still gave a look of “cliché, depressed and bored teenager”. A quirky grin spread across Jayne’s face, as she pushed me off her. That grin made me feel good. From my arms, Jayne took the towel and wrapped it around both of us, edging closer to me so it could go all the way around to the front of her shoulder.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Jayne smiled at the guy at the counter, who waved us off. Daringly, I picked Jayne up bridal style and brought her outside to a bench below the awning in front of the store, against her protests.
“Put me down, Al!” Jayne whined, a hint of dark red decorating her cheeks. Once I did, she huffed and pulled the towel around herself. Laughing silently, I sat down next to her. She blushed furiously but I just leaned my head on the window of the storefront. Unconsciously, I brushed my hand through her hair, feeling the soft material in my palm.
For a moment I looked down at Jayne, and saw her staring into the rain. There was still drops of rain, dripping down from her pale pink-purple ombre hair, which she dyed not too recently. Flames burned in her sky blue eyes. Then, there was her lips. Luscious, bright, cherry red lips.
It was then that I knew she was what I’d been looking for. I cupped her face in my hands, making her look at me, and I pressed my lips against hers. At first she didn’t respond, and I thought I had done something wrong, but then she kissed me back. Her sweet lips were intoxicating against my chapped ones.
After what felt like only a few seconds, but was probably a minute or two, we parted. Looking at Jayne, I could tell she felt that spark too. We both did. That’s why the following thing I did was bring her to my place after the rain stopped, and I told her everything, even though she knew most of it.
Feeling her warm embrace when I cried was…indescribable. Really, it felt fantastic. Her hand combing my dark brown hair, kissing my tears away. It didn’t feel wrong, or sexual, or anything. It just felt good.
And maybe that’s what love is about. Feeling good.
Maybe that’s why I love Jayne Parsons.
Because she makes me feel like I’m invincible.
THANKS FOR READING THIS CRINGY STORY YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW AND IGNORE ME BAIIIIII
She was everything I was not.
Simply, she was perfect.
And I could never have her.
All Rights Reserved © Lauren Lee.
Do not copy without the writer's consent.
(Start a convo with me about copying the plot or characters or anything else.)
(YEAH I KNOW MY NAME IS SO ORIGINAL (*ahem*) PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT)
~~~
When I first set my eyes on her, I was stunned speechless. She looked dazzling. Her golden yellow curls bounced as she walked, and her laugh sounded like angels giggling. Her grass green eyes shone, a bright, ever-burning flare in them. Everyone loved her. Why? Because she was such a joy to be around. You could be hiding in a loo stall, crying your heart out, and somehow - just somehow - she’d find you and she’d heal you.
Of course, I was lucky enough to have her in my Maths class. Actually, scrap that, it was absolute torture. Maths was a subject I’d been acing for the past couple years, up until she came. I couldn’t focus; I never could. Well, yeah, I could, just not on the Maths.
She took my breath away. Literally. I couldn’t ever speak around her. Which means, of course, that I could never answer the teacher’s questions. At first it was just Maths, but soon it spread. With me being the “star student” of the school, this was huge news. In fact, it was more than huge. It was gigantic. Obviously, since this is high school, rumours fly like the fastest bees on this planet.
All that respect I had gained from students, for being able to do so many things. All I had gained from teachers, for being so smart. All the questions I had been able to solve in seconds. All of that turned to dust. All because she was taking me away, off to my own world of imagination. Everything I’d worked for, all those years…gone in a matter of weeks.
Yet, out of everything, these complications weren’t even the worst part. The worst part was in fact, the part when I realised that she would probably never accept me. Why? We were the same gender. Yes, I am gay and I am proud, but it isn’t exactly useful in these situations.
Oh, and also, it killed me when she heard the rumours and started ignoring me. When she looked at me, she was nice enough not to make a face or anything, but she did look away. That simple gesture was all it took, and I was dead inside. Star student my ♥♥♥, in that time of my life all I wanted was to just get away. Away from this mess. Away from the rumours. Away from all the people. Away from her.
But, the thing was, they were everywhere. Worse yet, they knew my secret.
Awful. If I had to describe my life using just one word, that would be it. No, not horrific or torture, or anything like that…just plain awful. See, the thing is, I had my own little group of friends who were, thankfully, loyal to me. They were a blessing, and they were the reason I was okay with my life. Not the best, but not the worst, you know? So yeah, they saved me from going insane.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t take away the fact I was still obsessed with her. Which is why as soon as I saw her in the arms of another, I ran away. Wherever my legs took me, I went. The numbing feeling inside me wasn’t enough to deny the truth from me. She loved someone else. That was it. I could never change that. Which is what made my switch flip.
The wind was as cold as ice, but I didn’t care. I stood on the edge of the landing of the dock. The waves crashed in front of me. In the distance I could hear storm clouds rolling in. ‘This might be the last day of my life, but hey, at least it would be pretty epic,’ I thought as drops of rain began falling, hitting me like spears. They felt like everyone who’d ever hurt me.
Glancing at the murky waters that was the ocean, I saw my reflection. Not only that, I saw me for who I was - which was simply, a girl who could never have what she wanted. As I was just about to jump into the water, end my life, I felt someone grab my hand from behind me.
“Hey, Ally. I saw you run here. I was worried, so, um, yeah. Please don’t do what I think you’re going to do…” I heard the voice of one of my closest friends come from behind me. I spun around, and as soon as I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked, well, stunning. Although that was probably because she was drenched, her hair sticking to her forehead and her shirt was kinda see-through.
“Jayne!” I yelled, pulling her into a hug. She was shorter than me by about an inch or two, so I could bury my head in her soft, silky hair. Which was exactly what I did, and oh my word, her scent was amazing.
“Jayne, you didn’t have to come. I’m fine, I was just about to get out of here,” I faked, hoping she would believe me. False hope, because obviously she didn't. Using all her strength, she dragged me out the rain, to a nearby shop.
“Excuse me, do you have anything for us to dry ourselves with?” Jayne asked the guy at the counter, who nodded. Even I had to admit he looked handsome. I’d definitely become bisexual for him. Anyway, he grabbed a towel from the rack behind him, and gave it to Jayne.
“If you want anymore, you’ll have to pay for it, or my boss will kill me. I’m giving that to you for free, and am already risking my life, ‘kay?” the guy said bluntly. Jayne smiled, and looked back at me. As fast as I could, I took the towel and rubbed it into Jayne’s hair.
‘She looks cute,’ was my first thought, although my face still gave a look of “cliché, depressed and bored teenager”. A quirky grin spread across Jayne’s face, as she pushed me off her. That grin made me feel good. From my arms, Jayne took the towel and wrapped it around both of us, edging closer to me so it could go all the way around to the front of her shoulder.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Jayne smiled at the guy at the counter, who waved us off. Daringly, I picked Jayne up bridal style and brought her outside to a bench below the awning in front of the store, against her protests.
“Put me down, Al!” Jayne whined, a hint of dark red decorating her cheeks. Once I did, she huffed and pulled the towel around herself. Laughing silently, I sat down next to her. She blushed furiously but I just leaned my head on the window of the storefront. Unconsciously, I brushed my hand through her hair, feeling the soft material in my palm.
For a moment I looked down at Jayne, and saw her staring into the rain. There was still drops of rain, dripping down from her pale pink-purple ombre hair, which she dyed not too recently. Flames burned in her sky blue eyes. Then, there was her lips. Luscious, bright, cherry red lips.
It was then that I knew she was what I’d been looking for. I cupped her face in my hands, making her look at me, and I pressed my lips against hers. At first she didn’t respond, and I thought I had done something wrong, but then she kissed me back. Her sweet lips were intoxicating against my chapped ones.
After what felt like only a few seconds, but was probably a minute or two, we parted. Looking at Jayne, I could tell she felt that spark too. We both did. That’s why the following thing I did was bring her to my place after the rain stopped, and I told her everything, even though she knew most of it.
Feeling her warm embrace when I cried was…indescribable. Really, it felt fantastic. Her hand combing my dark brown hair, kissing my tears away. It didn’t feel wrong, or sexual, or anything. It just felt good.
And maybe that’s what love is about. Feeling good.
Maybe that’s why I love Jayne Parsons.
Because she makes me feel like I’m invincible.
THANKS FOR READING THIS CRINGY STORY YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW AND IGNORE ME BAIIIIII
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