Okay so this is a story I started a couple months ago and its coming along. I've only posted two other places and thought I'd give it a try here. Let me know what you think! It's a different style of writing for me.
CHAPTER 1: INTRODUCTIONS
The five girls laughed as they walked through the club, fighting their way through the crowd.
Two of them were blonde—one of them with short spikey hair with the tips pink and longer bangs, the other with long, mid-length hair and a purple streak in the front—then there was a Latin with wavy black hair, another with red hair and the last one with straight, long brown hair. They've been friends for awhile. The one with the purple streak and the one with the long wavy black hair used to date, yes, that's right date. As in girl dating girl. Oh get over it, its not a big deal. It's the 21st century for crying out loud. They broke up awhile ago but it didn't taint the friendships they had with their mutual friends, and they even became close friends, always looking out for each other. Of course, for awhile there was that bitter ex attitude but that went away, well they don't know when, they just started being friendly one day. The one with black hair is dating the redhead now, the redhead was introduced to the group when they started dating, so she isn't an original, but the other four are.
A little about the girls? Well, the one with spiky hair is Annabelle, short for Anna. She's the youngest of the group, but probably the most wise. She's…confused. She doesn't know what her sexuality is, at least that's what the others think She says she's bi, but the others, all out lesbians, say she's just confused and she'll realize it sooner or later. They keep trying to set her up and threaten any guy with a dickless life if they hurt her. They leave shortly after that and she just can't figure out why.
The one with straight brown hair is Chastity, she could be considered the bitch of the group. She can't hold her tongue at all and will tell you what she thinks even if you don't wanna hear it. She's the oldest of the clan and is an all out lesbian. She's a feminist to the core and can't even stand the sight of a guy. She thinks the world would be better without them. If women want to reproduce, they can go to a sperm bank considering enough of them donate just to get money. Slimeballs is what she thinks of them.
The one with the long wavy black hair, that's Jodie, she's…well she's Jodie. She's controlling, manipulative, and she gets whatever she wants when she wants it. But she's probably one of the most dependable, and she's a fighter, if you mess with her family—who are her friends—you mess with her, and trust anyone who says it, you don't wanna mess with the Latina from one of the worst parts of LA. She's the second oldest, by the way, even though she acts like the youngest sometimes.
The redhead, well she's like Lindsay Lohan, that's her nickname, but her real name is Lila, which is close to Lindsay if you wanna combine the two names and make it Lila instead of Lilo. She hates it, but she puts up with it. She and Jodie have been dating for awhile, so she's used to the girls and tolerates it. She doesn't know what she'd do without them. She and the other blonde are the same age.
And speaking of the other blonde, the one with the purple streak, that's Alex. She's the hardcore one of the group, into the music and all that jazz. She's a player, she knows she's hot and she's not afraid to use her looks to her advantage. With her gorgeous blonde hair that she could do in so many styles and her aqua blue eyes, all the girls fell for her, and when she spoke with her soft voice, they were hooked. She knew how to rake them in. Yes, she definitely has her 'little black book'. She ranks them with stars. If they have one star, she avoids them at all costs, but if they have five stars, she'll gladly change any plans she has—other than hanging out with her family (her friends, duh). They always come first. Yep, Alex is an all out player, her first girlfriend was when she was 16 and she cheated on her with another girl at a different school. She'd be in the middle, age wise. She's pretty mellow, and its hard to piss her off but if she does get mad, hope you aren't the reason she is mad. She's hard on forgiving and she never, [i]never[/i] forgets. You could blame it on her parents kicking her out when she was only 17, that's when she was dating Jodie. She hasn't spoken to them since. She's the "leader". She holds everyone together when something happens. She's the strong one in that aspect…except when it comes to her. She sucks at holding herself together if something happens. The girls are most protective over this one. While no one knows why she's so closed off from the rest of the world, they know why. And they won't let anyone hurt her. Especially some random girl she meets at a club.
Now, where were we since you were just introduced to the girls? Oh yes, they laughed as they walked through the club, fighting their way through the crowd. It was a normal Saturday night of partying, Jodie and Lila would be the first to leave because they had "other" things that they had to do. Which is code for, they wanna go home and have sex. Yes, that's Jodie and Lila for ya, it never fails. It also never fails for Alex to pick a girl up. It was just her thing. And Annabelle, well she would sit there and shake her head like the shy and moral one that she was as Chastity would help Alex pick out her next accomplishment. Which is where we begin.
She leaned against the railing, overlooking the crowd below. A sigh escaped her lips and she took a drink of vodka and tonic, which was mostly vodka. She surveyed her surroundings, it was a normal Saturday night…or what could be considered her "normal" Saturday night since she broke up with her boyfriend because she "decided" she was gay, or at least that's what he said. Either way, he got dumped because he wasn't good enough for her. Before that, it would be them and her best friend and her boyfriend on Saturday night. Now…now she was just the third wheel while her best friend and her best friends boyfriend made out or danced to the live music. Yes, this was her life, all because she finally admitted that she was a lesbian. At least she didn't have to fake an orgasm anymore to get the sweaty, nasty guy off of her. Yuck. Although you couldn't take her for a lesbian, at least not at a first sight, she would look like a normal maneater. Her long honey colored wavy locks and sea-blue eyes. But, when you talked to her and studied how she acted, and the presence of her, you could tell. You could definitely tell.
Between her and her best friend, she was the quiet one. Very reserved and pulled back, she kept to herself, only speaking when asked a question. Her best friend, well she was the loud, obnoxious one. Her voice would break your ear drums if she was ever mad and she had a thing for rage blackouts and hitting people with the closest object to her. Yes, they are polar opposites but they are a part of each other, neither could live without the other.
And her best friends boyfriend, well he was…unique? Okay, he's annoying, into comic books, has a Barbie horse named Captain Oats that "talks"—really its him talking, but…well her best friend loves him and his corny things. He is a great artist though, but…he's very selfish. It's always about him, then again so is her best friend, perfect match you could say.
Oh, this girl is Marissa, the one with the long honey colored wavy hair. She's a couple months older than her best friend—who calls her Coop because her last name is Cooper and because its just who her best friend is, she loves giving nicknames, just like she gave one of her boyfriends the nickname Ducky, man he hated that name. Only she can call Marissa, Coop though. Anyone else better run. She's lesbian, has never been with a girl though. So…she's inexperienced in that department, but she wants to! Man does she want to…but she doesn't want to be in a relationship. She just wants someone to show her the ropes about how this whole same sex thing goes.
Her best friend is Summer. She's, how would you say…a fire pistol. She spouts off at the mouth, she's very outspoken. And she protects Marissa. Even if she is smaller and younger, she acts bigger and older. Mainly because Marissa won't protect herself. She was relieved when Marissa finally came out, she'd known for years! It was about damn time the woman came out, in her opinion. She did however feel bad for her. She knew Marissa felt like the third wheel when they went out, but she refused to leave her at home doing nothing. She wouldn't dare leave her in the hands of Taylor Townsend.
So, this is where we are. Alex and Chastity looking for Alex' next conquer, and Marissa waiting to leave the crowded club while Seth (oh, that's Summer's boyfriend, he's not important really) and Summer did God knows what. With one more look over the people below, she pushed herself from the railing and made her way back to the half circle booth. She plopped down into the booth, immediately slouching. And there she sat, waiting for…something, and nursed her drink.
Should I continue? Yes? No? Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially on this one since I've never written in this style before.