True Story
So I would've posted. If it were not for the fact that I couldn't get into my dang blogger account for the past month. Man, I was so choked. Well anyways...I wanna post this thing I just wrote. So I'm gunna post that. I would also enjoy making more future posts, but only if I know ya'll are out there reading! AKA, hit me up with the comments...my last exam is next Friday, so you can expect much writing to ensue...
The quiet night was shattered by a few teenage voices, caressing the late hours with their sober thoughts and mixed up morals. Well, not all were sober. The two boys, Kaii and Luke, remained in their slight fog of alcohol, while Mellissa and Bethany let their sober thoughts become mangled by exhaustion and fumes. Perfect suburban moms lay sleeping next to their 9-5 husbands, and children lay tight with their teddy bears, not a melodramatic thought keeping them from sleep. The odd couples met early in the evening, two being more aware of themselves, the others a little less. It was a mix of sprinklers, bottle spinning, chases, and tripping. Somehow it'd wandered over to Kaii's house where a can lay the cradle to sheesha. In between patio parties lay, legally. Unlike the meer children who'd attempted so earnestly to be on the patio. Near the lake a position of closeness was taken on by three of the four, not due to the late temptations mind you, but the chill. Going up the stairs Beth had lost her senses, they'd dribbled out all night along the pathways, the fields, in the bottles, and through the smoke. Now though they were AWOL. One foot dangled on the rotting edge of an old stair as she rolled her eyes towards the sky. Stars twinkled beneath their black blanket, the moon remaining their night light, all these dispersed among the curls settling on her eyes. Trees stood guarding the night shadows of their secrecy, and mysterious noises echoed around the swingset ahead, running past the teeter-totters, and landing on the abandonded street. Slipping, slipping, slipping. Slowly Bethany lost her balance, blissfully unaware because the sky was beautiful, the moment so full, and what else mattered, really?
Luke eyed her with care and questioned her state, with an arm smoothly and quickly wrapped around her waste. Perhaps it was an excuse, and maybe it was a guardian instinct, either way Beth wished he would just stay like that. Maybe she shouldn't have...maybe she should've thought of her boyfriend and how he'd feel. In the end though her heart strings played a sad song of defeat in that area...defeated by her boyfriend's lies and uses. So she let Luke hold her, and Luke held her like a child figuring out a broken toy. His hand lightly slid off reaching the dewy green, and she spun in circles, happy to be lost in her thoughts, the laughing of Kaii, the observations of Mellissa...the stare of Luke. Night sky always has a draw though, and she fell into it. Well, her eyes fell into it as she fell into the grass. It poked into her skin and let the cold seep through her jeans, leaving little chills to run up and down her spine. Some think imagination, innocence, simplicity, is lost with double digits. Beth liked proving theories wrong though, and in the instant that Luke collapsed next to her for the pure enjoyment of natural light she knew she had. Nagging voices of the more mature ones pulled her up, and they got a few feet closer to real blankets and a warm bedtime of adventure hangovers. Somehow Bethany couldn't do it...she couldn't just let the night end. Old friends, new friends, best friends. No boy on her side that she was locked to, locked with a rusting chain that restrained and scratched and repressed.
For the umpteenth time she sat down near a tree, slowly lay back and breathed in the cold night air. This time though, the others were convinced by her captivation to try. On her right Kaii lay, on Kaii's right Mellissa lay, and Luke found a spot next to her. Legs made pretzel patterns in defence to the freezing green needles beneath. Arms linked. On her left though, there was different tension. An interesting link. Beth's few fingers were cradled by Luke's, he drew her in and made her feel like a girl. Like a pretty, lovable girl. A little wind blew past their bodies all sprawled on the suburban lawn. Rolling tires sung in the distance, each of them had their own soundtrack for the moment, and it was all so simply magnificent. Simple. It was what had made it all so beautiful. None of them cared for the consequences of tomorrow, none of them wanted it to draw into the next sunrise...yet they didn't want to allow that sunrise an entry permit. Who has a say in time, who has control over the best and worst moment ratios?
Laughter is what comes when one's mind has lost it's abilities, and the moment seems too full to say anything else, to breathe too deeply, to move a single appendage. Bethany let it flow, with every word uttered by her friends, with each pull toward Luke, with each shooting star she giggled. She let go of the lock that was always there, she allowed herself the right to be herself, she allowed the night to exist, to appreciate it, and not beg time. Moments passed and responsibilites came to mind. Wake up calls were thought of, and the walks home started a magnetic pull in their feet. And Luke held Beth because the night was beautiful, it was quiet, they were mixed up, she felt lovely, and the simplicity of their complexities was so captivating it compelled the senses to draw it all into one single embrace.
The quiet night was shattered by a few teenage voices, caressing the late hours with their sober thoughts and mixed up morals. Well, not all were sober. The two boys, Kaii and Luke, remained in their slight fog of alcohol, while Mellissa and Bethany let their sober thoughts become mangled by exhaustion and fumes. Perfect suburban moms lay sleeping next to their 9-5 husbands, and children lay tight with their teddy bears, not a melodramatic thought keeping them from sleep. The odd couples met early in the evening, two being more aware of themselves, the others a little less. It was a mix of sprinklers, bottle spinning, chases, and tripping. Somehow it'd wandered over to Kaii's house where a can lay the cradle to sheesha. In between patio parties lay, legally. Unlike the meer children who'd attempted so earnestly to be on the patio. Near the lake a position of closeness was taken on by three of the four, not due to the late temptations mind you, but the chill. Going up the stairs Beth had lost her senses, they'd dribbled out all night along the pathways, the fields, in the bottles, and through the smoke. Now though they were AWOL. One foot dangled on the rotting edge of an old stair as she rolled her eyes towards the sky. Stars twinkled beneath their black blanket, the moon remaining their night light, all these dispersed among the curls settling on her eyes. Trees stood guarding the night shadows of their secrecy, and mysterious noises echoed around the swingset ahead, running past the teeter-totters, and landing on the abandonded street. Slipping, slipping, slipping. Slowly Bethany lost her balance, blissfully unaware because the sky was beautiful, the moment so full, and what else mattered, really?
Luke eyed her with care and questioned her state, with an arm smoothly and quickly wrapped around her waste. Perhaps it was an excuse, and maybe it was a guardian instinct, either way Beth wished he would just stay like that. Maybe she shouldn't have...maybe she should've thought of her boyfriend and how he'd feel. In the end though her heart strings played a sad song of defeat in that area...defeated by her boyfriend's lies and uses. So she let Luke hold her, and Luke held her like a child figuring out a broken toy. His hand lightly slid off reaching the dewy green, and she spun in circles, happy to be lost in her thoughts, the laughing of Kaii, the observations of Mellissa...the stare of Luke. Night sky always has a draw though, and she fell into it. Well, her eyes fell into it as she fell into the grass. It poked into her skin and let the cold seep through her jeans, leaving little chills to run up and down her spine. Some think imagination, innocence, simplicity, is lost with double digits. Beth liked proving theories wrong though, and in the instant that Luke collapsed next to her for the pure enjoyment of natural light she knew she had. Nagging voices of the more mature ones pulled her up, and they got a few feet closer to real blankets and a warm bedtime of adventure hangovers. Somehow Bethany couldn't do it...she couldn't just let the night end. Old friends, new friends, best friends. No boy on her side that she was locked to, locked with a rusting chain that restrained and scratched and repressed.
For the umpteenth time she sat down near a tree, slowly lay back and breathed in the cold night air. This time though, the others were convinced by her captivation to try. On her right Kaii lay, on Kaii's right Mellissa lay, and Luke found a spot next to her. Legs made pretzel patterns in defence to the freezing green needles beneath. Arms linked. On her left though, there was different tension. An interesting link. Beth's few fingers were cradled by Luke's, he drew her in and made her feel like a girl. Like a pretty, lovable girl. A little wind blew past their bodies all sprawled on the suburban lawn. Rolling tires sung in the distance, each of them had their own soundtrack for the moment, and it was all so simply magnificent. Simple. It was what had made it all so beautiful. None of them cared for the consequences of tomorrow, none of them wanted it to draw into the next sunrise...yet they didn't want to allow that sunrise an entry permit. Who has a say in time, who has control over the best and worst moment ratios?
Laughter is what comes when one's mind has lost it's abilities, and the moment seems too full to say anything else, to breathe too deeply, to move a single appendage. Bethany let it flow, with every word uttered by her friends, with each pull toward Luke, with each shooting star she giggled. She let go of the lock that was always there, she allowed herself the right to be herself, she allowed the night to exist, to appreciate it, and not beg time. Moments passed and responsibilites came to mind. Wake up calls were thought of, and the walks home started a magnetic pull in their feet. And Luke held Beth because the night was beautiful, it was quiet, they were mixed up, she felt lovely, and the simplicity of their complexities was so captivating it compelled the senses to draw it all into one single embrace.
posted by Lauren at 11:26 PM
3 Comments:
Lauren...I read your blog all the time (well, when you write it that is). Don't stop!! You're the great family writer!! I enjoy your diversity. Keep up the good work!!
Lauren,
I loved that story! it was very well done, i always read your blog!
Continue writing awesome stories!
Hi lauren,
I haven't read your blog in a long time, but rediscovered it again somehow. Anyways, you might want to check the part at the beginning/middle when "he puts his hand around her waste." it made me laugh. ahhaha.
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