Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 4

As I sat there reminiscing about my past and the tragedies that I have endured, I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Monica’s voice calling for me from our living room.

“Savanah,” with the nuiscance sound of a giggle.

“Yes?”, I reluctantly replied.

“Will you come out here for a second, there is someone I would like you to meet.”

With my insides churning, I hesitantly put down my old rugged guitar nervously held in my grasp. I open my bedroom door and appear next to Monica.

“Hello,” I muster up shyly.

“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I have heard so much about you.” the guy with the boyish face said with a smile, reaching out his hand toward me.

“Why yes” I replied simply. My hands are starting to tremble. Sending out a return handshake was all I could do.

By now Monica is stroking his wavy brown hair and standing close to him and all the while with her hand placed upon his muscular back.

“My name is Jet” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply.

I withdraw my hand from the strength of his hand, and stand their numbly.

In a quick moment of silence, I excuse myself and head back towards our kitchen. I begin to fumble around for a glass and pour myself some water from the kitchen sink. Sipping it silently, Monica begins in a loud voice,

“Jet and I met a few weeks ago and I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two sooner! He just moved here from California.”

Raising my eyebrows and holding onto what little emotion I had left, I managed to squeeze out,

“That’s nice!,” as I head toward my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.

Frustrated and now confused, I am overwhelmed with a sense of madness. “A few weeks?, “ I mutter underneath my breath.

I put my headphones on and tune into whats playing on my favorite Pandora station, Queen! The song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust.’ Ha! Ha! Coincidence, perhaps, I do not care at this point. Shedding my clothes and crawling into my bed, I flip my hair back, and begin to squeeze my pillow. A tear manages to trickle down my face. I close my eyes, and has the sound of soft giggles fill the room once more, my mind drifts off to another place in time.

Sitting by the fire light wrapped in his arms, now seems annoying. How could I have been convinced to share myself with a guy like that? I never saw Monica in the crowd. Quite honestly, I didn’t really see anyone but us. The way he spoke to me and caressed my hair, pulling it away from my green eyes. I never had anyone touch me like he did. I never really had anyone to even speak of since my last fling, over a year ago.

Most girls want to find someone to hang onto. I never did. I guess hearing my brothers joke and laugh about the women that they had, made me realize that boys are just that, boys. I never really experienced much love between my parents either. My mother always seemed so damn cold, even when my dad would come home from long hunting trips. I had nothing to compare love to only heartbreak songs that would play out on my old truck radio. I could never really find a good signal to play my phone anywhere out on the road. This small town is surrounded by cornfields and hills leading towards a large group of trees that fill the outskirts of the countryside. Plenty of good hunting grounds if you ask me.

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Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 2

I am awakened by the sound of small giggles and the stumbling around in the living room. “Ah geeze, it must be Monica, my roommate bringing home yet another hot date of hers!” Sigh. I guess some people are just lucky or stupid. I hear her bedroom door shut, and more sounds of laughter, that quickly fade into the sounds of obvious love making. I do not want to hear this right now, so I cover my ears and try to fall asleep once more.

The suns light shining through my windows and the sounds of birds chirping awaken me. I look over and its half past eleven. I do not want to move, for the bed has found some sort of comfort to my withering soul but my stomach is yearning for some food. Ugh! Flipping the covers off of me, I wrestle my feet to the floor. If I must, I guess breakfast will be on the making.

The smell of crisp brown bacon now lingers in the air. Bacon has become one of my favorites for a while now. Sucking down the last of the orange juice I am startled by the sound of Monica’s bedroom door opening, and in appears no other than the guy with the boyish face. What the hell? Was I not enough?

One look at me and his boyish face quickly fades away, following him is Monica with her dark coal black hair all a mess. His t-shirt adorns her physically fit vibrant body. I am so taken back by all this that I stand up and push my chair in forcefully. One quick hush with his finger placed over his lips and I walk back into my bedroom. I can not believe this. No wonder why he didn’t call.

I hear the sound of his voice and more annoying laughter coming from the kitchen. As I stand their peeking through my half cracked door, I see the both of them with Monica sitting on his lap on the kitchen chair. I can not believe what is happening right now. I never saw Monica at the party out in the woods where him and I found ourselves earlier in the night.

I slam my shaky body back onto my bed disgusted with the whole situation. Shall I just wait here until he leaves? Should I dare tell Monica what we did? No, I must not! Let her find out the hard way just how he is! Typical, just typical, men!

I must have fallen back to sleep, when I heard the sound of a car driving away which awoke me. Peeking through my curtains I see the both of them together driving down our long driveway and disappearing past the tall surrounding trees. I sit at the edge of my bed, alone once more.

I grab some clean fresh clothes and head into the shower. Grabbing the soap I wash the scent of him away! Scrubbing forcefully with tears streaming down my face, I grab onto the shower walls and embrace them. Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase the night! Oh what I wouldn’t give to erase me! Such a hollow feeling of who I am only brings on more hatred for what I have become.

Another secret left to hold inside my mind. Another friend that I must not betray! Perhaps for her too it is just another fling! Perhaps we both will never see him again after this day! My thoughts continue to race, there is no stopping them.

Evening sets in as I flip the channels on the tv remote. I can not recall watching a single thing. I began to laugh at myself for taking this situation too seriously. It is nothing, perhaps this happens all the time! My laughter quickly ends as I hear the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. One look out through the window and I see the both of them again in Monica’s car.

I fade away into my bedroom once more, closing the door behind me.

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