Here's a nice story that I created while in English class
Warning: there are some use of language and other stuff... You have been warned!
I had just finished watching my crush do his amazing piano solo piece. He was one of the few who were making it up because he 'hadn't done so well'. I call bullshit on that. I was watching his fingers fly across the piano with a lot of force and accuracy. Accuracy was key for him. He had already restarted twice and cursed at the end of each because he messed up and then
It was definitely a surprise watching him play beautiful and then say "Fuck!" at the very end. It took us a while to calm down after our explosion of laughter and let him start again.
By the end of the time that we had to redo his performance, he had cursed in two languages and didn't even try to finish the performance. I got so mad at him. He spent so much time practicing and everyone loved him! But he gave it all away! Everyone was pretty mad at him for giving up so easily. I was especially mad at him. It might
have been because I was on my period and I get very bipolar while I have it. All I wanted was for him to like me and we could make out a bit. It'd be beautiful. But, no. That was not the time for that thought.
He got up, sulked to his plate that he had to return, but by that point, I was already getting my lunch and angrily pushing through anything that stood in my way. I got my bag from the café that was near the place he did his redo solo performance.
I saw him walk past me, but I punched him in the arm. Hard. The fork ad knife on his plate rattled as his hand shook from my punch.
"Hey, I almost dropped my plate," he said without much anger. I crossed my arms and continued to walk with him.
"I know," I said, "But you didn't. You know, you were really good." He looked down. I sighed.
"How do I explain this?" he was still looking down, "Hey! I'm still talking to you!"
He looked down to me, him being really tall, "Yes?" he asked without much enthusiasm. I sighed again, exasperated.
"The plate," we both looked at it, "It would have dropped, right? Well, what do you do when it drops?"
"Pick it up," he said quietly and in a confused manner.
"Exactly. You. Pick. It. Up. And you keep walking," I said, I wasn't sure where I was going with this, but I came up with something, "It's a metaphor," This caused him to stop.
"People!" I shouted, causing no heads to turn, not like there ever were anybody, "I have created the best metaphor in the history of metaphors! I introduce to you; a plate!" I pointed out the said plate.
"Uh," he looked really confused. I sighed for the third time.
"It's like your piano playing. You mess up or you forget, you just keep going. If the plate falls, you pick it up and ignore what happened. You just keep playing. No one will know that you messed up, if you just keep going. Do you see the reoccurring moral here?" I asked him sarcastically.
"Whatever," he said to the floor and left. I fumed. Fine. If that's how he was going to act, fine by me. I'll get my revenge.
By the end of the day, I knew exactly what I should do to get my so-called 'revenge'. We lived in the same complex, so it was perfect.
I caught him walking home and lucky for him (and me) we were alone. There were a lot of cars going by, but not a single person from our school was walking with him. Thank goodness for that!
"Hey!" I shouted at him. He turned around and stopped. We were pretty close to the entrance of the section that I lived at.
"Yeah?" he asked. I could tell he was still annoyed about the whole piano thing.
"I wanted to tell you something," I said. He looked at me with a questioning stare.
"What?" he asked. I motioned him to get closer. He was pretty tall.
He leaned down to my height and I grinned to myself. I kissed him on the cheek.
"That's for being an idiot," I walked away with him standing there looking at me like I just told him thta he failed grade 10.
"Wh-wh-wha-?" I could here him stutter. I looked behind me and still saw him standing there. He eyebrows were pointed down and it looked like he was thinking about something. I sighed and walked back up to him.
"C'mon. You have to move," I pulled his arm, but for being really tall, he was very hard to move.
"Wait," he said, clearly still thinking. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. But come here," I motioned him closer.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I need to tell you a secret. I swear," I said, still grinning. He got down to my height again.
"I really like you," he looked at me like I'd slapped him in the face. That really made me feel bad because, well, I liked the guy. I rolled my eyes again and as he looked at me, I kissed him. This time, on the lips.
I loved the way he kissed. It was like he was a natural. All of a sudden, a lot of questions flew threw my mind.
How did my breath taste? Was I a good kisser? Is anyone watching? Is this his first kiss?
I, of course, didn't say any of this. I was too busy kissing him. It was interesting though, the kiss lasted longer than I thought. I expected him to pull back immediately or within a couple of seconds. But, no. He kept kissing me. It. Was. Wonderful.
It was the best thing that I've ever wanted. The only thing I've ever wanted. Nothing else in the world matter. Eventually, all the question left my mind. Nothing was more important than what I felt about him right now. I knew that I like him. He was the only guy that I had liked for more than a couple of months. And I knew that even though there was no way I could be his girlfriend, I had finally kissed a guy.
After an eternity, we finally broke apart.
"Wow," was the first thing he said.
"Yeah," I said. I looked at the ground, unsure of what to do next.
"So," he said, dragging it on, "You like me, don't you?" I rolled my eyes, he was just making it worse.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Well, that's a relief," I looked up to him, "I like you, too."
I smiled. Things were going according to plan.
"Really?" I asked him, making sure he was serious.
"Yeah, you don't just kiss a girl and be like, eh, I hate you. No, I like you. I really like you. You know why? Because you have guts," I smiled again at him, "I could never do that to the girl I like, you're smart enough, and gutsy enough, to go after the boy you like. So I like you."
"Well," I said after his long speech, "That's a relief, or this whole kiss would be very awkward."
I smiled again and we went hand-in-hand back home.
"Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn!" I shook my head.
"Yes?" I asked. I looked around, everyone was staring at me.
"Well?" my teacher asked me
"Uh," I said, "What was the question?" Everyone irrupted into laughter.
"What is the poetic device used in the 4th line?" my teacher forced out. I quickly looked at my paper.
"Um, alliteration," I said. He sighed and called on someone else.
Everything was just in my head. My imagination can sometimes get the better of my and develop one little event into nothing more than a fantasy.
Unfortunately, this is not a true story. The first, like two paragraphs are true, but then I started day-dreaming in my english class and voila! This story was created! It's basically what I would have liked to happen, though it could never happen. Ever. :D
Hope you liked it anyways~ Please review~