I decided to write this story because I write way too many stories from the perspective of gay males. I need to branch out, you know? Right now, I am writing a story from the perspective of a straight male, but I haven't written something from the pov from a female, straight or lez. Well, my zombie story, but as you can probably tell, I really don't like writing from her perspective, and tend to try and write from a third person POV to get away from it, and focus more specifically on Todd, a male. (Who could very much possibly be gay)
I mean, I have put lesbian characters into stories, but never are they the main focus.
So, I challenge myself. A story about a straight female, and a story about a lesbian female.
Each must be at least 10 chapters long.
And the reason I hate writing from girl's pov so much is simple: it's hard for me.
This is the straight female story.
PS: Don't be surprised if there are gay males in each of these stories.
When I woke up that morning, I had no idea that this was going to be the last day in my life when I felt like me, and that it was all down hill from there. I felt normal, and everything around me seemed normal. My younger twin sister, Julie, was acting normal, my parents were acting normal, my older brother, as far as I was aware, was acting normal.
Everything at home was normal.
"Lezlie, we're going to be late!" Julie complained as we sat on the porch, waiting for Jake, my best friend, to show up. He was our ride today, since our parents had to leave early today, and we'd been waiting for him for thirty minutes.
"I can't control the speed at which Jake drives." I told my sister. Me and Julie were identical in appearances, long blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, slender figures. The reason people could tell us apart was because I wore glasses. We were also very similar in personality. Both of us studied hard, got good grades, stayed out of trouble. No smoking, drink, drugs, sex.
In a way, I thought it was kind of sad. Here I was, end of junior year, going into senior, seventeen years old, and I'd tried none of that stuff? I knew for a fact that most of the teens my age had, not including my sister.
But I didn't regret my choices. I figured I'd experience those things later. And I would do it wisely.
Finally Jake's bright pink car screeched into our driveway, burning another mark into the asphalt. From our yard, Nash barked, and I turned and blew him a kiss.
"See you later sweetie!" I called to my beloved German Shepard. I'd raised him since he was a puppy, for twelve years and I loved him very much. I once told him that if he had been born human, or I as a dog, we would have been together. I'd taken his wagging tail as agreement.
Jake rolled down his window, and leaned out, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head, shouting, "Hurry it up, bitch! We're gonna be late!"
"Whose fault is that!?" I asked, slipping into the passenger seat. "You gay homo fag."
Jake covered his eyes again, and shrugged. "Busy morning."
"Doing what? Jerking off?"
He punched me in the stomach hard enough to make me gasp for breath, and I would have done it back, but he was driving now, and that was dangerous. Jake was my gay male counterpart, blond, slender, brown eyes. Whenever me, he, and Julie walked together, people usually thought we were triplets.
"That's right, thinking of you when I was doing it too." he joked, and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, I'm sure."
In the backseat, Julie was reading a book, barely paying attention to us. When I looked at the cover, I was pleased to see it was the book I'd recommended to my sister.
We arrived late, Jake burning another track into the parking lot.
"Do you have to do that every time?" I asked, and Jake nodded and raised his hands to the sky.
"You have to make a dramatic entrance, darling!" he shouted loudly.
Julie spoke up from behind us. "There's nobody here, Jake."
He kept smiling. "You saw, I saw, and she saw. That's all I need."
"Attention whore." I said fondly, and he laughed. Jake had been my best friend since the sixth grade. He'd been, awkwardly enough, my first boyfriend. We'd gone out in the seventh grade, when having a girlfriend or boyfriend felt critical. And even though we'd kissed a few times, we'd never felt that spark with each other. For obvious reasons. I'd been there to help him through him journey of self discovery, which had included tons of dramatic tears, fears, and coming out speeches.
I'd told him that if he wasn't gay, or if I had been born a boy, we would have been together. He had agreed. Which almost made me wish I had been born a boy. At least then I wouldn't be this freaking lonely all the time.
He grabbed my hand and started skipping off to our first period, dragging me along behind him.
"See you during lunch?" I called back to my twin, who was following at a much slower pace.
"No, I'll be with Liam!" she shouted back. Liam was her boyfriend of seven months.
We walked in to our class, earning stares from the teacher and students already there. Still holding my hand, Jake pulled us to our seats, ignoring our teacher, who called after him, "Jake, the sunglasses."
With a dramatic huff and flourished hand gesture, Jake whipped off the sunglasses, throwing them across the room, where they landed on the desk of Seth Cyrus, who looked up from his work long enough to grab the glasses and lobe them back to Jake, who, being a total klutz missed them entirely, where they bounced off a desk and clacked to the floor.
After we were done being lectured, and once we'd started our work, I found myself staring at Seth again. He'd already finished the assignment, and was reading what was probably a script from the school play. He had the lead role, so he was often memorizing his lines. He was so cute. His hair was black, grown to his shoulders, and his eyes were a very pretty green. He was tall, and kind of lanky, but that was fine with me. Nerds were the cutest kind of boy, in my opinion. He liked reading, and drawing, and I'd even seen him snapping pictures a few times.
Probably sensing my stare, he looked up, and our eyes met. I waved shyly, and he smiled and waved back. I was overcome with feelings and looked back at my desk, trying to hide my smile. He was so cute.
From the seat in front of me, Jake was watching, and he made a quiet kissing sound. I responded by kicking him in the leg, and he loudly responded with, "Ow, bitch! What'd you do that for?"
Which of course got everyone staring at us, and the teacher threatening to send him out. When all calmed down again, I looked back to Seth, but he was reading his lines once more.
At lunch, me and Jake were sitting on the stairs, chatting, when Victor started coming up. Victor was a boy I'd never known very well, and only knew by name due to the fact that we'd had a few classes together, and he was a class clown type, very loud and always making others laugh. But apparently Jake knew who he was, because he waved and said, "Hey Vic."
Vic looked up and smiled. "Hey, Jake Whatcha doin?"
"Just chillin on the stairs with my bitch."
Me being the bitch, I guess.
He laughed and said, "I'm on my way to get some science help, so I'll text you later."
"Sure." Jake said, and Vic passed us by. But when he went, I swear I saw him wink at Jake, and Jake winked back, and when he was gone, I turned to Jake accusingly.
"What was that all about?" I asked, and he shrugged and smiled.
"Just some friendly conversation."
"Yeah right! You guys were flirting!"
Jake just smiled again. "Maybe a little."
I punched his shoulder as hard as I could, and he hissed in pain, and, being ever dramatic, pretended to die. When he got back up, I asked, "So, are you guys going to go on a date?"
"Yeah well, you're not gonna ditch me for him, are you?."
He smiled at me. "Jealous?"
I laced our fingers together. "A little." I said. After all, he was my only friend, and even though I was happy for him, I couldn't help but feel lonely just at the thought of him spending time with somebody else.
"Hey, " he said affectionately, and I looked at him. He pressed our foreheads together and whispered, "You will always be my soul mate." He kissed me gently, and I smiled at him.
(No I am not focusing on Jake. All this Jake screen time is important to the story)
When me and Julie get home, Nash is not in the yard, greeting me with a bark, as he usually is. And when I get inside, mom and dad are sitting on the couch, in that serious way they do when somebody has or something.
"Lezy, we have some terrible news." Dad said, and I frowned. Just terrible for me. And Nash wasn't in the front yard.
"What?" I asked warily, and Julie spoke up from beside me.
"Is it Nash?" She'd obviously also noticed that Nash was not where he was usually.
My mother nodded, and she wiped away a little tear. I could feel my throat clogging, and I gulped, trying to clear my airway. They didn't need to say it. I knew.
"How did he..." I started, hoping it was old age, dying peacefully in his sleep, but my mom said, "He...he got out of the yard...and a truck...he was dead instantly, honey."
Julie grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, as I stood there, trying to decide how I should react. I could stop the tears, and suddenly I was crying into my sister's shoulder, thinking of a world without my baby, who'd I'd raised, and loved. It was like losing a brother. A child.
As I was lying in my bed, staring up at ceiling, the spot at my feet feeling empty, my cell phone rang.
"Hello..." I said.
"Hey, wanna go to a party?"
"Jake, I'm too depressed. And since when did we go to parties?"
"Since I got invited by Victor. And why are you depressed?"
"Nash is dead. He was hit by a truck."
Jake gasped into the phone, and it was quiet for a second. Then Jake's voice, soothing and sad, "I'm sorry. I know how much you loved him."
I sighed into the phone, and rolled onto my side, staring at my wall now.
"Maybe you'll feel better if we go to the party..." Jake said quietly, trying to convince, obviously really wanting to go and see Vic. I sighed again, but I guess there wasn't much of a difference if I was depressed alone, or depressed in a group. I would just tell Jake to go without me, but girls never go to parties alone, and besides, he wouldn't anyway. He was loyal like that.
Like Nash was.
"Nash would have wanted you to go." Jake followed with, and I laughed.
"Okay." I said. "Come get me."
I wasn't sure what I would do at the party. The only friend I had was Jake, so it wasn't like I would be able to talk to anybody. The only other people I would talk to was Julie and Seth, but this wasn't either of their scenes, so they wouldn't be here.
Almost as soon as we got there, Jake abanded me, running into the house to find Victor. I stood there on the line, and yawned. I wished I was back at my house, on my bed, Nash at my feet, reading a book. But hey, Jake needed a wingman, and I was the only option.
"I didn't think this kind of place was your scene." said a voice from behind me, and when I turned, I was shocked to see Seth, smiling at me shyly. I blinked, and said, "It's not...I'm here with Jake. There's a guy here he likes."
He nodded, and I said, "So, what are you doing here?"
"Oh. I live next door." he said, nodding at the house next door. I smiled sympathetically.
He laughed. "No, it's fine. You learn to put up with loud music and drunken shouts." He flipped his hair out of his eyes, then coughed into his hand, suddenly looking nervous.
"So, um...do you want to come over to my house? It's just right there, so technically you won't be abandoning Jake. And you know, I just thought you might be more comfortable."
I smiled and nodded without thinking.
"I would love too."
We were in the living room, because nobody was home, as far as I knew. We chatted for a few minutes, asking about grades and what our plans were after graduation, then we were silent.
"Hey!" he suddenly said, perking up. "Do you want to help me practice my lines?"
"Sure!" I said excitedly, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, so we were standing face to face.
"Here's an extra script." he said, seemingly pulling it from midair. I opened to the first page, and for the next thirty minutes we went over his lines, me playing everybody but his character. We were laughing too hard at some points to get the words out, but it was fun. I could feel a connection between us, and I liked it.
Toward the end, I realized there was a kissing scene, and I blushed, suddenly nervous. I'd never kissed anybody but Jake, and that was always just as a loving gesture. I never had to actually put in any skill.
When we reached the kissing scene, we both got silent again, waiting to see what the other would do. Eventually, he coughed into his hand again.
"Do you...do you mind?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"No, uh, it's just for practice." I laughed nervously, and he joined me.
"Yeah, you're right?"
It was silent a minute longer, then he took a step forward and grabbed my hand, just like he was supposed to do. I looked up into his eyes, and he leaned forward slowly and gently pressed our lips together. It was very quick, and only for practice, but I knew he must felt what I felt.
But it ended quickly, and we both pulled away, blushing.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
I picked it up, alarmed by the time indicated in the corner. Had it already been an hour? Time sure had flown.
"Jake? What's up? I thought you'd be busy with Vic." I joked, and I was about to make a dirty joke, but he interrupted.
"Where are you?" he asked, and something sounded wrong. His voice was wobbly, and his words were quick, like he couldn't wait to get them out. It was the first time I'd heard this voice since he'd come out to his parents.
"I'm...next door...at Seth's voice."
"Please..." he said back, "We have to go."
"W-what?" I said, surprised. He'd been so eager to come, and now he wanted to go, when I was having a good time? What had happened.
"Just come on!" he shouted, and his voice was so desperate and pleading that I didn't argue with him.
"O-okay." I said. "I'll be right there." I hung up, and looked at Seth apologetically. "I'm sorry. I have to go."
He shook his head. "No, it's fine. See you later?"
I smiled. "Yeah, for sure."
Then I was out the door, and I instantly spotted Jake. He was coming to meet me, his arms locked across his chest, looking at the ground. When he looked up, I thought I saw tears in his eyes, but I couldn't be sure, because it was dark. He grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me to his car.
"What's going on?" I asked him as we drove. He was staring straight ahead at the road, not blinking. His hands were clenched so tightly on the steering wheel that his knuckles had turned white.
"Nothing." he answered shortly. "I just...I didn't want to be there anymore."
And we drove. I wasn't stupid. I knew something must have happened to him, to make him act this way. I wanted to pressure him about it, but he was obviously sensitive at the moment, so I decided to give him the time he needed.
We pulled up to my house, and this time, he didn't even leave a mark on my driveway, slowly pulling in like a normal person. We sat there for a minute, me waiting to see if he would say what was wrong, but he didn't.
"I guess...I'll see you tomorrow?" I said, and he nodded silently.
I got out, and turned back to say, "Call if you need anything," but before I could get the words out, he had slammed the door shut, and was driving away.
It was all downhill from there.
Most of you probably already now what happened to Jake. Trust me, it's important, I swear.
So, what did you think?
I had more fun then I thought I would!
I hope I can continue this story!