I began this story with no intention of ever making it into an actual story. I was feeling very sensual the day I wrote it, and I needed to write something to relieve some of the feelings I was feeling. I hardly edited, thought little about the concept of the story. - So basically I just wrote what ever came to mind. I would love to read what you guys think so far, and if I should continue with the story. Enjoy =]
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There’s nothing that I have done, in all my 16 years, that somebody would point out and say, “Hey, she never washes her plate, don’t let her have that ipod,” or something along those lines. I’m not perfect, but I hardly do anything that gets me into trouble, or on the bad side of my parents. So why wouldn’t they allow me to have a boyfriend?
Why would they deprive me of the one teenage experience that everyone else my age seems to have? What do I do all the time? Study, study, study, homework, homework, and sleep if I have time. That’s all I do. Wouldn’t it be nice if I had someone who would call me at night, someone who would say that I was pretty, or that he loved the way I talked or laughed. Just somebody, besides my parents, that would make me feel special. That’s all I need.
I strolled down the concrete sidewalk, the winter chill made my already cold hands even colder. I felt my stomach lurch a few times in its’ nervousness, but other then that I think I was ready, I think I could at least speak a few words, and get it over with so I could throw up afterwards.
He was standing in the corner, reading his math book, and I thought I was the only one that did that. I smiled, somehow forgetting my nervousness as I approached him.
“Hey, how’s physics class?” My voice sounded odd, deeper from the cold.
His eyes flickered up from his text book toward me, surprised then humorous.
“Well, we haven’t done much since you left. Mr. Palmer isn’t really into...physics, as you know.”
I sighed, shifting my gaze from his sparkling, deep blue eyes, toward the tree in the corner. Yes, a tree. My heart suddenly began to thump, as if pounding beneath my chest yelling, “Say it already, say it!”
“Oh, I know alright.” I looked back at him, his eyes now questioning, “Ok, I know we haven’t talked much, and I know this might sound odd and everything, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you…since we last talked.” I immediately looked back at that tree again, alone and cold, just like what I’ll be in the next minute or so. I prepared myself for rejection.
“Oh…”I felt his breath on my forehead, saw him shift his footing, and then put down his math text book. “ Well, I’ve thought about you quite a few times too, but I didn’t really think….you would be..,” I suddenly looked up at him, hopeful, and now he looked away, his pale complexion flushed pink, my heart sped up once again, fueled with hope, “…not interested. With you being a year older than me and all.”
Not interested? Is he serious? How could I not be interested with eyes like those? He finally gazed back at me, nervously, his eyes a deeper blue than before, almost smothering. “Not at all, not at all. Your taller than me, you could pass for someone older than me.” I grinned, trying to ease the nervous tension between us. “So, it’s alright if we…you know..?”
His eyes lit up, “Go out? On a date?”
“Yea... I mean only if you want to...” My eyes began to make its way to the lone tree…
“No.” He placed his hand gently on my arm. “I would love to.”
I smiled and so did he, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight.
“That’s odd,” I turned my gaze to the sky and the dark, heavy clouds slowly making it’s way away from the sun, “I was sure I saw in the news that there will be all cloud cover today.” He looked up, as well. I couldn’t help noticing his blonde eyelashes flicker as he blinked from the sudden sunlight, like butterflies.
He grinned again, holding my gaze for a moment. “Maybe our sudden bond caused a reaction?” A chemistry joke. I couldn’t find anyone else on this earth who would understand me and my science jokes.
Laughing, I couldn’t help moving closer to him, hugging his warm body – and his cold textbook, close to me. “I’m glad you said yes, I’m so glad, you can’t imagine.”
“And I’m glad you had the confidence to tell me, because I would’ve settled for just admiring you from afar.”
So that was our faithful meeting. We’ve only talked once before, so I had very little confidence that he would actually say yes. All I knew at that moment, was that if I didn’t make ends meet about my feelings, I would be constantly obsessing over what would have been, and what could have been. Now, he made life much more pleasant for me.
His name was Issac. He was Russian, just moved here last year and has a natural American accent, something I can hardly believe for someone who grew up speaking Russian. He has short blonde hair, usually messy since he, like me, can’t seem to stop picking his face or pulling his hair during study. He was lanky and tall, kept his clothes simple, no brand names or anything…like me. He had a pale complexion, and sparkling, deep blue eyes, my own personal pool.
He is very down to earth, and a nerd, again, like me. We like to call ourselves the nerd couple that does more than study. It’s true, when we study, we like to make it interesting. More on that later. He’s a year younger than me, making him a sophomore and me a junior. We like a lot of the same things, science especially. He’s extremely good at math, something that I wish I was only natural at so he helps me with a lot of math homework and studying for quizzes.
I first saw him in my physics class. I didn’t take much notice of him at first, since I didn’t know him, or anyone else in that class and planned not to befriend anyone since I’d rather not have any more responsibility to keep that friendship intact. I’m not antisocial, I’m just antitoomuchresponsibility. We were paired up for a lab once, so that’s when I noticed him. He was smart, friendly, and had a spark in his eyes that desired much more in life, much more than what we learned from school, something he and I shared. We connected like two molecules in a bond. He loved science, I loved science. He hated designer dubs, I hated designer dubs. He thought Mr. Palmer was ridiculous, so did I. It was odd to find someone that connected to me on so many levels. Especially since the amount of time I’ve poured into my books and drained away from life with my friends left me with having only two friends I can talk to about things other than school. Issac just understood me. He understands that I have to work so hard to get through school; he understands that my life at home isn’t so good and education is my only option. He holds the same drive as I, only that learning comes easier for him.
Today, I sit in my car, with him driving as he held my hand between us. We listened to soft Christmas music, both of us chipper with the holiday spirit. He woke me up early, with my phone ringing at 8 am, saying he had a surprise for me.
“Levane, come on, wake up, love. I want to show you something.” His soft voice almost mused me to fall back asleep, like I’ve done many nights, talking with him on the phone, just listening to him until I fell asleep.
He drove along the beach, few people were out because of the cold weather, unnaturally cold for Florida. The sun was in the middle of the sky, few clouds were scattered far from each other, and sea gulls squawked impatiently at tourists strolling the side walk carrying bags of food.
I moved down my seat, until my legs could fold beneath me. His hand was warm in mine, but I could feel a bit of nervous sweat.
“Where exactly are you taking me?”
His eyes flickered from the road to me, then back.
“You’ll see.” His voice was shaky.
“Why are you so nervous? What’s wrong?” I shifted in my seat again, pulling his hand closer to me as I brushed my lips against it. His hand immediately grew warmer.
“Where ever you take me, I’m sure I’ll like it.” I reassured him with warm smile as he looked at me again, his eyes still nervous.
“Hey,” I pulled his hand lightly, “you know that I love you right?”
His cheeks flushed pink. I loved it when he blushed. It made him look so cute.
“Right?” I asked him again.
We suddenly stopped at a red light and he kissed me lightly on the lips, gazing at my eyes the entire time,
“Right, then you must know that every little thing I do for you, I want to make perfect. Your love is everything to me and I, in return, want to make every little thing special for you. So that you know how much you mean to me.”
My heart skipped a few beats. It seemed like he knew all the right words to make my blood melt. It’s hard to believe he’s not a writer and just reads science text books all day, like me. The car jolt forward before I could respond, where I had intended on giving him a more deeper kiss, so instead, I murmured quietly,
“You don’t need to prove it to me, Issac. Just having you here, next to me, is all I want and need from you.”
It’s funny how passionate we can get, just a couple of nerds experiencing first love. I guess it could be considered a good thing. Especially when you had what we had; A connection that reached far from just boyfriend and girlfriend.
He suddenly stopped, turning to park next to a small, obscure looking tree, and jumped out walking around the car to open the door for me. Something I told him wasn’t necessary. I even tried to trick him into thinking I thought it was an insult to my feminism side- that men believed women were incapable of even opening doors for themselves. He didn’t buy it, he was too much of a gentleman, and such manners came natural to him.
I unbuckled my belt and stretched my legs down the truck, reaching for the floor as he held my hands. As I reached firm footing, his hands moved down to my hips, pushing me lightly against the car seat. He gazed down at me, his eyes deep, like the depths of the ocean, and his cheeks with a hint of pink.
He bent down, kissed both my cheeks before gazing at me again, blinking his long, blonde lashes a couple of times, like butterfly wings.
“Well, you have me, is it so wrong that I want to give you more than just, simple me?”
Having him so close to me, his breath hot on my face and his eyes smothering…what else could I want but him?
“No, I like just, simple, you.” I tangled my arms around his neck and pulled him toward me, our body bent together until we both were weighed down along the car seat. I kiss him sweetly at first, his cold, full lips smooth against my also cold lips. Our breaths quickly warmed our kiss, and his tongue ran along mine, sensing the coldness I was feeling from the winter air. It felt like hours when we finally parted our mouths. Our breaths heavy and his cheeks flushed a deeper red.
“But, the extras are nice.”
He grinned, “Come on, now close your eyes – I’ll carry you.”
He lifted me up around his arms, holding me close to his chest as I linked my arms around his neck.
“Have your eyes closed?”
“Yes, Yes.” I replied, burrowing my head in his scarf from the icy wind as he walked briskly toward wherever he was taking me.
A few minutes passed until he finally told me to open my eyes. I didn’t hear anything but his light footsteps as he carried me, so I certainly was not expecting this.
He had taken me along the side of a large river, surrounded by pine trees, and nothing but pine trees, with a single boat on the side of the lake, tied to a tree stomp by a small pier. The sun lied in the middle of the sky, sending rays down on the lake, that made it glisten with bits of stars glimmering everywhere, and the smell of pine trees was immediately soothing. It looked so romantic, so unbelievable. I caught my breath at this splendor.
He knew that I loved nature, loved being away from the havoc of civilization. He was also the only person in the world that understood how I felt.
“So, do you like it? Is it alright? I mean, I know that boat is small, and we are the only ones here, but I know you…” I placed my finger to his lips, and signaled for him to release me from his arms.
I then walked slowly toward the lake, again admiring nature’s beauty, the most perfect place I’ve seen, and the most peaceful. Nothing could compare to the serenity that just oozes from every corner here, from the trees, to the small boat, to the sparkling water..nothing. I turned back to him as I spread out my arms.
“This, this is exactly me.”
He smiled with relief and quickly made his way over to the small pier and began to untie the boat.
“I’m glad you like it, I wanted to keep your eyes closed until I got you into this boat and in the lake, but I had a feeling you might realize what I was doing, and I wanted it to be a surprised, so I thought I’ll just show you the place first, then get you out there.”
I laughed. I scuba dive almost every weekend, I would recognize, even with my eyes closed, the movement and sounds made in preparation for travel on water. Issac was right, he wouldn’t be able to surprise me there.
I strolled over eagerly onto the boat, “You know me way too much, I need to stop talking to you in the middle of the night so I’d have at least some things to myself,” I teased as I examined the small capacity. There was only one seat, in the back, that could fit two passengers, maybe three if they were to squeeze in together. It was made of tan leather, torn in the sides a bit but, still usable. The steering was ordinary, with a built in compass next to the meter, and key hole where a key was already in place. I sat in the seat after looking over the rest of the boat, there was only one floor, with room in the front for lying out in the sun but, that’s about it. He had placed a cooler and some bags in the corner, I was about to open them when he noticed, “Don’t open those bags yet, Levane, this was suppose to be a surprise, from me to you remember?”
“Alright, just trying to help out, you have your hands all tied up with the rope,” I pointed out. Really, I wanted to see what else he had in store for me. I was curious. Even with how much we had in common, he always found ways to surprise me.
The boat shifted in the water as he hopped in, “No, I got it, just a knot I need to untangle.” He strolled over to the steering, switched on the engine, and we began to move forward. The engine rumbled loudly in the silence of the area. I quickly made my way back to the end seat. Smoothing down my white dress and hair as the wind from the boat movement generated. The chill sent Goosebumps up my legs. Damn. I forgot to shave. Little stems of brown hair stuck up like roots from the raised skin, and I rubbed my hands up and down my legs until I could friction enough heat to smooth the stubborn hairs down. All the while, he managed to reach the middle of the lake, stop the boat, move around the front and gather sweet wine, and vegetable chips into cups.
While I was still gazing intently down my legs, he squeezed into my seat, kissed my bent temple lightly, until I finally looked up. He held two glasses of red wine in his hands, the sunlight making both the glasses and the water surrounding us glitter like a thousand gems. My breath became short again as our eyes held one another, now they were a light blue, my favorite shade.
“Now, my love, this place, this moment, this wine, all this, is my surprise to you.”
He gestured for me to take the glass, and as I took it he replaced his hand with mine.
“I know you’ve been working hard all week, and I wanted to take you somewhere that you could have at least a few moments of peace.”
Our eyes still together, I murmured, “This is perfect, just the thing I’ve been wishing for a while.”
“To us, then?” He raised his glass of wine, grinning sheepishly.
“To us and our love,” I added.
We clinked our glasses and I took a long sip of the wine. It was sweet, like grape juice with a little hint of alcohol but, not enough to become drunk over a few glasses.
As I finished, I caught him staring intently over at me again, his brows creased a little, as if he was anticipating something.
I placed my glass on the back board of the boat next to the seat and patted his hands.
“Issac, this is lovely, don’t be so stressed. I love it.”
He took another sip, “No, it’s not that, I’ve just been thinking…anyway. I’m glad you like this. Do you like the boat? I know it’s small, but it’s my uncles and has quite a nice history in it.”
“Really?” I examined his smile, as he looked around the lake.
“What’s the history?”
Issac ran a hand down his loose blonde hair as he took another sip of wine, “My uncle supposedly had his first, well, serious date with his wife here, and later purposes to her on this same boat.”
I thought about his uncle. He had dark grey hair, dull green eyes that were probably once very bright, and sharp handsome features that were noticeable even at his age. He was Russian, and only spoke Russian, although I assumed he did know English but, wished not to speak it due to his severe loyalty to his native born country. Other than that, he was nice, polite from what he spoke to me in Russian phrases that I knew. Issac told me that his wife died three years ago, and that he was still recovering from her. She was an American. Another reason why he refuses to speak English, he felt it was only meant for her, and now that she’s gone he wants to keep it for her, only, forever.
I have found a boy with a history of romantic men. I couldn’t be any luckier.
“He’s a nice guy, I wish I knew what he was saying though. I feel like you two are always making jokes behind my back.” I give him a suspicious glare. Issac chuckled,
“Don’t worry, when I talk about you, I only tell him about how amazing I think you are, and he goes on to say that he doesn’t want to hear it or he’ll end up falling in love with you from my descriptions.” He grinned, his eyes creased in the corners.
“Really? And all this time I thought he was only nice to me because I was your girlfriend. Turns out he’s been refraining from love, huh?”
I reached out for my glass of wine and took another mouth full. I tasted more alcohol this time, definitely enough to make me a little bizarre. I smiled languidly toward Issac, his eyes already dark in relaxation.
“Definitely.” He placed his drink to the side and moved closer to me. The leather seat made smacking noises as we both moved closer and I placed my glass off to the side as well.
He linked his arms around my waist, our knees touching, and now both our entire upper body lined next to each other. My head lied beside his neck; our position would seem uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the shape of the seat that supported both of us.
We rested there like this for several minutes. The singing of wild birds and the occasional splash from jumping fish interrupted the silence every few moments. I could feel the warmth from the sunlight above underneath my sweater.
“Hey, Issac, mind if you took my sweater off? I don’t want to move, I’m too comfortable.” I felt him smile and the rumble beneath his jaw as he laughed, “Sure.” I unzipped my sweater as he pulled it off. My bare shoulders now warm in the sunlight. He kissed them both before moving on to my neck.
With his lips still on my collarbone, he murmured, “It always seems that I can’t ever refrain myself from not touching you…kissing you..,” his planted small kisses around my neck now, sending warmth down my throat each time, “and…just being near you…you are like my proton,”
“and you, my electron,” I quickly added before he closed my lips with his.
It began with an innocent kiss, soft and warm as he tugged on my upper lip gently. He ran his hand down my hair, and kept his other arm firm around my waste. I left mine entwined around his neck, pushing him closer to me until I could feel his heart beat next to mine. It was a slow rhythm, relaxed compared to my steady, quick beats. His kiss was tender, a kiss that didn’t ask for too much, just the sweet feeling that we both sought.
After a few minutes he let go of me, blinking his eyes as he opened them to the rays of sunlight that interceded us. I smiled. I lay my head against the crook of his neck, kissing his collar bone a couple of times as he sighed.
“I don’t know how I could ever live without you.”
I stopped caressing him and looked up from under his jaw. His eyes were set to the side, his brows angled down, as he lifted one hand to smooth across his face.
Trying to lighten things, “You’re starting to sound like the characters I read in those cheesy romance novels, Issac. We’re teenagers; we don’t live in a world ruled be dragons, or robots, or whatever there is in the fantasy world. Don’t worry too much, ok?”
“No, I know. But, I…”
I felt him stiffen. At that moment, all I could feel was the serenity that surrounded us like a warm blanket. It was so peaceful, a place I wish I could just stop time and stay here for ever…with him. Issac’s stress was making me nervous, slicing through the harmony of the woods like a blade.
I took my head away from his shoulder that were now too stiff to be comfortable. I moved out of his grasp, unfastening his arms around my hips as I sat on the seat and out of his lap.
I swiped my hand across my lips, removing the trace of salvia from the previous kiss.
He looked at me, his eyes a dark, navy blue. His face was still contorted in frustration. I don’t understand. I told him I loved his surprise, he knows that even if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t want him to be stressed over it. But, that’s not the point, I do love it here, and I love his little surprises. He was such a good boyfriend, he just never realizes it.
“Issac,” A cold breeze blew past me and I crossed my arms, “Please, please, stop worrying. What is there to be stressed about?” I looked at him questioningly, but he shifted his gaze toward the trees behind me.
“Listen to me,” He looked back, meeting my eyes for a moment before gazing back down at the small area between us, “tell me, what’s on your mind?”
“I don’t, I can’t…not now, not here. I wanted to make this day special..”
“-It already is,” I interrupted.
“I’m glad, I just…I need to tell you something.”
He finally met my eyes, holding them steady and I noticed them changing colors, transforming into an even deeper blue that seemed almost black. I’ve only seen his eyes like this a couple of times, and that was when he was in pain. But, I don’t see why he would be feeling like this, not right now.
Still holding my gaze he murmured, “I’m leaving.”
I felt myself drop about 1000 feet, down under the boat, deep into the water until I was lying down against the cold, moist soil. I was suddenly overwhelmed with this sinking feeling and my breath immediately quickened. I scanned his eyes, searching for that glint of humor, sarcasm, anything that would prove to me that he was just kidding, that this was just part of his surprise.
“Wha-what do you mean? You’re leaving? To where? When?” I felt my heart in my throat, almost clogging my uneasy breaths.
“My…dad needs to go back to Russia. He got offered a position at the space association there that NASA wouldn’t give him. It’s been his dream…for years.”
I looked away from him. I remembered his father, he was an aerospace engineer. Images of his office, filled with diagrams of possible shuttle ideas, and hundreds of math equations, calculating the launch, the time in space, the movement through the atmosphere, things that Issac’s dad would pour over enthusiastically whenever I asked him what he was working on. He had that same glint in his eyes that his son had. I never understood why NASA wouldn’t make him chief engineer. Issac told me his father had a dispute once with an ex colleague who was manager of the engineers at NASA. They went to the same college and Issac’s dad, at the time, received an elite position from a professor that he wanted. From there, I guess they both held a grudge about it.
“But, why now? Could you stay here? I think my parents might-”
“-Levane, you know your parents would never agree,” He gave an empty laugh. “Where would I sleep? In your bedroom?”
“Well, of course not! You can sleep in my brother’s old room. We’ll work something out,” I stammered, my mind zooming through ideas, trying to find one that could keep us together.
“My parent’s need me,” He took my hand that was balled into fists, smoothing out my fingers as he kissed each tip lightly, “I love you, but I can’t leave them.”
I took my hand away. I refused to look at him as I glared down at the pine trees. I saw a little one, overwhelmed by the other, much taller trees. It was bent down, with limp branches that hung down like it was made of wet clay. Cold and alone. Exactly how I felt when I first thought he would reject me and now I’m feeling it after we fell love. It hurt, hurt more than what would have been if he never agreed to go out on that date with me in the first place.
I could feel warm tears outline the rim of my eyes. He noticed.
“Oh, love, please, this is just as hard for me as it is for you. Do you think I want to leave you? Do you know how much I yelled at my parents? I hurt my father. This is his dream, I can’t take that away from him. You should understand, all three of us hold the same joy for what we do.”
Now I was crying openly, the lone tree blurry in my vision until I couldn’t see it at all. My lashes grew heavy as I tried to blink back more tears. I still had that feeling I was deep underneath the water, lying on the sand, feeling the pressure of the depth hitting me from every side.
“No, I understand. It’s alright. Just give me a moment.”
I got up, he tried to help me but, I pushed his arms away, “No, I’m fine. Leave me alone for a few minutes. I need to collect myself.”
“Ok,” he whispered, barely audible but, I could trace the hint of worry and pain. I didn’t care right now. I was feeling so emotionally heavy, that if I didn’t gain control, I would end up off the boat and deep under the water. Just to get away from everything I was feeling.
Use Dialogue. Dialogue can give your reader a great deal about character, emotion and mood.
I haven't written too many stories, but the ones I have started, the beginning is a bit long because I tend to over describe things. The other characters will come into the story in time. Right now I'm focusing on both Issac and Levane, or at least trying to get there story out before I introduce anyone new. But, I'll definitely take your advice, as well.