A Day In My Life-Well, Not My Life...
~So, this is my first story. I took bits and pieces of it from a few things that have happened to me or my friends, or that I've watched happen. Most of it is just made up, and some of it is an alternative story for what I wish would've happened, being the true romantic I am. It's kinda short, but hey, it's my first piece. Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to give me input. Thanks!
"Hey, cutie" Macen said with a smile as he caught sight of me.
"Hey" I smiled right back. Macen was the kind of guy who you can't help but love because of his outgoing personality and natural charm.
"How ya doin'?" he asked as he put his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug.
"Oh, just dandy like a lion" I laughed hugging him back. I pulled back momentarily to look at him as he laughed at my new expression.
"Like a lion, hmm?" he said, biting his lip to hide a smile, "And just how dandy are lions?" he asked, not bothering to hide the smile now. God, I loved his smile. I stood there for a few seconds admiring it. After a minute, Macen gave me that look that said 'well, are you gonna answer?' so I quickly and playfully returned "Pretty dandy!"
"Alright then," he said, giving me a look, as if to say 'you're such a dork!'. Then, the bell rang and we took our seats as usual. This was our last class of the day (one of the two classes we had together) and I sat across the room from him. We would always make faces at each other and sign 'I love you' to the other, just because we could. We always found ways to amuse ourselves during class. The teacher began his lecture, and we both turned to pay attention as best we could.
Later, when we were done with our lesson for the day and had some time for homework, I looked across the room to Macen. He was crying.
I instantly knew what was wrong, not because we were bestfriends-we weren't, we weren't even remotely close, though I wished we were-but because this had happened so many times before. Besides that, we lived in a small town. Probably half the people in the room knew what was wrong, just because of the everyone-knows-everything mentality that comes with going to a tiny high school in a tiny town.
As soon as the bell rang to dismiss us from our last class of the day, I walked over to him. I dried a few of his tears, wrapped my arms around him and said "Sweetheart, I wouldn't worry about her. She's always like that. You and I both know that. She can never get over him..." as gently as possible. He was the kind of guy who you had this incessant need to take care of, it was kind of adorable. But I suppose I'm biased.
"Come on, let's go take a walk. The weather is gorgeous." I said, smiling.
"Alright." he agreed, more out of courtesy than anything else. He was a good actor, but when I looked in his eyes, I could tell they were vacant.
We walked for what seemed like hours but was in reality only about half an hour. Finally we stopped in the park, and sat down on a bench. I turned to look at him.
Raising his face to look at mine I said, "Look at me. You're a great guy. You're funny, talented, cute, sweet, charming, talented...need I go on? You deserve so much better than her, and she's a fool for turning from you. Find someone who sees what an absolutely amazing guy you are..." I trailed off, slightly embarassed by my blatant display of affection.
He sat there for a moment, and then slowly a smile spread across his face. He stared at me until I couldn't handle the weight of it anymore and I finally asked "What?"
He turned and gave me a huge hug but instead of letting go, he held on for the longest time. It felt nice, just being held for once. Finally I pulled away and asked "What was that for?"
"Everything." he responded.