It was like he was my heroine, soothing the aching I had within. I needed him like I needed a bullet in my head.
Could we ever stay up for hours on the hone talking about stupid stuff aimlessly without care?
It was a boy…with light hair and light eyes.
I looked up and met his golden hazel eyes.
Would he still except me?
Friends don’t pressure friends into liking them like a boy should like a girl.
I laid my head against the cold desk’s top. My cheeks were burning from embarrassment. Had I really just said that? I groaned and brought my head up a few inches before slamming it back down. I was such an idiot. He was my best friend…I couldn’t expect him to feel the same. I shouldn’t of been feeling like this in the first place. Wasn’t it enough that he even excepted me? Did I have to need more? I couldn’t control how he made me feel. Right about here I think you ought to state what she said. It would make it a lot easier to understand.
It didn’t start like this…It never had to be like this. We used to be able to just hang out and enjoy life to the fullest, but I had to complicate things. Now [s]everythime[/s] every time he enters the room my heart stops dead in its tracks and the world crashes down on me. That's a good way to put it! I’ve never wanted to be with someone so much. He knew me inside out; he knew the perfect words to say and when to say them. [It was like he was my heroine, soothing the aching I had within. I needed him like I needed a bullet in my head.] First of all, the heroine part is definitely Twilight, and believe me, writers here get touchy with Twilight (see my avatar & sig). I would get rid of that, because heroine is a drug and drugs don't soothe. I personally am dysphoric. And the part about the bullet in the brain is shocking, but creepy.
I couldn’t hold back my feelings any longer…I ruined everything. Just to make this more profound, italicize it. I remember the expression on his face, the haunting rejection in his eyes. He didn’t feel the same…Even though not a single word escaped his lips…I knew how it had to be. I only wish the bell wouldn’t have rang at that second. I needed him to say it. No matter how much it would hurt…I needed to know he didn’t want me. Good part, very deep. Good work!
Could things ever go back to the way they were? Could we ever stay up for hours on the hone talking about stupid stuff aimlessly without care? Did I take away the moments of bliss we would of shared tomorrow, or a week from now? The only one that knew everything…The only one I could trust was going to back away because I fell in love with him. It seems you already said this before; it sounds a little redundant. I think you should keep the first two sentences and answer with a simple bu painful, "No."
Flashbacks of a year ago played a slow, endless slide show through my thoughts while the teacher’s voice played as music in the background. I can't really tell where one flashback ends and where another begins, so bare with me. I think you ought to italicize those scenes as well. It separates the reality from the memory, making it more profound and easier to understand.
It was in the middle of the semester and everyone had already grown accustomed to their surroundings and had friends to complain to when the teachers assigned to much homework.
I was new and I didn’t speak much. I was shy, a trait my mother and I shared. I was sitting all alone at a table in the far corner of the courtyard. The sun burned my eyes and my stomach was too knotted to digest anything. Good description here of her feelings. Maybe you ought to describe the meal she was supposed to be eating.
I was nearly lying in my food What does "lying in my food" mean? Was she about to faint into her school lunch? when I heard a light clank of metal hitting metal. I sighed and looked up. It was a boy…with light hair and light eyes. He smiled slyly at me before sitting in front of his tray of food that was across from me.
“Hey, I’m Shawn.” Perhaps rewrite: "Hey, you're new, right? I'm Shawn."
I looked back down. I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was still too confused. His grinned widened.
“You’re not shy are ya?”
I couldn’t fight back a grin. Maybe make this a small smile, since she's shy. It's very endearing.
“No.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Then you don’t have a name…?”
He raised one of his light brown eyebrows.
“It’s Gwen.”
He nodded slowly.
“That’s…unique. Bet there isn’t another Gwen in any of your classes.”
I looked up and met his golden hazel eyes.
“No.”
He battered me with pointless questions until I was practically on the ground laughing. We had the same tastes in everything. Favorite food, bands, writers…You name it. It was almost like we were twins. Had I loved him then too? [s]Was I blind…[/s]Was I giving those vibes off? Vibes?
More flashbacks came. Each one pushing the next in hast to be remembered first. There were so many nights we’d spent watching movies together. Not like couples would with snuggling and mushy romance. We’d watch horror movies and laugh at the lead female characters that always seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Of course we would if we didn’t kill each other first fighting over the remote control. The first night I’d spent at his house I ended up pinning him to the floor just so I could decide how loud the volume was going to be. Loved this part.
I never slept over or anything like that but could stay until the later hours of the night because our houses were on the same block and neither of our parents minded. Eventually I began to know more of his friends and sometimes they’d come over.
It felt like hours were passing, I didn’t feel like eating. I felt like digging a hole and dying in it.
I laid my face against my knees. This was pathetic. I had to give it up! He was NEVER going to feel the same! I had to get over I it. It was just a silly high school crush, right? We weren’t meant to be and we weren’t going to be together forever. Forever ended today.
I stood up slowly and reached for my school bag. I felt someone’s eyes piercing my back. I turned to see Shawn. His expression was the same, hurt, rejecting one that it had been the last time we’d seen each other.
I looked away.
“Gwen?”
His voice was hollow and distant. I stayed silent and began to walk away. He caught my arm and turned me towards him.
“Shawn?”
I returned his tone. What was the worst he could say? I was in so much pain now[s], that[/s] . Nothing could push me down any further.
“Did you mean it?”
I looked [s]don[/s] , afraid to meet his glance. I expected him to yell at me, to call me names…To tell me we couldn’t be friends anymore, but instead he titled my chin upwards to where our eyes locked. Just like they had the day we met. His light hazel to my icy blue.
He hesitated nervously before touching his lips to mine. I didn’t know how to react. At first all I could do was stand limp. But when his arms warmed around me in a warm, protective embrace I returned his kiss and clung to him.
All of my worries seemed to vanish. Was this how love felt? I felt snow flakes tangle into my hair before melting. It was snowing…
We were kissing and it was snowing…
“I thought you’d never say it[s].” H[/s] ," he whispered against my lips.
When our sweet kiss broke I rested my head against his chest, basking in his warmth.
I'm not saying I’m perfect. In fact, I’m far from it; I'm just saying I’m worth it. I’m worth his love…I’m worth holding and I realize this more with each second that passes. He is never going to leave me…Because he loves me too.
I shouldn’t of been feeling like this in the first place.
Wasn’t it enough that he even excepted me?
Now everythime he enters the room my heart stops dead in its tracks and the world crashes down on me.
It was like he was my heroine, soothing the aching I had within. I needed him like I needed a bullet in my head.
I couldn’t hold back my feelings any longer…I ruined everything. I remember the expression on his face, the haunting rejection in his eyes. He didn’t feel the same…Even though not a single word escaped his lips…I knew how it had to be. I only wish the bell wouldn’t have rang at that second. I needed him to say it. No matter how much it would hurt…I needed to know he didn’t want me.
Could we ever stay up for hours on the hone talking about stupid stuff aimlessly without care?
had friends to complain to when the teachers assigned to much homework.
Was I blind…
Each one pushing the next in hast to be remembered first.
Of course we would if we didn’t kill each other first fighting over the remote control. The first night I’d spent at his house I ended up pinning him to the floor just so I could decide how loud the volume was going to be.
I knew more than half of the girls he hanged out with hated me just because of that.
I drug myself to a table near the farthest corner of the court yard.
He was NEVER going to feel the same! I had to get over I it.
I looked don afraid to meet his glance. I expected him to yell at me, to call me names
He hesitated nervously before touching his lips to mine.
I felt snow flakes tangle into my hair before melting
We were kissing and it was snowing…
I laid my head against the cold desk’s top.I would think that should say "desktop" or "desk top" but I'm not sure if it's one word or not.
I shouldn’t of been feeling like this in the first place.That should be "shouldn't have" rather than "shouldn't of".
Now everythime he enters the room my heart stops dead in its tracks and the world crashes down on me.Just a typo there.
It was like he was my heroine, soothing the aching I had within. I needed him like I needed a bullet in my head.I don't think that last sentece was used correctly. She wants him, but she wouldn't want a bullet in the head...
Could we ever stay up for hours on the hone talking about stupid stuff aimlessly without care? Did I take away the moments of bliss we would of shared tomorrow, or a week from now?Three things, one, the first bolded word is a typo; after "aimlessly" you don't need to add "without care" because aimlessly implies that. Do what you want with that, though. And in the last sentence the bolded "of" should be "have".
The only one that knew everything…The only one I could trust was going to back away because I fell in love with him.I like this line. It has a nice flow to it.
It was in the middle of the semester and everyone had already grown accustomed to their surroundings and had friends to complain to when the teachers assigned to much homework.The bolded "to" should be "too". Also, I liked that sentence, too, it's very honest.
If I apologized for what I said…or tell him that it was mistake…would he still want to be around me?"Tell" should be "told".
When I whispered ‘I love you’ did he think I meant it in a brotherly way? Could I fake it?I like that train of thought. It feels natural.
I drug myself to a table near the farthest corner of the court yard.I don't really understand that sentece... Is that a typo, or do I just not know that verb?
I sighed and a cloud of ghostly air poured out from my mouth. Was it going to snow?Good description.
I had to get over I it.Typo?
We weren’t meant to be and we weren’t going to be together forever. Forever ended today.I really like that line. (:
I was in so much pain now, that nothing could push me down any further.I don't think you need the comma after "now".
I looked don afraid to meet his glance.I think you meant down.
But when his arms warmed around me in a warm, protective embrace I returned his kiss and clung to him.I think "wrapped" would sound better than "warmed" since you say "warm" again after that.
“I thought you’d never say it.”I think this would look better if you make it one line and write "'I thought you'd never say it,' he whispered against my lips."
He whispered against my lips.
XxBrokenVainxX wrote:*
I was nearly lying in my food when I heard a light clank of metal hitting metal. I sighed and looked up. It was a boy…with light hair and light eyes. He smiled slyly at me before sitting in front of his tray of food that was across from me.
“Hey I’m Shawn.”
I looked back down. I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was still too confused. His grinned widened.
“You’re not shy are ya?”
I couldn’t fight back a grin.
“No.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Then you don’t have a name…?”
He raised one of his light brown eyebrows.
“It’s Gwen.”
He nodded slowly.
“That’s…unique. Bet there isn’t another Gwen in any of your classes.”
I looked up and met his golden hazel eyes.
“No.”