Okay, so. This is my first short story I am posting so far. I kind of forgot about it until I started rumaging through Microsoft Word a little bit. I probably won't ever finish it but I just kinda wanted some critique on some of the stories I just write on a whim before I post anything else. This technically didn't fit in with Romatic Short stories because towards the middle I wanted Ryan Wood to try to kill Lucas. Hence Death Loves the Shadows. Anyway, I am starting to get off topic.
DEATH LOVES THE SHADOWS
CHAPTER 1
Today was the day, I thought. Today was when I was going to ask Liz to go with me to the prom.
It was still snowing in the beginning of March, being in Michigan was always like that. Bundled up from head to toe was all you did from November to the beginning of April. I was in gray everything, gray coat, gray gloves, gray hat and even a gray scarf. Everyone at my school thought that was sort of funny, me wearing a lot of gray and the fact that my name is Lucas Gray.
I was 15 years old, tall, and blonde. I was sort of a bad boy in a way, I guess. Girls flung themselves into my path at school just so I would notice them. I always played it cool, never showing that I secretly loved all the attention. But there was only one girl that never showed any interest in me whatsoever. That was Liz Jacobs. She was the one I only truly liked, I faked it with all those other girls just to make them feel wanted. Every girl wants to feel wanted, right? But I never saw why Liz never even glance in my direction, I thought I was a pretty awesome guy, why didn’t she like me?
My family was always rich, we had a nice house and I already had a Ferrari. You could say I was spoiled rich, which wouldn’t really be a lie but I never saw myself as a conceited person. If my “friends” just liked me for the things that I had, I didn’t really care. They could like me for whatever reason I just wanted to be with them.
Not everyone liked me though, there was always competition between me and the other popular guys for whatever reason. There actually was three particular guys that absolutely hated me. I had once stole one of their girlfriends and since they were all friends they hated me together. Those guys were on the Basketball team, the most loved of them all was those three. Sam Kelly, Jason Moore, and Ryan Wood.
Ryan Wood was the one who’s girlfriend I stole. We got into a fight later that week, I went home with a broken nose and a bruised eye. I got him back good though, when I went back to school I put his clothes in the lost and found while he was taking a shower after gym. No one figured out it was me, and I never did see how he got his clothes back, but I’m sure it was humiliating. The air still isn’t cleared up between us and he’s probably planning something right now. But I wasn’t focused on him at this particular moment. I was focused on how I was going to ask Liz to the prom.
I was walking down the ice paved sidewalk on the way to her house. The snow was glistening against the sun and the icicles on the houses were clear enough to see right through them. Each individual snowflake kept its unique shape on my glove, but then the warmth of my hand would melt them and they would somehow become a part of me. I kind of wanted Liz and me to be that way. Each keeping our own shape until one day we would melt together and become one with each other. Or maybe I was just being over-dramatic.
Her house was bright blue, with white shutters and a brown door. No lights were on, maybe she wasn’t home. But if she was home or not I was going to go up there strong and confident and ring the doorbell. The doorbell was a nice little chime, it made you happy when you heard it. Someone answered the door and I crossed my fingers that it would be Liz. It was.
“Oh, hi Lucas. That is your name right?” she asked her almost violet eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, that’s my name,” I should just turn around right now, she didn’t even know my name.
“Liz I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me to the prom.”
She thought for a moment and looked at me for a long time. My heart was beating fast, too fast. And for a second I thought she was never going to answer.
“Yeah, I’ll go to the prom with you,” she said leaning in her doorway still.
I nodded and smiled. I was franticly searching my mind for something cool to say, instead I chickened out and said something stupid.
“Bye. I guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” she laughed
I wanted to punch myself in the face.
“Right,” I said nodding and walking down the steps “I forgot.”
She smiled at me as I turned to look at her again.
“Well, bye,” Liz said and closed the door.
God, how stupid does she think I am now?
CHAPTER 1
Today was the day, I thought. Today was when I was going to ask Liz to go with me to the prom.
It was still snowing in the beginning of March, being in Michigan was always like that. Bundled up from head to toe was all you did from November to the beginning of April. I was in gray everything, gray coat, gray gloves, gray hat and even a gray scarf. Everyone at my school thought that was sort of funny, me wearing a lot of gray and the fact that my name is Lucas Gray.
I was 15 years old, tall, and blonde. I was sort of a bad boy in a way, I guess. Girls flung themselves into my path at school just so I would notice them. I always played it cool, never showing that I secretly loved all the attention. But there was only one girl that never showed any interest in me whatsoever. That was Liz Jacobs. She was the one I only truly liked, I faked it with all those other girls just to make them feel wanted. Every girl wants to feel wanted, right? But I never saw why Liz never even glance in my direction, I thought I was a pretty awesome guy, why didn’t she like me?
My family was always rich, we had a nice house and I already had a Ferrari. You could say I was spoiled rich, which wouldn’t really be a lie but I never saw myself as a conceited person. If my “friends” just liked me for the things that I had, I didn’t really care. They could like me for whatever reason I just wanted to be with them.
Not everyone liked me though, there was always competition between me and the other popular guys for whatever reason. There actually was three particular guys that absolutely hated me. I had once stole one of their girlfriends and since they were all friends they hated me together. Those guys were on the Basketball team, the most loved of them all was those three. Sam Kelly, Jason Moore, and Ryan Wood.
Ryan Wood was the one who’s girlfriend I stole. We got into a fight later that week, I went home with a broken nose and a bruised eye. I got him back good though, when I went back to school I put his clothes in the lost and found while he was taking a shower after gym. No one figured out it was me, and I never did see how he got his clothes back, but I’m sure it was humiliating. The air still isn’t cleared up between us and he’s probably planning something right now. But I wasn’t focused on him at this particular moment. I was focused on how I was going to ask Liz to the prom.
I was walking down the ice paved sidewalk on the way to her house. The snow was glistening against the sun and the icicles on the houses were clear enough to see right through them. Each individual snowflake kept its unique shape on my glove, but then the warmth of my hand would melt them and they would somehow become a part of me. I kind of wanted Liz and me to be that way. Each keeping our own shape until one day we would melt together and become one with each other. Or maybe I was just being over-dramatic.
Her house was bright blue, with white shutters and a brown door. No lights were on, maybe she wasn’t home. But if she was home or not I was going to go up there strong and confident and ring the doorbell. The doorbell was a nice little chime, it made you happy when you heard it. Someone answered the door and I crossed my fingers that it would be Liz. It was.
“Oh, hi Lucas. That is your name right?” she asked her almost violet eyes sparkling.
“Yeah, that’s my name,” I should just turn around right now, she didn’t even know my name.
“Liz I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me to the prom.”
She thought for a moment and looked at me for a long time. My heart was beating fast, too fast. And for a second I thought she was never going to answer.
“Yeah, I’ll go to the prom with you,” she said leaning in her doorway still.
I nodded and smiled. I was franticly searching my mind for something cool to say, instead I chickened out and said something stupid.
“Bye. I guess I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” she laughed
I wanted to punch myself in the face.
“Right,” I said nodding and walking down the steps “I forgot.”
She smiled at me as I turned to look at her again.
“Well, bye,” Liz said and closed the door.
God, how stupid does she think I am now?
