Post by LovelyJeanette on Nov 30, 2005 19:13:36 GMT -5
The Bringing About of Change(title subject to change...hahaha)
Rating: pg-pg13... not sure yet
Prologue:
One glance had changed everything. She had gone from seeing him as a stupid attention wanting weirdo who wore all the clothes that were in fashion to seeing him as a hot, desirable, wry, boy that she very much wanted to talk more to. Suddenly his hair that she had criticized a couple minutes before for all the hair gel, was unexpectedly hot and sexy. And his eyes… they were his best feature. Warm and brown, and all together beautiful.
One glance had changed everything. For her anyways. Not for him. He had known for a couple of months that he fancied her, ever since someone had brought up how they thought she fancied Matthew. He had kept control of himself splendidly, though privately, the jealousy was eating him inside out. But Matthew was his best friend. And Matthew had known her longer. So he bade his time. On the outside, he played such a good part that sometimes he even fooled himself. He teased Matthew about wanting to be with her, and succeeded in making her very mad at him. Somehow word got to Matthew’s mom, who talked to his mom, who yelled at him. But he had been successful in making sure that no one suspected him. And sometimes, he was able to convince himself that he didn’t like her.
After all, what was he supposed to say to a girl who scorned love? A girl who liked acting, but didn’t want to act because of kissing someone. And speaking of kissing, this was an almost seventeen year old girl that had never been kissed! Every time someone hinted at a relationship, she said “Ew!” or one of her friends did, and the conversation was changed. A girl who would discourage all the notions of Steven Smith liking Olivia Ponsolia. A girl who would undermine each and everything said to her by a guy about her; a girl who grimaced at the scenes from Romeo and Juliet they were going over with Mr. Smith. This was one girl that was not going to be receptive to anything he was going to say concerning a relationship.
This girl was the eldest among their theater group, (only older than him by a month) and was effortlessly a wonderful leader. In their 4-H club, she was president, and he was vice-president, even though that job was not very big. She even had control over Matthew, and Matthew was usually a law unto himself. She had immense understanding, great maturity, and was very forceful at times. Unlike most girls, she could cope well (or better) among boys than girls, seeing as the boys weren’t so sensitive and cried or got offended at every last little thing.
Her name was Gail. She was tough, she took chances, but never with boys. Any of her friends who were boys who expressed a romantic interest in her, she no longer was close friends with.
Her general appearance was not extraordinary. She had rather thick blonde hair, parted down the middle, and pulled tightly back into an unforgiving pony-tail. She usually wore jeans, much looser than fashion demanded, and almost always carried three or so pocket-knives. Her t-shirts were the kind you get when you go somewhere… extremely loose. But somehow, the cut suited her wonderfully. She had rather broad shoulders from being on the swim team, and a rather trim waist. Sometimes the shirt brushed against her waist, and then you could tell what a nice figure she had. And the only time she dressed up was when she went to church or a dance or something… and he hadn’t been to anything like that when she was there too.
On her head, she usually wore a girls-on-the-run hat— backwards. That was the thing that always turned him on the most. Most girls would never in a million years wear their hat backwards. But she didn’t care. The way it covered her forehead, and the way it accented the rest of her face… with her wisps of loose hair around her ears… was just beautiful. It was beauty that was not purposeful, but natural.
She never wore any make-up either. Never. Although once he had heard her telling Catherine that she had worn lipstick and blush when she was really little to some jazz dance recital. Catherine had said ‘ughh’ and Gail had said ‘Yeah, I’m never going to wear make-up again’. And she had never worn any, at least as far as he knew.
Over the summer he had wheedled himself out of love with her, but with that first Shakespeare class, the quarry party, and the look, he was back in as fast as ever.[/font]
Rating: pg-pg13... not sure yet
Prologue:
One glance had changed everything. She had gone from seeing him as a stupid attention wanting weirdo who wore all the clothes that were in fashion to seeing him as a hot, desirable, wry, boy that she very much wanted to talk more to. Suddenly his hair that she had criticized a couple minutes before for all the hair gel, was unexpectedly hot and sexy. And his eyes… they were his best feature. Warm and brown, and all together beautiful.
One glance had changed everything. For her anyways. Not for him. He had known for a couple of months that he fancied her, ever since someone had brought up how they thought she fancied Matthew. He had kept control of himself splendidly, though privately, the jealousy was eating him inside out. But Matthew was his best friend. And Matthew had known her longer. So he bade his time. On the outside, he played such a good part that sometimes he even fooled himself. He teased Matthew about wanting to be with her, and succeeded in making her very mad at him. Somehow word got to Matthew’s mom, who talked to his mom, who yelled at him. But he had been successful in making sure that no one suspected him. And sometimes, he was able to convince himself that he didn’t like her.
After all, what was he supposed to say to a girl who scorned love? A girl who liked acting, but didn’t want to act because of kissing someone. And speaking of kissing, this was an almost seventeen year old girl that had never been kissed! Every time someone hinted at a relationship, she said “Ew!” or one of her friends did, and the conversation was changed. A girl who would discourage all the notions of Steven Smith liking Olivia Ponsolia. A girl who would undermine each and everything said to her by a guy about her; a girl who grimaced at the scenes from Romeo and Juliet they were going over with Mr. Smith. This was one girl that was not going to be receptive to anything he was going to say concerning a relationship.
This girl was the eldest among their theater group, (only older than him by a month) and was effortlessly a wonderful leader. In their 4-H club, she was president, and he was vice-president, even though that job was not very big. She even had control over Matthew, and Matthew was usually a law unto himself. She had immense understanding, great maturity, and was very forceful at times. Unlike most girls, she could cope well (or better) among boys than girls, seeing as the boys weren’t so sensitive and cried or got offended at every last little thing.
Her name was Gail. She was tough, she took chances, but never with boys. Any of her friends who were boys who expressed a romantic interest in her, she no longer was close friends with.
Her general appearance was not extraordinary. She had rather thick blonde hair, parted down the middle, and pulled tightly back into an unforgiving pony-tail. She usually wore jeans, much looser than fashion demanded, and almost always carried three or so pocket-knives. Her t-shirts were the kind you get when you go somewhere… extremely loose. But somehow, the cut suited her wonderfully. She had rather broad shoulders from being on the swim team, and a rather trim waist. Sometimes the shirt brushed against her waist, and then you could tell what a nice figure she had. And the only time she dressed up was when she went to church or a dance or something… and he hadn’t been to anything like that when she was there too.
On her head, she usually wore a girls-on-the-run hat— backwards. That was the thing that always turned him on the most. Most girls would never in a million years wear their hat backwards. But she didn’t care. The way it covered her forehead, and the way it accented the rest of her face… with her wisps of loose hair around her ears… was just beautiful. It was beauty that was not purposeful, but natural.
She never wore any make-up either. Never. Although once he had heard her telling Catherine that she had worn lipstick and blush when she was really little to some jazz dance recital. Catherine had said ‘ughh’ and Gail had said ‘Yeah, I’m never going to wear make-up again’. And she had never worn any, at least as far as he knew.
Over the summer he had wheedled himself out of love with her, but with that first Shakespeare class, the quarry party, and the look, he was back in as fast as ever.[/font]
