|Inverted Cliche (chapter 2) (standard:other, 942 words) [2/2] show all parts|
|Author: Christina||Added: Feb 14 2007||Views/Reads: 1223/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the second chapter of my story "Inverted Cliche" This story is about the cliches in life. Though not the ones the "preps" and "jocks". This is about the cliches in the "emo" and "goth" groups. Simp|
Chapter Two The next day Alexander and Vivica were walking around the town square with their flavored coffees from one of the local coffee shops. "What's wrong?," Vivica asked, looking worriedly at her friend. "Nothing, just thinking.," he answered, putting on his oh-so-obvious-to-Vivica fake smile. "You know I can tell when you're lieing Alex. What's wrong? Really?" "I want to tell you but, I can't. It'd be way out of line." Vivica pauses for a second, thinking, "How so?," she asks finally. "It'd be putting you on a spot, might hurt, get someone physically hurt, and maybe or, make things really awkward between two people." "Well you've succeeded," she says after a minute, "you have fully confused me." "That's probably a good thing.," he answers quietly. Vivica just lets the subject go...for now. "So hey, you going to that thing at the park tonight?," she asks him. "I don't know, maybe.," he answers, trying to seem happier. "We should meet there." "What about Evan?" "Don't worry, he's not coming." "Why does he hate me so much, do you know?" "No, I don't. Every time I ask him he just says 'You've known him since 1st grade, you should be able to tell by now.', I don't know what he's talking about though. Do you?" "I think I might." "What?" "What we were talking about a minute ago." "About why you were being sad-ish?" "Yeah." "Now I have to know." "It's be better if you didn't." "How do you know?" "Because it has been since 1st grade." "I hate it when guys do this." "Do what?" "Tell me all about something except what the something is." "I'm sorry," he says looking down at the chipping black nail polish on his nails, the dark stoned ring on the finger next to his pinky on his right hand, "I want to so bad. I tried once but I couldn't." "Why not?" "Isaac. Then Evan.,"he said. She didn't really understand but it didn't matter. Her best friend was about to cry. She could tell. She stepped forward and hugged him close to her. She felt him crying, his tears seeping through her shirt, holding his shaking body. It almost broke her heart. Right then and there. They stood like that for a long time, right in the middle of the sidewalk by the coffee shop. She stroked his long hair, whispering, "It's okay. Whatever it is, it'll be okay." Suddenly he looked up, straight into her eyes, "How can you be so nice to such a horrible person?,"he asked. She looked at him in disbelief, "Horrible person? You can't be talking about yourself." "Of course I am. I'm the worst person in the world. I have to be." "How? Why do you think you're such a horrible person?" "Because I am." "How?" "I can't stop hurting people I care about. I can't stop making people feel sorry for me who should hate me." "Like who?" "You." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Why should I hate you?" "You just should." "But why?" "It'd make things a lot easier." "Things like what? How?" He looks her straight in the eyes, "Do you really want to know why Evan hates me?" "Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "Because he knows what you never figured out about me since we've known each other." "Which is...?" "I don't want this to change our friendship. Promise me." "I promise I won't.," she says placing his hand between hers "I could never stand not being your friend." He looks at her for a second before looking down at his shoes, "I've liked you since the 1st grade Viv.," he pauses, "I love you. I always have." All she can do is stand there with her hands in his, looking at him staring at his shoes. After a few minutes she asks, "Are you serious?" He looks up at her, surprised, "Yeah. I thought you would have known." "I never had a clue.," she says, still shocked, "If only I had known before..." "What do you mean?" She drags him around behind the nearest building, which happens to be a music store. "I've liked you forever. I would have told you but I didn't think you liked me like that at all. If only I had known. Things probably owuld have been very different." "I can't believe this." "Yeah, me either.," she agrees. "This absolutely sucks." "How?" "Because you're going out with Evan." "So? I can break up with him. Not saying that I'm going to but I can." "Yeah but if you do and we go out he'll kill me." "If he touches you I'll castrate him." Alexander winces, "ow..." She giggles, "Yeah, I would think so." They fall into silence, looking at each other. Alexander takes a step closer to Vivica, they're only about 6 inches apart now. They both lean in for the inevitable kiss. As their lips meet they both feel about to faint. When they step back from each other they sit down on the sidewalk. "What are we going to do?," Vivica asks him. "I think it's up to you and Evan." "I guess you're right.," she smiles,"I know exactly what I'm going to do." She leans against the back of the building taking hold of Alexander's hand as she goes, pulling him half on top of her. She puts her hand on his tiny waist, typical of "emo" boys that make some girls jealous. He looks at her questioningly as if to ask "are you sure you want to do this?" She pulls him closer in answer. They sit there kissing behind the music store. Tweet
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