Part 3:
Brian walked into his room and dumped his backpack on the floor. He walked over to his computer and turned it on. He logged into AIM and looked at who was online. No one. Wonderful. He logged onto his email instead and checked his new mail. None. More wonderful. He hit compose mail, and typed in Amy's email. He had memorized it a while ago. He sat there, wondering what to say. What could he say?
"Brian! Dinner!" His mom called down the hall. Sighing, Brian closed the email. There was nothing to say anyway. He trudged down the hall to the dinner table, where his mom, dad, and younger brother were sitting. He sat down and looked at the table. Corn. Ribs. Mashed potatoes.
Nothing special. He waited for everyone else to take their food before he took. He wasn't hungry anyway.
"So at work today my boss said he was thinking of giving me a promotion, to a higher bank. How good would that be?" His dad was saying to the table. Brian didn't care. His younger brother, Derrik, who was only 10, looked up, and then looked back at his food. His mom nodded. Brian started toning it all out as he picked at his dinner.
"Brian, did you have a good day at school?" His mom asked him. He looked up.
"Yea." He replied.
"Did anything exciting happen?" She asked.
I was stupid and yesterday I broke up with the girl who asked me out, and who I also have a huge crush on. And did I mention that she's really sad about it? And I am too? "No, not really.
We didn't do a lab today, so it was just a normal day." Brian said. His mom nodded. Derrik looked up, and looked at Brian. Brian turned back to his dinner.
After dinner, he went back to his room. Derrik followed him. Brian ignored him and went to sit at his computer, staring out the window, where clouds were gathering in the evening sky,
"Something happened in school today." Derrik said. Brian looked at him.
"What was it?" Brian asked, faking interest.
"Not to me. To you." He said. Brian frowned. "You didn't sound right when you told Mom about school." He explained. Brian sighed.
And told him everything.
Something inside him clicked that he was telling his 10 year old brother about his crazy high school sophmore drama. He was only 10, and Brian was 15. How would he even understand? But Brian just spilled it all out. When he was done, Derrik just nodded, and left.
Figures, Brian thought. That's what you get for spilling your guts to a 10 year old. Brian turned back to look out the window. The sky was black with heavy clouds. In the distance, he saw a streak of lightning fly out of the cloud-ridden sky.
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Amy sat on her windowsill, staring out the window at the sky. Clouds were quickly covering the bruised blue evening sky. She got up and went over to her computer and signed onto AIM. The only person who was online was Brian. She signed back off. She logged into her email and checked her mail. She opened the one from Chelsea.
From: ChelseaB@aol.com
To: Amy_Millers_159@gmail.com
Subject: Hi!
Hey, Amy! I just wanted to say that I'll find out why Brian dumped you, don't worry. It might take a bit, but I'll get it. By the way, did you see me and Seth in gym? We were totally awesome! What was up with you and Brian, you both kept missing the football! And that is not like you, you are awesome at football. Get it together. Don't worry, we'll work out this Brian thing. Or you could get over him. How great would that be! But you can't go out with Seth. He's mine!
Talk later! I'll call you!
Chelsea
Amy looked over the message quickly. She didn't care. And that part about getting over Brian hurt. Right now, she just didn't care. She closed the message and looked out the window. The sky was dark, filled with clouds. She sat on her windowsill again, looking out into the night. She hugged a pillow to her chest. She closed her eyes, resting her head on the window. She heard, as if from far away, the unmistakable sound of thunder.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thunder: Part 2
Here it is.
Part 2:
"So, like, I walked over to Brian, and then Seth came over! Like, he's so cute! I don't know how I never noticed that before!" Chelsea babbled on as they were changing in the locker rooms for Gym. Amy sighed.
"Did you figure out why Brian dumped me?" She asked dejectedly. Chelsea turned to look at Amy.
"No, he wouldn't answer." She said softly. Amy nodded sadly, and closed her locker. Chelsea followed suite, and then continued to talk about Seth. Amy started to ignore her friends chatter, toning it out. She wouldn't have minded, but Chelsea's obsession with Brian's best friend, so soon after she had been "dumped," hurt. She numbly walked out into the gym, and sat on her spot, far enough from Chelsea for her to have to stop her monologue. She sat there, face forwards, not looking back. She couldn't look behind her.
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Brian dragged himself into the gym, exhausted by Seth's obsession with Chelsea. Could he have waited a week? He slumped down into his spot, at the back of the first row. He looked forwards, looking up, and he drew in a sudden breath. It was Amy, walking into the gym with a dejected expression on her face. She dropped into her spot, in the front of her row, and sat stiffly, not looking back. Of course. If she turned around she would see him. He sighed, letting out the breath he had unconsciously held in. He stared at the back of her head sadly. Her long, straight brown hair lay smooth on her back.
Suddenly, as if she had caught him looking at her, she turned around. Their eyes met, and for a moment Brian could see all the pain he had caused her, all in her eyes, in her expression. And then her expression changed, as if she could see the pain in his own eyes. She looked surprised, and then even sadder than before. Her face had a reproachful look on it, and then she turned her back on him. He looked at the back of her head, pain in his eyes.
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Why had she done that, Amy scoffed at herself, sitting, knees to her chest. She knew that turning around could only hurt her, but she had done it anyway. But what she had seen bothered her.
WEEEEEEEE. The gym teachers whistle burst into her thoughts.
"Groups of two, passing a football back and forth." The gym teacher said bossily. Amy sighed and looked for Chelsea. She then noticed her best friend was walking towards Seth. Amy sighed again and looked around. Soon, everyone had a partner, except for Amy. And Brian. She silently walked over to Brian and caught the football lobbed at her by the teacher. She turned to Brian.
"Lets get this over with." She muttered. He nodded silently, and moved back a few feet. Amy walked backwards for a bit, and then threw the football. He caught it easily and threw it back. Amy jumped for it and missed. As she ran after it, she closed off her eyes. She left them open, but guarded the emotions within them. Brian couldn't see the pain he had caused her, not again. Because it was all his fault anyway. He shouldn't have to see it to know.
When she retrieved the ball and threw it back at him, he looked at her, carefully. She kept her eyes carefully blocked, and looked away from his face, towards the football flying through the air. But even ask she watched the football, she saw his expression. His eyes, so green, looked sad. He looked up too late, missing the football. He ran after it. Hard as she tried not to notice, Amy saw the way his brown bangs split down the middle as he ran, the way he ran. She sighed silently. Why did he look so sad, when he had been the one who dumped her? Amy couldn't make any sense of it. Instead, she pushed it to the back of her mind, and tried to focus on the task at hand -- keeping her pain hidden from Brian.
Part 2:
"So, like, I walked over to Brian, and then Seth came over! Like, he's so cute! I don't know how I never noticed that before!" Chelsea babbled on as they were changing in the locker rooms for Gym. Amy sighed.
"Did you figure out why Brian dumped me?" She asked dejectedly. Chelsea turned to look at Amy.
"No, he wouldn't answer." She said softly. Amy nodded sadly, and closed her locker. Chelsea followed suite, and then continued to talk about Seth. Amy started to ignore her friends chatter, toning it out. She wouldn't have minded, but Chelsea's obsession with Brian's best friend, so soon after she had been "dumped," hurt. She numbly walked out into the gym, and sat on her spot, far enough from Chelsea for her to have to stop her monologue. She sat there, face forwards, not looking back. She couldn't look behind her.
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Brian dragged himself into the gym, exhausted by Seth's obsession with Chelsea. Could he have waited a week? He slumped down into his spot, at the back of the first row. He looked forwards, looking up, and he drew in a sudden breath. It was Amy, walking into the gym with a dejected expression on her face. She dropped into her spot, in the front of her row, and sat stiffly, not looking back. Of course. If she turned around she would see him. He sighed, letting out the breath he had unconsciously held in. He stared at the back of her head sadly. Her long, straight brown hair lay smooth on her back.
Suddenly, as if she had caught him looking at her, she turned around. Their eyes met, and for a moment Brian could see all the pain he had caused her, all in her eyes, in her expression. And then her expression changed, as if she could see the pain in his own eyes. She looked surprised, and then even sadder than before. Her face had a reproachful look on it, and then she turned her back on him. He looked at the back of her head, pain in his eyes.
---
Why had she done that, Amy scoffed at herself, sitting, knees to her chest. She knew that turning around could only hurt her, but she had done it anyway. But what she had seen bothered her.
WEEEEEEEE. The gym teachers whistle burst into her thoughts.
"Groups of two, passing a football back and forth." The gym teacher said bossily. Amy sighed and looked for Chelsea. She then noticed her best friend was walking towards Seth. Amy sighed again and looked around. Soon, everyone had a partner, except for Amy. And Brian. She silently walked over to Brian and caught the football lobbed at her by the teacher. She turned to Brian.
"Lets get this over with." She muttered. He nodded silently, and moved back a few feet. Amy walked backwards for a bit, and then threw the football. He caught it easily and threw it back. Amy jumped for it and missed. As she ran after it, she closed off her eyes. She left them open, but guarded the emotions within them. Brian couldn't see the pain he had caused her, not again. Because it was all his fault anyway. He shouldn't have to see it to know.
When she retrieved the ball and threw it back at him, he looked at her, carefully. She kept her eyes carefully blocked, and looked away from his face, towards the football flying through the air. But even ask she watched the football, she saw his expression. His eyes, so green, looked sad. He looked up too late, missing the football. He ran after it. Hard as she tried not to notice, Amy saw the way his brown bangs split down the middle as he ran, the way he ran. She sighed silently. Why did he look so sad, when he had been the one who dumped her? Amy couldn't make any sense of it. Instead, she pushed it to the back of her mind, and tried to focus on the task at hand -- keeping her pain hidden from Brian.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thunder: Part 1
Here comes part 1. Are you excited yet?
Part One
"Brian, what the heck is wrong with you? You've been staring at the same page for minutes, and you are READING, NOT playing basketball with your friends. What is with you?" Seth Darren said irritably. Brian Holdbar looked up from the same three words on the page that he had been staring at for ages, thinking he hadn't heard Seth right.
"What?" Brian said, lost in thought.
"That's what I mean. What, did your girlfriend break up with you?" Seth teased him, fully well knowing Brian didn't have one.
"How'd you guess?" Brian said dejectedly. He put the book aside.
"What? When did you get a girlfriend?" Seth asked. He walked over to Brian, dribbling the basketball. "Who asked you, since I doubt you'll ever get enough courage to ask someone."
"Amy." Brian responded. He looked up at Seth. "She asked me."
"Then why would she dump you? What happened." Seth asked, sitting down next to Brian.
"She asked me out yesterday, and we had lunch, and everyone noticed us sitting together, and walking together..." Brian shuddered. He hated attention. "So yesterday I ended it, I gave her a note explaining it, so no one would be staring...."
"That is the stupidest thing I ever heard." Seth said bluntly. Brian looked at him, annoyed.
"If you like her, and I can tell you do, then why do you care that people notice?" Brian shook his head at Seth.
"You don't get it, do you." Brian said. He stood up, grabbed his stuff, and left the basketball court outside the school, went inside school, and made his way to where his first period class was, and waited for the bell. He sat on the side of the hallway near the door. As the hallway slowly became more crowded, Brian saw Amy pushing her way through the crowd to her first class. Her eyes met his, for a moment. She turned away briskly and walked down the hall. Brian saw her brush a tear away from her eye as she walked away.
---
Amy sat down on the grass in the park behind the school building. She took out her lunch and sat there with it in her hands. She put it back in its bag and placed it beside her, and she put her head in her hands.
"Whats wrong, Amy?" It was Chelsea Ballie, Amy's best friend. "Are you okay, and why are't you with Brian? Didn't you ask him out, and didn't he say yes?" Amy sighed.
"He broke up with me, Chelsea. He gave me a note yesterday afternoon. Why, Chelsea, why?" Amy moaned. Chelsea sat down besides her. She made no attempt to say anything, she just patted her shoulder. Amy sat there, her head in her hands, and she cried. She quickly stifled the sobs, and wiped away her tears. "And I can't stop crying." She said sadly. Chelsea nodded silently. They sat there in silence for a moment, and then Chelsea spoke.
"Why?" She asked softly. Amy knew what she was asking about, but she asked, to make sure.
"Why did he break up with me?" Amy sighed as Chelsea nodded. "I don't know. I just don't know. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" She asked, almost desperately.
"Of course not. Listen, I'll ask Brian why and I'll tell you later, okay?" Chelsea asked. Amy just nodded. She stared at her lunch, to sad to eat it. She put all her energy into not crying, and into looking calm. But she knew that would only last as long as she didn't see Brian, and didn't think about him. She shoved the thought of him to the back of her head and tried to eat her lunch. In truth, though, that was easier said than done.
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"Brian." It was a girl. Brian could tell that much without looking up from his lunch. He ignored her, pretending he hadn't heard.
"Brian!" There it was again, more insistent. Sighing, Brian turned around. It was that girl, who was Amy's best friend. What was her name again?
"Brian, it's me, Chelsea. You know, from Math class? Amy's best friend?" She clarified. Just then, Seth came over. He looked between Brian and Chelsea, and assessed the situation.
"Yea, okay. Hi." Brian said to Chelsea. She had turned away from him, though, and was looking at Seth.
"Hi!" She said. Seth grinned.
"Hey, Chelsea." He said. She grinned back. Brian looked between them.
"You two know each other?" He asked stupidly. It was obvious they knew each other.
"Yea, we're lab partners." Seth said.
"Yea." Chelsea said absentmindedly. She had turned back to Brian. "I have a question." She said. He sighed.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Why did you break up with Amy?" She asked bluntly. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm not answering that." He said crisply. Chelsea frowned.
"Fine." She said, just as crisply, and she turned and walked away. Seth rolled his eyes at Brian.
"Why didn't you just tell her?" He asked, annoyed. He probably had wanted to talk to Chelsea more, Brian noted, annoyed at his friend.
"Because then she would tell Amy." Brian replied. He turned away from his best friend and walked away, head down. No one would understand.
Part One
"Brian, what the heck is wrong with you? You've been staring at the same page for minutes, and you are READING, NOT playing basketball with your friends. What is with you?" Seth Darren said irritably. Brian Holdbar looked up from the same three words on the page that he had been staring at for ages, thinking he hadn't heard Seth right.
"What?" Brian said, lost in thought.
"That's what I mean. What, did your girlfriend break up with you?" Seth teased him, fully well knowing Brian didn't have one.
"How'd you guess?" Brian said dejectedly. He put the book aside.
"What? When did you get a girlfriend?" Seth asked. He walked over to Brian, dribbling the basketball. "Who asked you, since I doubt you'll ever get enough courage to ask someone."
"Amy." Brian responded. He looked up at Seth. "She asked me."
"Then why would she dump you? What happened." Seth asked, sitting down next to Brian.
"She asked me out yesterday, and we had lunch, and everyone noticed us sitting together, and walking together..." Brian shuddered. He hated attention. "So yesterday I ended it, I gave her a note explaining it, so no one would be staring...."
"That is the stupidest thing I ever heard." Seth said bluntly. Brian looked at him, annoyed.
"If you like her, and I can tell you do, then why do you care that people notice?" Brian shook his head at Seth.
"You don't get it, do you." Brian said. He stood up, grabbed his stuff, and left the basketball court outside the school, went inside school, and made his way to where his first period class was, and waited for the bell. He sat on the side of the hallway near the door. As the hallway slowly became more crowded, Brian saw Amy pushing her way through the crowd to her first class. Her eyes met his, for a moment. She turned away briskly and walked down the hall. Brian saw her brush a tear away from her eye as she walked away.
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Amy sat down on the grass in the park behind the school building. She took out her lunch and sat there with it in her hands. She put it back in its bag and placed it beside her, and she put her head in her hands.
"Whats wrong, Amy?" It was Chelsea Ballie, Amy's best friend. "Are you okay, and why are't you with Brian? Didn't you ask him out, and didn't he say yes?" Amy sighed.
"He broke up with me, Chelsea. He gave me a note yesterday afternoon. Why, Chelsea, why?" Amy moaned. Chelsea sat down besides her. She made no attempt to say anything, she just patted her shoulder. Amy sat there, her head in her hands, and she cried. She quickly stifled the sobs, and wiped away her tears. "And I can't stop crying." She said sadly. Chelsea nodded silently. They sat there in silence for a moment, and then Chelsea spoke.
"Why?" She asked softly. Amy knew what she was asking about, but she asked, to make sure.
"Why did he break up with me?" Amy sighed as Chelsea nodded. "I don't know. I just don't know. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" She asked, almost desperately.
"Of course not. Listen, I'll ask Brian why and I'll tell you later, okay?" Chelsea asked. Amy just nodded. She stared at her lunch, to sad to eat it. She put all her energy into not crying, and into looking calm. But she knew that would only last as long as she didn't see Brian, and didn't think about him. She shoved the thought of him to the back of her head and tried to eat her lunch. In truth, though, that was easier said than done.
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"Brian." It was a girl. Brian could tell that much without looking up from his lunch. He ignored her, pretending he hadn't heard.
"Brian!" There it was again, more insistent. Sighing, Brian turned around. It was that girl, who was Amy's best friend. What was her name again?
"Brian, it's me, Chelsea. You know, from Math class? Amy's best friend?" She clarified. Just then, Seth came over. He looked between Brian and Chelsea, and assessed the situation.
"Yea, okay. Hi." Brian said to Chelsea. She had turned away from him, though, and was looking at Seth.
"Hi!" She said. Seth grinned.
"Hey, Chelsea." He said. She grinned back. Brian looked between them.
"You two know each other?" He asked stupidly. It was obvious they knew each other.
"Yea, we're lab partners." Seth said.
"Yea." Chelsea said absentmindedly. She had turned back to Brian. "I have a question." She said. He sighed.
"Yes?" He replied.
"Why did you break up with Amy?" She asked bluntly. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm not answering that." He said crisply. Chelsea frowned.
"Fine." She said, just as crisply, and she turned and walked away. Seth rolled his eyes at Brian.
"Why didn't you just tell her?" He asked, annoyed. He probably had wanted to talk to Chelsea more, Brian noted, annoyed at his friend.
"Because then she would tell Amy." Brian replied. He turned away from his best friend and walked away, head down. No one would understand.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thunder: Prologue
Well, it was thundering outside yesterday, but that's also the title of this story. It might actually be finished this summer. Here comes the prologue.
Oh, and its a pretty typical love story, but that doesn't mean it isn't still good! =)
Thunder
Prologue
Amy Millers sat on the seat beneath her window, letting the wind sweep through her loose hair. A few stars glistened overhead, while dark rain clouds threatened to take over them. She sighed. I can't delay it any longer, can I, she thought. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out the slip of paper. Brian had slipped it to her at the end of the day. He had looked at her sorrowfully as he had slipped the paper into her hand, and then he had murmured "sorry" as he walked away. Amy had thought she knew what this was about. She opened the note, almost leaning out her open window. Her hair blew around her face as she slowly unfolded the note that she had delayed opening until now. She unfolded it once, and then again, and she flattened it in her hand. She sighed, and then looked down at the note. The little light from her room and the streetlamps on the street below lit the night enough for her to read the few lines Brian had written to her.
As she read the lines, over and over again, the few stars in the sky blackened out from the clouds, and it began to lightly rain. As she read, a few tears slipped from her eyes to join the raindrops falling from the sky. The note got wetter and wetter, from raindrop after raindrop, tear after tear. Soon, it followed the rain down to the ground, and it buried itself in a puddle on the ground. Amy pulled herself inside her room, closed the window, curled up on her bed, and cried.
Oh, and its a pretty typical love story, but that doesn't mean it isn't still good! =)
Thunder
Prologue
Amy Millers sat on the seat beneath her window, letting the wind sweep through her loose hair. A few stars glistened overhead, while dark rain clouds threatened to take over them. She sighed. I can't delay it any longer, can I, she thought. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out the slip of paper. Brian had slipped it to her at the end of the day. He had looked at her sorrowfully as he had slipped the paper into her hand, and then he had murmured "sorry" as he walked away. Amy had thought she knew what this was about. She opened the note, almost leaning out her open window. Her hair blew around her face as she slowly unfolded the note that she had delayed opening until now. She unfolded it once, and then again, and she flattened it in her hand. She sighed, and then looked down at the note. The little light from her room and the streetlamps on the street below lit the night enough for her to read the few lines Brian had written to her.
As she read the lines, over and over again, the few stars in the sky blackened out from the clouds, and it began to lightly rain. As she read, a few tears slipped from her eyes to join the raindrops falling from the sky. The note got wetter and wetter, from raindrop after raindrop, tear after tear. Soon, it followed the rain down to the ground, and it buried itself in a puddle on the ground. Amy pulled herself inside her room, closed the window, curled up on her bed, and cried.
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