Part 1
"Don't call him that, he's just over-protective. He knows we've been best friends since first grade. I just don't understand why he would think I'm cheating on him with you," she handed him a glass.
"And, I don't think I'll be dating a girl anytime soon." It had been five years since he had come out with his homosexuality. Having a gay best friend wasn't bad in any way. In fact, it made then all the more closer.
Hayley stayed silent. The kitchen door opened and Ryan stepped out. Anger was written on his boyish face. Jason stepped forward, dishcloth still in hand.
"It's not what you think! We're not washing dishes, we're having sex," he spoke in a sarcastic tone Hayley heard when he spoke to straight girls hitting on his boyfriends.
"Get out of my house."
"Dude, stop being such an ass. You know I'm gay, and Hayley is no guy. Why would I hit on her now when I've known her for more than 10 years, right when she's engaged to you."'
"Hayley get him out."
"Ryan you're being unreasonable. He's my best friend."
"The best friend you're sleeping with. Get him out." Her eyes decreased into slits.
"Don't insult me like that, Ryan," she threw the dishcloth and glass into the sink, took off her gloves, and walked out, eyes welling up with tears. Jason went after her, pressing his dishcloth to Ryan's chest on the way out.
He stared at the pair of them heading out the front door, his hand still holding the rag to his chest. Why did he even think that she was cheating on him? Was it because Mark had just lost his girlfriend to his brother, and found out that the pair had been sleeping together. Now what was he supposed to do? He could not bear to hurt Hayley any longer, and yet seeing them together was so frightening.
Ryan went to the sink and stared at the glass Hayley had been drying, he took it and continued with her work.
Part 2
Ryan sat down on the couch and casually flicked in the television, flitting in between channels, but not really concentrating. It was playing the music video of one of Hayley's favourite love songs. He sat there as though in suspended animation, every guitar strum and drum bear resonating in his mind. The front door opened and Hayley stepped in herself, red-eyed and delicate.
She ascentded the steps without looking at him. Ryan stared at her. The television suddenly blasted a punk rock song, and he switched it off.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, leaning on the doorframa and looking at his girlfriends packing her belongings into a large suitcare. She glared at him for a moment and returned to folding on of her band T-Shirts with a vengence that suggested that each on of them had done her a personal wrong.
"Back to my mother's place. Don't worry, I won't sleep with her."
"Hayley, could we talk?"
"I think we've talked enough. I'm not stupid, Ryan. I won't stand here and listen to you throwing insults at me."
"I won't hurl insults at you. please, just let me tell you what happened." She shut the suitcase, zipped it, and turned to face him, arms folded.
"Mark's girlfriend left him because she was sleeping with his brother. I did'nt want the sae thing to happen to us."
"You don't even trust me to be faithful to you. Tell me, why would I cheat on you, with a gay guy?"
"Nothing. I was just..paranoid. Please, Hayley."
Her expression softened at his sincere face. Giving him a chance would not hurt as much as it would if they seperated.
"Okay," she reached out for his hand, and kissed him.
"I'll help you unpack. You go rest for a while," he said, stroking her hair.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
"Hayley, could I tell you something?"
Ryan looked at the eyes of this amazing girl in front of him. The best thing that had happened to him and the only reason why he woke up in the morning and went to sleep at night. He knew she liked him, so why was this so hard? Just three words, 'I', 'Love', and 'You'. And maybe he would add a 'Hayley' at the back so it became 'I love you, Hayley'. No, too cheesy. Jeez.
"I...er...."
She was staring at him now. He mentally slapped himself for not combing his hair well that morning. Just do it, you're going to do it anyway, so do it now. Do what? I forgot what I was going to tell her. Oh yeah, 'I love you'. Or was it 'I love you, Hayley'. Me stared at my hands.
"I love..er.."
Now she was smiling. Was she taunting him? He didn't dare look at her anymore.
"Ryan, do you love me?"
"What? Huh?"
"Do you love me?"
"I think so..." Ryan thought he was a dumbass, couldn't he give a better reply?
"I really think so...." What an improvement. But Hayley hugged him anyway.
"Then I love you too, dumbass". She called him a dumbass, but she said she loved him too. And she had given him a hug. Ryan loved her hugs, warm, but not too friendly, always loving. He hugged her back.
Ryan looked at the eyes of this amazing girl in front of him. The best thing that had happened to him and the only reason why he woke up in the morning and went to sleep at night. He knew she liked him, so why was this so hard? Just three words, 'I', 'Love', and 'You'. And maybe he would add a 'Hayley' at the back so it became 'I love you, Hayley'. No, too cheesy. Jeez.
"I...er...."
She was staring at him now. He mentally slapped himself for not combing his hair well that morning. Just do it, you're going to do it anyway, so do it now. Do what? I forgot what I was going to tell her. Oh yeah, 'I love you'. Or was it 'I love you, Hayley'. Me stared at my hands.
"I love..er.."
Now she was smiling. Was she taunting him? He didn't dare look at her anymore.
"Ryan, do you love me?"
"What? Huh?"
"Do you love me?"
"I think so..." Ryan thought he was a dumbass, couldn't he give a better reply?
"I really think so...." What an improvement. But Hayley hugged him anyway.
"Then I love you too, dumbass". She called him a dumbass, but she said she loved him too. And she had given him a hug. Ryan loved her hugs, warm, but not too friendly, always loving. He hugged her back.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I'd rather you historians leave us famous people alone
Leonardo Da Vinci: Finally some time alone to do what I do best
::Vincent Van Gogh and Pablo Picasso walk into the room::
Picasso: Whats up.
Da Vinci: Painting,guess what it is
Van Gogh: Death,sadness,coming at you more terrible than before
Picasso: Looks like an iguana
Da Vinci: It's a dragon!
Picasso: Looks like bloody road-kill
Di Vinci: I DID'NT SPEND TWO HOURS PAINTING ROAD-KILL,FUCK YOU
Van Gogh: Shut it,both of you. I'm already disturbed and life sucks
Picasso: Go slit your wrists,emo
Van Gogh: I'm a goth!
Da Vinci: You both are gay
::Picasso pounces on Da Vinci and wrestles him to the ground,where they roll around and start fighting. Van Gogh goes to the back of the room to cry and wallow in misery where he meets one Marilyn Manson::
Marilyn Manson:Those two doing it in public now?
Van Gogh: Gay
Marilyn Manson: Nice to meet you,gay
Van Gogh: FUCK YOU
The End
Author's Friend's Note/omg.less use of vulgarities please.explicit content.
Author's Note/ Your feedback wll be taken into account. Next time,I will rate my stories R-21:)
Leonardo Da Vinci: Finally some time alone to do what I do best
::Vincent Van Gogh and Pablo Picasso walk into the room::
Picasso: Whats up.
Da Vinci: Painting,guess what it is
Van Gogh: Death,sadness,coming at you more terrible than before
Picasso: Looks like an iguana
Da Vinci: It's a dragon!
Picasso: Looks like bloody road-kill
Di Vinci: I DID'NT SPEND TWO HOURS PAINTING ROAD-KILL,FUCK YOU
Van Gogh: Shut it,both of you. I'm already disturbed and life sucks
Picasso: Go slit your wrists,emo
Van Gogh: I'm a goth!
Da Vinci: You both are gay
::Picasso pounces on Da Vinci and wrestles him to the ground,where they roll around and start fighting. Van Gogh goes to the back of the room to cry and wallow in misery where he meets one Marilyn Manson::
Marilyn Manson:Those two doing it in public now?
Van Gogh: Gay
Marilyn Manson: Nice to meet you,gay
Van Gogh: FUCK YOU
The End
Author's Friend's Note/omg.less use of vulgarities please.explicit content.
Author's Note/ Your feedback wll be taken into account. Next time,I will rate my stories R-21:)
I figured you were mine when the vodka bottle ran dry.
"Here lies Narcissa Von Teare, wife, mother, sister, friend-"
"Adulteress, lier, witch, and whore."
Her husband had just left the mortal world. He had drunk himself to death, such a drunkard he was, and left her a widow. She was driven mad by grief, and at the expense of her final hope of happiness ended the adulterous relationship with Andrew, the town bartender.
He thought of this , and as he thought longer his thoughts became more sinister. He resorted for a way to see her, even if it meant forcing his dearly beloved to come to the bar every day. He made her an alchoholic. It was the only way he could avoid suspicion from the townsfolk. They could not blame him, he worked there. Neither could they blame her, they thought she was there to mourn her husband.
The day she died, was a month from her husband's own death. She died in the bar itself, at the same time, and at the same spot. Disgusting really, the death. So Andrew threw her into the slaughterhouse dump, where all the dead and rotting pigs lay, with the bones of those that had been ground to make fresh meat. With them she differed in no way he thought.
And the day after, as the butcher was cleaning the rotting mess, he found the woman. The people only felt sorrier for her. Poor dear, never of a stable mind, she must have drunk so deeply and fallen into the pit, died unable to get out. They made her funeral just as her she made her husband's, red rose wreath on the mahogany coffin and all, and laid her to rest beside him.
As for Andrew, it was the first, and last relationship he had ever had with a woman. He lived to a ripe old age. It was forty years later he was cast out of the town, a pedophile. He lived for twenty more years on the town borders, kidnapping all the young boys and girls who wandered too far from home.
Their ashes he threw into the slaughterhouse meat holding room in the dead of night, poisoning the very food the people ate. Stopping only when he tripped one day, and was ground up in the machine with all the other pigs, made into the dinner they served at the bar that night, to a woman named Narcissa.
"Here lies Narcissa Von Teare, wife, mother, sister, friend-"
"Adulteress, lier, witch, and whore."
Her husband had just left the mortal world. He had drunk himself to death, such a drunkard he was, and left her a widow. She was driven mad by grief, and at the expense of her final hope of happiness ended the adulterous relationship with Andrew, the town bartender.
He thought of this , and as he thought longer his thoughts became more sinister. He resorted for a way to see her, even if it meant forcing his dearly beloved to come to the bar every day. He made her an alchoholic. It was the only way he could avoid suspicion from the townsfolk. They could not blame him, he worked there. Neither could they blame her, they thought she was there to mourn her husband.
The day she died, was a month from her husband's own death. She died in the bar itself, at the same time, and at the same spot. Disgusting really, the death. So Andrew threw her into the slaughterhouse dump, where all the dead and rotting pigs lay, with the bones of those that had been ground to make fresh meat. With them she differed in no way he thought.
And the day after, as the butcher was cleaning the rotting mess, he found the woman. The people only felt sorrier for her. Poor dear, never of a stable mind, she must have drunk so deeply and fallen into the pit, died unable to get out. They made her funeral just as her she made her husband's, red rose wreath on the mahogany coffin and all, and laid her to rest beside him.
As for Andrew, it was the first, and last relationship he had ever had with a woman. He lived to a ripe old age. It was forty years later he was cast out of the town, a pedophile. He lived for twenty more years on the town borders, kidnapping all the young boys and girls who wandered too far from home.
Their ashes he threw into the slaughterhouse meat holding room in the dead of night, poisoning the very food the people ate. Stopping only when he tripped one day, and was ground up in the machine with all the other pigs, made into the dinner they served at the bar that night, to a woman named Narcissa.
Once upon a time, in a place that was far away, further than you could imagine, there was a land with horses, rabbits, ponies, squirrels, and all animals enchanted. They had one language, and everybody understood everyone else, so all was well in the enchanted forest they lived in.
The forest was big, very big. And there were so many different trees, colours, shapes, and sizes. It was so big, and the trees were so different, that you could not spot two identical ones unless you walked for a mile from the first. But the animals wished the forest would have pretty waterfalls, and rainbows, and statues like all the other enchanted forests in the land.
And one of those animals, was the stag Theodore. He wasn't like other stags, because unlike any other stag, he was a pretty light-blue. But all the animals loved his colour, and he was famous among them. Everybody wanted his fur-care secrets because his coat was so shiny, and he was loved. He too wanted waterfalls, and rainbows, and statues. But he was different, as he knew magic, and how to cast spells.
So one day he went into the enchanted forest, and found a nice place to have a waterfall. He saw a yellowbird flying by, and as it crossed the spot, he scraped his horn on a tree, and the bird died and became a waterfall. He was happy with his work, and so were the other animals. And so, from that day the forest was called the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall.
On the second day, he went into the the enchanted forest again, and he found that beside the waterfall, there had to be a rainbow. He saw a blackbird flying by, and as it crossed the spot, he scraped his horn on a tree, and the blackbird died, before becoming a rainbow. Theodore was happy with his work, and the other animals were too. So from that day, the forest was called the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall and rainbow.
On the third day, he went to the forest. And he found a good place to put a statue, beside the rainbow and waterfall. Just then, a bluebird flew past. It cried at the stag's hooves, and accused Alvin of killing his brothers. Alvin did not know what to do, and he bowed his head and cried. But he did not have to think, for the bluebird could cast spells. And in the blink of an eye, there was the statue on the riverbank, beside the waterfall and the rainbow.
But the forest was not named the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall, rainbow, and statue, because no one in the enchanted land could talk anymore. They had all become statues, and so had the bluebird, and it stood at the hooves of a pretty, stone stag. But the bluebird could cry. And blue tears would drip out of its eyes and down it's beak, until one day when humans could not imagine anymore, and the forest disappeared forever.
The forest was big, very big. And there were so many different trees, colours, shapes, and sizes. It was so big, and the trees were so different, that you could not spot two identical ones unless you walked for a mile from the first. But the animals wished the forest would have pretty waterfalls, and rainbows, and statues like all the other enchanted forests in the land.
And one of those animals, was the stag Theodore. He wasn't like other stags, because unlike any other stag, he was a pretty light-blue. But all the animals loved his colour, and he was famous among them. Everybody wanted his fur-care secrets because his coat was so shiny, and he was loved. He too wanted waterfalls, and rainbows, and statues. But he was different, as he knew magic, and how to cast spells.
So one day he went into the enchanted forest, and found a nice place to have a waterfall. He saw a yellowbird flying by, and as it crossed the spot, he scraped his horn on a tree, and the bird died and became a waterfall. He was happy with his work, and so were the other animals. And so, from that day the forest was called the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall.
On the second day, he went into the the enchanted forest again, and he found that beside the waterfall, there had to be a rainbow. He saw a blackbird flying by, and as it crossed the spot, he scraped his horn on a tree, and the blackbird died, before becoming a rainbow. Theodore was happy with his work, and the other animals were too. So from that day, the forest was called the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall and rainbow.
On the third day, he went to the forest. And he found a good place to put a statue, beside the rainbow and waterfall. Just then, a bluebird flew past. It cried at the stag's hooves, and accused Alvin of killing his brothers. Alvin did not know what to do, and he bowed his head and cried. But he did not have to think, for the bluebird could cast spells. And in the blink of an eye, there was the statue on the riverbank, beside the waterfall and the rainbow.
But the forest was not named the Enchanted Forest, with the waterfall, rainbow, and statue, because no one in the enchanted land could talk anymore. They had all become statues, and so had the bluebird, and it stood at the hooves of a pretty, stone stag. But the bluebird could cry. And blue tears would drip out of its eyes and down it's beak, until one day when humans could not imagine anymore, and the forest disappeared forever.
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