Ah, Well then...

This is like, my first REAL post. I don't quite know what to say, I just need a place to post my writings and get feedback. I really hope people actually read some of what I wrote and comment on it. I will most likely also post my pictures that I get from modeling on here. However, it depends on if I get readers.

Untitled(for now) Story - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Pathetic Introductions

Waiting... Waiting... I can’t wait until this dreadful elevator comes to a damn halt! I’ve been waiting for hours to see my love, I hope my stupid hair is fine. This office building is seriously creeping me out, I almost wish I had stayed home. Home is safe however, I wouldn’t have been able to see her. Even though I saw her yesterday it seems as if it has been so long since I have held her body in my arms. I’m such a whiny obsessed prick.

As I come off of the elevator the first thing I see is her gorgeous dress billowing in the frantic wind. She is so adorable. I can’t help but, out of habit, light up a cigarette. My cigarette of choice is Marlboro Red but I am stuck with these very horrible ones. I know she doesn’t exactly like me smoking but I have so much anxiety when I see her. Sometimes I wish I would just stop, but it really isn’t that easy. Besides, I don’t really want to quit all that bad, it helps my stress and sadness.

Well, you probably are wondering who I am by now, eh? It is actually quite difficult for me to explain that to you but nonetheless I will do my best. I am a black-haired freak who seems to have an appealing way of acting differently. I don’t quite know when I started getting this way, I think I gradually started becoming a freak while all my friends joined football or some other horrid activity. Don’t get me wrong, football is okay, I just don’t like dancing around on a field with a bunch of guys waiting to jump on top of me. For some reason though, girls are still attracted to me. I wish I could pinpoint the error of their ways in why they fall for me but, I can’t exactly do that now can I?

In a sappy way I would like to explain to you the love of my life, at least I hope so. I would do absolutely anything for her. She has gorgeous hazel eyes that somehow radiate a gold glow. Black hair blowing the the air that is so beautiful makes me almost hypervenilate. I would love to tell her hall the things I love about her but I can’t. She isn’t the type of sappy girl who loves that kind of thing. You’ll find out eventually if you keep reading on but I mean but, to sum it up, she is a very complicated girl who requires a lot of my attention. I don’t exactly get repaid either except that I get to call her my girlfriend, and the occasional hug and kiss of course where she shows me the love that I desire of her. I wait forever just to see her smile.

As I come out to the patio of this damn building I start to trip over one of those concrete ashtrays. I forgot to tell you that I am not exactly the smoothest of the men, but I try. She starts giggling at my error, I can’t help but laugh with her.

I plead sadly, “Shut up!” I can’t stop laughing as I say this. I wish I was better with words. Alas, I am not.

“Your the one who tripped, you can’t blame me for you not be coordinated like me”, she says, laughter in her voice. She isn’t exactly the nicest girl I know, but I love it.

I quietly walk over to her, a few laughs coming out between the two of us as I start to embrace her. I wish she would hug me back but I can’t make her. She is texting on the phone behind my back so I am obviously not getting any kisses anytime soon.

“Thanks for picking me up”, I whisper in her ear. My car isn’t exactly fixed yet. Actually, it has even begun to be fixed, It probably will never be like it was before anyway. I don’t care anyway, this just means I can spend more time with my love. I bet you would love to hear her name, wouldn’t you. Well it is the sweetest name I have ever heard, there is no other name I would rather hear. Her name is—

“Would you get off of me? I have to go back home!”, she screams with a few laughs in her voice. She isn’t really trying to be mean but, she isn’t trying to be nice either.

I gently let go and take hold of her hand and pull her towards her black car. I know, I am pathetic, I should be the one driving her around. I can’t exactly do that though, I don’t have a car, remember?

As I open the passenger door of her charcoal black car I realize the sun is about to come from the clouds. I can’t risk being seens when it comes out. I can’t quite explain why, I could explain how though. We will go into that later, I still haven’t told you her name. Well, actually I haven’t even told you my name. My given name is Emery, I don’t have a cool nickname for that either. Everyone calls me Emery. It is my middle name, I hate my first name, It is so horrid and dreadful I won’t even attempt to tell you.

She gently slides her body into the car, I can’t help but to notice has the seat carresses her dress up a ways. I feel like quite a pervert, but I look away. I don’t believe she is in the mood right now to be seduced. I could probably get away with it if she was somewhere else and I din’t make her pick me up from my job interview but, I can’t do that right now.

Although she isn’t what I would have pictured my dream girl to be when I was younger I am still thankful for meeting her. I fell in love with her nearly instantly. I feel so obviously insane for saying that, I don’t believe in love at first sight either. It is just that I want to be around her, it makes me feel happy on the inside. I don’t get that feeling alot either.

She turns up the CD player quite high so it makes a loud sound, then the music starts. It is a song I enjoy so I don’t mind it, though, I would love to talk to her before I have to go back to my house. I hate parting with her, it makes me so nervous and angry. I don’t know why either, so don’t bother asking. She is just who I want to be with forever, leaving isn’t something I want to do.

Oh, of course, I haven’t told you her name yet. Well, it is quite an easy name though, I don’t want you to think of her as her name implies. Her name is very different from her and doesn’t quite fit much. In fact, since their is no reason to tell you her real name, I’ll make one up. It doesn’t matter anyway, as long as you have something to call her, right? is what I will let you call her, and she is my love.

Though, sometimes I get the feeling I am not her love. I hope she doesn’t leave me.