“I’m done!” I yelled. “I don’t want to deal with this anymore,” I added before storming out of the house.
I hated him. I was seriously done this time. I didn’t want to deal with any of this, this relationship stuff. It wasn’t for me. I wasn’t made for relationships. I’m just good at giving relationship advice. Who said I had to be in a relationship? They’re complete crap if you ask me. I mean, sure they were fun. The kissing, the holding hands, the cuddling, it was nice. But the fun could only last so long, eventually they wanted more and I wasn’t willing to give it to them. I don’t get attached. I don’t care. This is why my relationships rarely lasted beyond two months. Other than the fact that I also got bored.
I was out of his neighborhood now. My feet leading me to a place I didn’t know. If I was honest with myself I had no idea what I was doing. I was too far from my house to actually consider walking home. I didn’t want to go back and say “Hey, I hate you, we’re over but can you take me home?” I had too much pride for that. I was also too stubborn. He would gladly give me the ride home if I asked but the entire time I’d hear pleas about how we should be together. How we were right for each other. That he needed me. I know his argument. He wasn’t going to talk him way into getting me to stay this time.
I found myself in a park. The sun was almost completely set and there was a baseball game going on. I walked over to a field behind the diamond so I could observe. I smiled as I watched the kids, who were no older than nine, play. It made me miss when I played baseball with my brother on his little league team.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out without really thinking about it.
“Come back, please?” it was from him.
I turned my phone off and put it back in my pocket. I didn’t want to deal with him. I left for a reason. What made him think a simple text would get me to come back? I hoped he knew me better than that.
I lay on my back, staring at the now night sky. I was done. I was out. I was free. I couldn’t tell for sure if I was happy about this or not. I figured I just wasn’t used to it. I’ve never had a relationship last eleven months. I was a different experience for me. I wasn’t used to being free. I just need to readjust. I’d be better by tomorrow.
“Nicole,” a small voice said to my right.
I was up like a firecracker. I almost snapped my neck from how fast I turned it to look at him.
“What do you want?” I asked. My voice controlled in the sense that I wasn’t yelling and screaming at him.
“To make sure you were okay,” he said.
“I’m fine, obviously. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” I said, venomously.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what? Ending this? Because I want to!” I all but screamed at him. “I’m not a relationship person. I don’t do them and I don’t do well in them. I honestly have no idea how you managed to get me to stay in this for eleven months but I’m fricking done. I don’t want to deal with this relationship crap anymore.”
“This is all just crap to you? Does it matter that in those eleven months that you consider crap that you’ve turned me into a better person?” he asked, his voice was low.
“It matters. You don’t need me to be your girlfriend to stay that better person though. It’s not like once you lose me you go back to being the horrible person you thought you were.”
He was looking at the ground, refusing to meet my eye. This wasn’t good. I’m hurting him, something I’ve all but pinky promised I wouldn’t do.
“If that’s what you want. You want this?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice was barely above a whisper now.
I couldn’t believe it. He was going to actually let me go.
“You want me to walk away, get back in my truck, leave and never look back?”
The “yes” was right on the tip of my tongue. But everything changed. I pictured him leaving, without me, never to come back and my stomach clenched. My breathing got caught in my throat. My chest was tight. Whatever this feeling was, I didn’t like it.
“No,” I said before I even thought about it.
He looked up at me, his beautiful green eyes piercing my plain brown eyes.
“I want you to kiss me,” I said.
He didn’t even hesitate. In two steps he was in front of me, grabbing my face, pulling me into a kiss that almost knocked me off my feet.
I may not be a relationship person, but wherever I went, whatever I did, however I felt, it always led back to him.
And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Alexander
Posted in on 5:21 PM by Anonymous
Alex pulled into a parking spot, immediately scanning the field. He found what he was looking for sitting under the biggest tree. He quickly got out of his car and started walking over to her. He was going to make whatever it was right. He didn’t care what the cost at this point.
He was three feet away from her when he got a good look at her. She didn’t look like the girl he knew at all. When he thought of her an image of a tank soon followed. She was tough, strong, and able to withstand hurricanes. This wasn’t her. The girl he was looking at looked so worn down, beaten, broken, fragile.
She looked up when he was about a foot away. He could see tear streaks down her cheeks. Her big, brown eyes were shiny. She had been crying. She’s still crying. Alex’s heart sank. He had never seen her cry, ever. He never thought it was possible. Her crying didn’t exist, like the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Her eyes were down, looking at her hands on the grass. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I lost something. I needed to find it,” Alex answered.
He sat down in front of her. It was taking all his self control to keep himself from throwing his arms around her, holding her to his chest, making promises to hurt everybody who did this to her. He knew better.
“What did you lose?” she asked.
“You,” Alex answered, readying himself for the next question. She asked more questions than a six year old. He would get his chance to ask his once she went though hers.
“I’m not your keys. You don’t just lose me.”
“You’re harder to find when you leave your phone at home.”
“I didn’t want to be found.”
“I figured that much on my own,” Alex said.
He could feel it coming. The moment where he was either going to find out what happened to her or where she was going to tell him to get the hell away from her if he knew what was good for him.
She wiped her eyes, finally looking up at him. Alex noticed she wasn’t wearing make-up, another thing that she never did. He could feel his anger rising with every new discovery. Whoever did this to her was going to pay. He didn’t care anymore. Nobody was going to get away with this. He was going to make this right.
“I’m a monster, you know,” she said, looking back down.
“Monsters aren’t beautiful. They’re skin is also green.”
“That’s what storybooks tell us.”
Alex sighed, moving a little bit closer to her. His self control wavering.
“You’re not a monster,” he said.
She just shrugged her shoulders. “How did you know I’d be here?”
“I didn’t. I was hoping,” Alex admitted. It was such a long shot when he thought about it. He didn’t expect her to be here. It was almost too obvious. If she didn’t want to be found he thought she would have picked a more secretive place. He almost didn’t come here at all. But then he remembered something she used to say, ‘Where do you hide something you don’t want to be found? In the most obvious place.’ That’s when his long shot became more of a most likely. He still thought he was lucky that he found her here. He wasn’t going to admit it though.
He watched her shoulders shake as more tears flooded her eyes. She kept her face down, hoping to hide the fact that she was crying.
She suddenly stood up, walking to the blue bike path. Alex jumped up, walking as fast as he could without running until he caught up with her. He didn’t care where she was going, he would follow her to the end of the world if he had to.
He was three feet away from her when he got a good look at her. She didn’t look like the girl he knew at all. When he thought of her an image of a tank soon followed. She was tough, strong, and able to withstand hurricanes. This wasn’t her. The girl he was looking at looked so worn down, beaten, broken, fragile.
She looked up when he was about a foot away. He could see tear streaks down her cheeks. Her big, brown eyes were shiny. She had been crying. She’s still crying. Alex’s heart sank. He had never seen her cry, ever. He never thought it was possible. Her crying didn’t exist, like the Tooth Fairy or Santa Claus.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Her eyes were down, looking at her hands on the grass. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I lost something. I needed to find it,” Alex answered.
He sat down in front of her. It was taking all his self control to keep himself from throwing his arms around her, holding her to his chest, making promises to hurt everybody who did this to her. He knew better.
“What did you lose?” she asked.
“You,” Alex answered, readying himself for the next question. She asked more questions than a six year old. He would get his chance to ask his once she went though hers.
“I’m not your keys. You don’t just lose me.”
“You’re harder to find when you leave your phone at home.”
“I didn’t want to be found.”
“I figured that much on my own,” Alex said.
He could feel it coming. The moment where he was either going to find out what happened to her or where she was going to tell him to get the hell away from her if he knew what was good for him.
She wiped her eyes, finally looking up at him. Alex noticed she wasn’t wearing make-up, another thing that she never did. He could feel his anger rising with every new discovery. Whoever did this to her was going to pay. He didn’t care anymore. Nobody was going to get away with this. He was going to make this right.
“I’m a monster, you know,” she said, looking back down.
“Monsters aren’t beautiful. They’re skin is also green.”
“That’s what storybooks tell us.”
Alex sighed, moving a little bit closer to her. His self control wavering.
“You’re not a monster,” he said.
She just shrugged her shoulders. “How did you know I’d be here?”
“I didn’t. I was hoping,” Alex admitted. It was such a long shot when he thought about it. He didn’t expect her to be here. It was almost too obvious. If she didn’t want to be found he thought she would have picked a more secretive place. He almost didn’t come here at all. But then he remembered something she used to say, ‘Where do you hide something you don’t want to be found? In the most obvious place.’ That’s when his long shot became more of a most likely. He still thought he was lucky that he found her here. He wasn’t going to admit it though.
He watched her shoulders shake as more tears flooded her eyes. She kept her face down, hoping to hide the fact that she was crying.
She suddenly stood up, walking to the blue bike path. Alex jumped up, walking as fast as he could without running until he caught up with her. He didn’t care where she was going, he would follow her to the end of the world if he had to.
Women invented fire
Posted in on 2:56 AM by Anonymous
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with the Lyric story. Just something random I wrote. I felt like I needed to update this. Maybe this will be the start of a new story. Who knows.
“I’m not a complete idiot, you know,” I said as I got into the car. “I know I’m a girl and all, but I’m not stupid.”
“I don’t think girls are stupid. I’ve always thought it was you girls who invented fire,” he said, with a smile.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned.
“Yeah. Us men were totally content with cold food until you women came in and was like ‘Hey! Let’s change this up. We like hot food!’”
My smile grew bigger as I laughed. I looked over at the boy who was quickly stealing my heart. I was starting to think that I was falling for him before I was even ready to admit that I even liked him. Everything was easy with him. I didn’t have to worry about holding back my sarcastic, bitchy, smartass ways. He was able to handle anything I threw at him. I had spent 18 years carefully building a Great Wall of China with armed Samurais stationed at every two feet. Nobody was supposed to be able to get past that. At least, nobody was supposed to be able to until after years of hard work and effort on their part. He, on the other hand, has managed to take a Russia sized hole to my wall and walk right through it.
He started his car while I grabbed his iPod and plugged it into the cassette adapter.
“Now, about your birthday,” he started.
“No, no. We’re skipping it, please,” I pleaded.
I already knew it was no use before I even started, but I had to try.
“Nope, now that you’re with me you’re definitely not skipping it,” he insisted.
“I don’t want to get older,” I mumbled.
He glanced over at me, smiling, before setting his focus back on the road.
I sighed, realizing that no matter what I said I would still be doing something for my birthday. I wanted to slap myself. Since when did I give into anything I didn’t want? Since when did I give in period? Since when did I give into something my boyfriend wanted?
“I’m not a complete idiot, you know,” I said as I got into the car. “I know I’m a girl and all, but I’m not stupid.”
“I don’t think girls are stupid. I’ve always thought it was you girls who invented fire,” he said, with a smile.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned.
“Yeah. Us men were totally content with cold food until you women came in and was like ‘Hey! Let’s change this up. We like hot food!’”
My smile grew bigger as I laughed. I looked over at the boy who was quickly stealing my heart. I was starting to think that I was falling for him before I was even ready to admit that I even liked him. Everything was easy with him. I didn’t have to worry about holding back my sarcastic, bitchy, smartass ways. He was able to handle anything I threw at him. I had spent 18 years carefully building a Great Wall of China with armed Samurais stationed at every two feet. Nobody was supposed to be able to get past that. At least, nobody was supposed to be able to until after years of hard work and effort on their part. He, on the other hand, has managed to take a Russia sized hole to my wall and walk right through it.
He started his car while I grabbed his iPod and plugged it into the cassette adapter.
“Now, about your birthday,” he started.
“No, no. We’re skipping it, please,” I pleaded.
I already knew it was no use before I even started, but I had to try.
“Nope, now that you’re with me you’re definitely not skipping it,” he insisted.
“I don’t want to get older,” I mumbled.
He glanced over at me, smiling, before setting his focus back on the road.
I sighed, realizing that no matter what I said I would still be doing something for my birthday. I wanted to slap myself. Since when did I give into anything I didn’t want? Since when did I give in period? Since when did I give into something my boyfriend wanted?
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