Right o, i'm stuck, how do you write a love scene without making it sound corny, funny or depressing? I've come to a point where a main character needs a love life, but i cant think how.
Any advice??
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The girl sighs.
The same food as every night, the same dining room as always, the same peop-
Ohmygod.
She spies the boy. All the boys Mary had preciously thought were 'cute' looked to the girl like cows. But this one...she drops her fork and gazes at him across the table.
He suddenly notices her, cocks his head to one side, and stares at her with the same fascination.
Let 'em go crazy!
Yes. For the past couple of years, I have been telling you to know your characters and to never ever go away from who they really are. Now forget all of that.
When Fay was about twenty yards from the shed, it started to pour. She cursed and sprinted the rest of the way. When she got to the door, she found that it was locked and jiggled the handle for a moment, then she thrust her weight against it. She stumbled inside as it opened and then realized someone had opened it for her.
“Thanks.” She said, rubbing her arms for warmth, wishing she’d brought a hoodie. She turned and looked around the dark shed.
“Hey, could you flip the lights?” She asked as she squinted, her eyes trying to soak up all of the available light. She heard the lock click on the door and she whipped around. Standing there, was Kaleb. She relaxed and then turned to ignore him properly.
“Fay.” He said, moving towards her. She found the goalie bag and put the bag of balls inside it. She started to drag it to the door and Kaleb stood there, unmoving. She shrugged and moved to the garage door-like entryway that was next to the door. It could be pulled up and down so that the gator and golf carts that were also kept in the equipment shed could get in and out easily. She went to pull it up and Kaleb stood on it. She pretended he didn’t exist for a bit longer but then dropped the goalie bag and sat on it, staring at the wall with her back to Kaleb.
“Fay. I just want to talk.” She glanced at him, then back at the wall.
“As a mature adult or otherwise?” She said finally.
“As myself.” He said firmly, sitting down next to her. She turned to face away from him with crossed arms. The strap on her stick bag then fell down around her waist.
“S***.” She cursed under her breath, simply annoyed at the inconvenience. She pulled the bag over her head and threw it down next to the goalie bag and sat there, still not looking at Kaleb.
“I don’t really want to hear it if you’re going to be immature Kaleb.”
“I thought a lot last night… Seriously thought, I'm not just saying that either. And… I don’t know Fay, I just… I’m jealous because you seem to like Damian better and I… I guess I want you to like me better. I want you to get excited to talk to me or see me…” He said, looking down. Fay turned to him, arms still crossed.
“Why?” she asked flatly. He seemed to search for the words but then looked defeated.
“I don’t know—”
“Yes you do. You have to know Kaleb. You practically admitted it last night.” He started to speak again but she found herself growing angrier.
“I don’t know what’s going on in my life right now, there is some f***ed up stuff going on. And all we do is fight. I can’t deal with the constant fighting; it is too much to deal with. I’m ninety-eight percent sure I’m going clinically insane, and now on top of facing insanity and asylums, I’m falling for my best friend? No. I can’t do this. And I’m not saying I’m falling for you, I’m just saying it could be looming. And I just—”
She turned to look at Kaleb for the first time and uncrossed her arms. His face was inches from her and she opened her mouth just slightly. She could feel his breath on her lips and it sent a thrill through her entire body. She started to reach up to touch his face, but pulled away. She turned her back to him, the enchantment broken.
“No Kaleb. You said it yourself. It’s not happening. This is done now.” She said, getting up. Then without another word, she picked up her bag and the goalie bang and struggled to get the garage door open.
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