Hi followers! So, before today’s post I wanted to add a quick update! Summer’s approaching rapidly, which will mean this blog will be updated less frequently. (Especially within the next few weeks.) Hint: I’ll be back around the time TFIOS opens in theaters (which I’m so excited for, by the way!)
Anyway, back to the blog…
PROMPT: Actually, for today’s prompt, I’m going to post a story I had written prior to this blog, that I’ve absolutely loved. I wrote this story a little while ago, (almost a full semester ago). I call it “Different.”
Thanks for reading. And as always, feel free to comment below!
I could easily spew some bullshit story of romance and true love, but we all know that’s utter fiction. For some reason, the only stories worth caring are Hollywood love stories, but it’s not reality. So, can we at least stop pretending that’s all life is like.
I’m not good at anything. I have no real talents or experiences. I just sit alone a lot and think. Think about what everything would be like in another life.
Don’t pretend you know me. Or anything about me really. I know you don’t really care, and it’s okay. I’m fine with it. I’m a nobody. Hey, the first step is acceptance, right?
I look up. I’m at school. High school, the bane of every teenager’s existence. Except, I’m no longer a student here. I graduated last May and enrolled at a fancy private liberal arts college some 400 miles away. But, classes are on break for a week. So, I’m back home. What a delight. And I have to pick up my perky, hopeless romantic, dork of a brother, who’s a sophomore here.
High schoolers shove past me, racing to their shiny cars and respective significant others to do whatever significant others do. I roll my eyes, when my brother spots me, “Hey. I didn’t think you’d be here.”
“Well, what can I say? College bored me. So, here I am. You happy to see me,” giving him a hug and walking him to my car.
I leave the teenage-infested parking lot and head onto the street. “So, how’s school?”
“I really don’t feel like talking right now,” and he stares his head out the window.
Placing my hands toward the top of the steering wheel and facing my head in his direction, “Come on. This isn’t you, Noah.”
“What isn’t me? Because last time I checked, I’m me.”
“Chill out. Where’d my hopeless romantic little brother go and who are you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t believe in true love and soulmates anymore.”
“Okay, what happened? Who’s this girl you like? And what did she do?”
“It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.” I pull the car over to an empty parking lot and turn off the ignition.
“Okay, I’m not moving until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Fine. There’s this girl. Sarah. She’s so pretty. Like when I looked at her, I could just tell there was something special about her, you know?”
“And what’s making you all depressed and mopey?”
“She’s dating this guy and I think he’s a bad influence on her. I just don’t know.”
“Well, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, what are you going to do?”
“Forget it. Just drive, Sav.”
“Fine,” and we drove home in silence. “Okay, are you still not going to say anything, Noah?”
“There’s nothing to say. It’s over. She exists. I exist. Boom, end of story.”
“Noah, I’m only in town until tomorrow. So, if there’s anything I need to know, tell me now before I find out for myself.”
He sits on the back deck and I follow him, “Falling in love, that’s the easy part. But, moving forward is when it gets tricky.”
“Oh, Noah,” I said, giving him a hug.
“Well, I’ve got homework,” he springs up and goes inside.
That went well; not. It seems like me leaving means he can’t trust me or something. Then I, thought to myself, how can I even pretend to be on his side. I’ve never once been in a relationship or even on a simple date or been kissed! Oh my gosh, I’m a total loser!
Later that night, I went to Noah’s room, “Knock knock.”
“I’m not feeling well.”
Opening the door, “Give it a rest, Noah. It’s just me.” I plop on his bed. “Go on. Talk.”
“There’s so much I want to say, to her, something, anything. But, I can’t.”
“Sav, first, she has a boyfriend. And second, she has a boyfriend. She’s taken. What the hell am I even doing? I’m such an idiot.”
“Hey! My little brother, I think you know him, is this huge hopeless romantic and believes in soulmates and true love. He once told me, that you never give up on true love. Where’s that guy?”
“He entered high school. Why didn’t you tell me it was a hellhole?”
“Well, then you wouldn’t have figured it out for yourself. Come on, dinner time!” But Noah got me thinking, if it’s true love, what am I so afraid of?
The next morning, I was packing to leave.
There was a light knock on my door, “Hey, you leaving already?”
“Yea, my flight’s in an hour. Gotta head back before classes start.”
“Hey Sav? I’m sorry. This whole thing has me confused.”
“Noah, can I tell you something?” He nods to me, and sits beside me on my bed. “I’ve never done anything. I never do anything. And take it from me, that’s no way to live. You have to fight for what you want. When you know, you know.”
“We need to leave now if you’re going to make your plane! Are you ready?”
“Be right there, Mom!” I turn my attention to Noah. “Please, promise me, that you’ll go after what you want. And don’t be afraid to be the hopeless romantic that you are, no matter how dorky it is. Okay?”
“Bye, baby bro. Take care of yourself.”
“Sav?” I turn around, holding my luggage, “Try something different. Do you promise?” I nod, and head downstairs.
“Ready to go, honey,” my mom asks, as I reach the bottom step. I nod again and Dad takes my bags, and I dutifully follow them to the car. “You know, Sav, college is great for more than just academics, you know. I know you make good grades, honey, but college is more than that.”
“Mom, I gotta go. I’ll miss my flight.”
“Oh, right! Sorry, honey. Have a safe trip. Call me when you land.” For such sweet, loving, ordinary parents, I couldn’t feel more different, like a letdown on their part.
I get to the airport, and went straight to my gate, like I was supposed to do. I always followed the rules.
By the time my flight lands in my college town, I’m running late to catch the shuttle. I started running like a crazy person, which is so not me, my suitcase barreling into people on all sides of me. I finally arrive at the exit, and I see the bus pulling away.
“No, no, no,” I hear behind me. “You miss the shuttle too?”
“Yup, just by one minute too. Ugh, how am I supposed to get back to campus now?”
“You a freshman over at the college?” I faintly nod. “Me too. I’m Ethan,” as he extends his hand.
“Savannah,” as I take his hand. I look over his faded jeans, navy pullover sweater, his sneakers, and his messily-brushed light brown floppy hair.
“Should we split a cab? I mean, we kind of need to get back to school?”
“Sure, seems as if I have no other option.”
We walk toward the cab station, and stand in line. (Considering it’s a small town, we only had to wait for approximately seven people ahead of us.)
“So, Savannah? Where are you from?”
“Cincinnati. Right outside, actually. You?”
“South Pasadena, Florida. Coming to college was so weird not being around 98% elderly folks. So, why’d you choose here?”
“I don’t know. I guess, I liked the academics and the people. Boring, I know. I just wanted a change in scenery, you know?”
“Believe me, I totally get it. Hello? You’re talking to the guy who was practically raised by throngs of grandparents, in addition to my own family!”
“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME! You need a cab?”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Ethan answers back, as the cab stand worker points us to the next waiting cab.
“After you,” Ethan gestures me toward the cab.
We’re sitting side by side in the cab’s backseat, riding the forty-five minute drive to school, when he starts talking again.
“Where are you living on campus?”
“No way! That’s where I live! Second floor.”
“No, I’m on the second floor! Room 207.”
“I’m 220! How is that we’ve lived on the same floor for four months already, and yet I never met you until today at the airport?”
“I don’t know. Guess I don’t get out much. I’m usually out late at the library studying.”
“Yea, but what else are you involved with? Other than classes?”
“Classes. Why do you ask?”
“Really? How can you only have time for class? I barely have enough time to go to class myself!”
“Well, then, what are you involved in?”
“Well, glad you asked, Savannah. I am a freshman representative for student government, on-air personality for the campus TV program, I write for the newspaper, I rushed a fraternity and am now a pledge, I am an active participant in religious and political groups, and I help organize speakers who come to campus, and classes, obviously.”
“Seriously? How do you sleep? Or eat? Or study even?”
“Eight hours every night, like a baby.”
I started to laugh, “Okay, you’re nuts. There’s no way you can do all that plus get good grades. What’s the catch?”
“THAT’LL BE $68.50, PLEASE.”
“Saved by the bell, I guess.”
“Um, should we split the fare,” I ask, reaching for my wallet.
“Nonsense. It was my suggestion to get the cab. I’ll get it, no worries.”
“It was quite expensive; I can’t let you do that.”
“Well, Savannah, how about if I pay for the cab and I’ll let you buy me dinner tomorrow?”
“Fine,” I grumble. “Thank you. That is very nice and polite.”
“See? One of the things I learned growing up in an elderly community.” I can’t help but laugh again.
We walk side by side back to the dorm. “So, Ethan. I don’t believe I caught your major?”
“Business, I think. Or psychology. What about you?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.”
“That’s shocking. For someone like you, it seems like you’d have everything planned out.”
“Evidently, not everything.”
“SAVVIE!!!!!!” That’s my roommate, Emma. She runs down the hall as she sees me approaching.
“Well, Ethan. It was nice to meet you. I better go. Thanks for the cab.”
I hug Emma, and we walk off to our room, discussing our trips. Then, from the opposite end of the hall, “See you at dinner, Savannah!” I smiled back at him, and then closed the door behind me.
“Okay, Sav. Spill. Who was that? And how’d you get a date so fast after break?”
“Chill, Em. We split a cab back from the airport after the shuttle stupidly left without us. He paid the cab driver, and he said I could pay for dinner tomorrow to make up for it, if I felt so inclined. It’s not a date; it’s a business transaction.”
“What’s his name?”
“Because, Savvie, you’re BLUSHING! You like him! You so like him!”
“Like him? I don’t even know him, Em. And plus, it’s not a date. He didn’t seem to like me like that.”
“Okay. What did you talk about with him?”
“Em, why does that matter? I just met him. But, if you must know, we talked about hometowns and why we came here, our majors, what he’s involved with; that’s it. No big date lines or something.”
“Sav. He likes you! Why can’t you just admit that? And that you like him?”
“Because I don’t.”
“Where does he live?”
“Room 220. Why?”
“No reason. You wouldn’t mind if I asked him out, would you? He did seem pretty cute.”
“Was he? I hadn’t noticed,” I blushed again.
“LIAR. Sav, simple answer: do you like him?”
“I barely know him!”
“That’s no excuse. Do. You. Like. Him. Yes or no.”
“If it’ll make you happy… Maybe. But, for now, it’s nothing. So, drop it.”
“Fine, fine, fine. Who’s his roommate again? Room 220? It’s Ethan and Alex right? Hmmm, Alex seems cute. I could ask him out. Then we can double date!! Eeee!!”
“It’s not a date, Em! Chill, okay? Can I go unpack now?” “Fine. But, stop denying that you like him because I know you do. You can’t hide anything from me—we are besties. No secrets.”
Okay, so I hope you enjoyed that –long– story! Even though it wasn’t a prompt, you can get a feel for the type of writer I am, and how this blog, using new prompts has gotten me out of my comfort zone, as a good writer should. So, one tip for all you budding writers out there: try something new. Write what you like, yes, but too much? It’s boring. TRY SOMETHING. Outside your comfort zone, random, anything– just pick up your pen and start writing.