Author: StirFryChick PM
Clichés make me gag, sappy made me want to gouge me eyes out. I don't do cutesy. So why did this guy outside my window quoting Romeo make me want to do nothing more than jump out and hop into his rust bucket carriage? Oh wait, maybe because he's not mine to take.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 13 - Words: 13,875 - Reviews: 55 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 03-26-13 - Published: 09-07-12 - id: 3056562
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(Authors note: Heeeey. So I take forever to write, just warning you. Buuut I like to think its worth the wait. Maybe. Eh, just read the story. More to come soon!)
Chapter 1: Facebook Stalking and Asian Rollerblades
Mary-Sue: The stereotypical character that everyone criticizes, but secretly craves. They're our Edward Cullen or our Katniss Everdeens. They're the ones who have the muscles, the looks, the skills, and get all the fellas, or all the ladies. So that's realistically about 2% of our population. Needless to say, I'm not that 2%. I'm not that Mary-Sue, that Edward, that Katniss. Im not built, not fat, but not perfect. I don't do blonde and make-up, I do black and teal hair and all naturaaaal.
Am I ugly? I don't think so? People don't make fun of my look. Will I be America's Next Top Model? Why no, no I will not. And personally I'm ok with that. I don't need the fake bake, and my ribs are completely comfortable NOT protruding from my body. I love food.
So we've covered that I'm not that Mary-Sue, but I'm 17 and a girl. I do crave that silly thing known as a romance. I criticize those movies with the too easy pairings and the see-through romance plots. Yet I cry during Dear John and The Notebook every time. What can I say; I'm full of contradictions.
I sat on the cushy couch, absent-mindedly running my fingers over the soft velvet. Facebook was open on my laptop screen, my secret kryptonite. No, not the social aspect even, it's the socially acceptable stalking that sparks my fancy. It makes me feel like I'm in the life of these people that I've said 5 words to in my life. Makes me feel incorporated in an otherwise dull, lonely afternoon.
Katie iloveben Rogers is now single
Ben went from In A Relationship to Single
Ooo awkward. Might want to change that name hun. Hmm, so weird. I didn't know Ben or Katie, but it was just sort of a thing, within the senior class at least, that they were the sweetheart couple of the 2013 class. Sheesh, I figured they'd at least make it to graduation. Eh, I guess I was right all along. Those couples don't actually exist. I wonder why they broke up…
Gah! I scanned Katie's profile for any hint of why with no avail. I guess its sort of better she doesn't spill her personal life on Facebook. My finger drifted over to Ben's profile and his was as void as Katie's. I sighed and refreshed my newsfeed. Ben's status was simply "you don't know what you've got til its gone :(" Well I guess that's answers that.
All right, that's enough snooping for one day. I shut the laptop and hopped off the couch. Now what would I do with myself? It was 6 in the afternoon and I had nothing planned. So I snatched my keys off the counter. Passing the mirror by the front door, I gave myself a once over. Jean shorts that were a little big (I call them my mom shorts) and a grey Parkson High tee shirt. That was as fancy as it was going to get. I shoooould probably do something with my everywhere hair. But then I just didn't care that much.
I got into my ultra cool-mobile, also known to some as a minivan. The smell of my dirty shoes and stale french fries permeated the air, smelled like home to me. I inhaled deeply and turn the key. The tiny V4 roared to life, I pulled around the cul de sac, doing 15 mph faster than I needed to, as usual. Rolling down the window, I zipped through my neighborhood then down the main street, no intention of going anywhere in particular.
Mall? No. Dads house? Noooo. Any friends? No...I just drove straight, not quite sure where my designation was.
Before I knew it, I was at the park at the lake. I pulled into park. Wow. I look like the loneliest loner ever. I tucked a book under my arm and spied a good sitting spot by the lake. My flip flops slapped against my heel as I walked towards the bench, admiring the runners on my way there. Exercise...silly people. An asian guy in his mid 40's wobbly skated by. Fall, fall, fall! I walked backwards towards the bench, watching the spectacle of the the man leaning forward and backwards frantically trying to keep his balance.
"Ah, lame." Disappointed in his lack of failure, I plopped on the bench. Well...what I thought was the bench.
My butt collided with more cushion than I expected. When the hard wood failed to contact my booty, I hopped up in alarm.
"Whoa! What the hell is your problem?" A deep male voice shouted at me.
I spun around and came face to face with Ben Rogers. His short dark brown hair looked like he had been running his hands through it. My eyes traveled down to where a shirt should have been. He was literally glistening. He was swimming in the lake earlier...oh goodness.
I shook my head, trying to be clever.
"Uh, whats YOUR problem? I was sitting here and now my butts all wet!" I huffed at him and attempted to size him up, standing on my tippy toes. He tilted his head down, peering at me, one eye brow raised. The corners of his mouth began to turn up. He was amused. And I would not stand for it.
"I was definitely sitting here before you ma'am," he said smugly, crossing his arms over his well built, tanned, toned...wait what? I meant his completely average, I-didnt-even-notice-he-wasnt-wearing-a-shirt chest. I narrowed my eyes, my pride flaring and my defensiveness rising. Ma'am? Really?!
"Well SIR, I do believe no one was sitting there while I was backing up. And for your information, I was too busy watching someone to notice some random butt face sneak up behind me," my voice began to rise and I poked his chest.
He cracked a smile. "You're funny Kane, you're funny," and he stalked off, snatching up his duffle bag.
I stood there alone, my pulse racing. What did I just do? Also, how did he know my last name? I had one class with him last year when we were juniors. I shook my head, forgetting about the encounter and plopped down on the bench.
"Now where did that asian guy go?"