Izzy sighed delightfully as she listened to the sounds of Tripp playing his guitar and practicing with his band. She loved it when he sang songs he had written to his band. He always played just loud enough for her to hear if she stood on her porch. And she always kept an ear out for when he started to play. She could just get lost in his guitar playing and drift of into a daydream of him playing a song he wrote for her and her singing along to it, and them being in perfect harmony with each other.
But sadly, that day would never come. Tripp is too interested in air-headed pretty girls who don't have a thought that they can say they own because everyone else makes their life and their personality in their image, the image that they want that person to be. And I'm not that person, Izzy thought. I'm too independent and free-willing and caring towards myself to let other people tell me how to live and for that I'll never feel the warm caress of Tripp's love. Plus he makes it seem like he hates me, the way he makes fun of me all the time.
Once or twice I'll actually try wearing a short skirt or a bit lower neckline shirt than I prefer, to try and get his attention, but it doesn't work. It makes him ignore me more.
Wait a second, I've never heard this song before. It's different. It sounds angry, like he's hurt about something. Maybe its another breakup with another girlfriend. Maybe, if I start telling all his dates about his past girlfriends girls will stop dating him and he'll be forced to fall in love with me the way I'm deadly in love with him. And I say deadly because I swear he will be the death of me one day.
Punch stuff? Yup, he's definitely angry about a breakup. This one must've been real pretty, because that's what makes him the angriest. That and when he loses a girl to Bryce Johnson, which is only like all the time. Hey, maybe if I start dating Bryce it'll get his attention…nah, let's save that for when I've resorted to absolute desperateness.
As hard as I had tried, I failed to not go off into a daydream about me and Tripp. I drifted off as I sat on the porch hanging off my second-story room, letting my feet dangle and my body sink into the wooden fence that surrounded the second-story porch as I daydreamed about Tripp breaking up with Lana and saying he doesn't love her anymore because his heart belongs to Izzy now and forever, and nothing can change that. Then Tripp scooping me into his arms and kissing me gently and taking me off into the sunset, and if the band laughed at him, he'd just laugh with them and say 'hey, it's called true love. You'll never have it, but I do now so hah!'
I sighed in disappointment as Tripp stopped singing. There was faint yelling but I couldn't make it out so I gave up and moved on to doing my homework. Only as a distraction from Tripp-dreams.
Really short, I know, but I only have time for two quick one-shots so I can make it to 100 stories before I have to go to bed. (Long story.) Review?