You might want to read Starvitamen or Westpoints work;because I imitated their style. This is my creative writing homework set to a tune of femslash.
Disclaimer: If only if only...I weren't too old for High School Musical and I owned it. Seriously? I think i'm the only senior in HighSchool with a HSM backpack.
Hope you like it, have a blessed day or night 3
~Playmaker
Hot.
It was unbearably hot. The fan was oscillating full blast, so that even the little metal screws were tired, groaning in protest with each turn of every blade.
Hot
Was the feeling you couldn't escape; like flames flickering from all seven levels of hell licking and lapping at whatever part of her body they could reach.
Hot
Was the sweat sticking to her skin, refusing to run; but stay lined like soldiers, military men, secured at their stations, locked at their posts.
Hot
Was the feeling of skin upon skin and that was the closest they could come to shedding every layer and offending article. Every barrier of heat, every addition to worn misery.
Hot
Was the trail she left, kisses marking imaginary x's down invisible lines, fingers tracing every cortex and couture of her frame.
This must've been what hell was, it had to be….isn't that what they told you every Sunday, as you shifted in wooden pews hot, never ending flames? Always….
Hot
Was the fragile charred version of a girl she knew she was leaving behind. And what could Kelsi do? Meek little Kelsi, mousey little Kelsi who could never seem to find her voice. She was protesting somewhere inside her mind…some small little faction of morals her parents told her. This was wrong, and love was never the question, or the answer for that matter, Kelsi just let it, let her happen. Let her take control.
Somewhere broken voices found octaves and turned into gasps, which grew into screams.
"I like guys." The mumbled statement, weak like a crumpled ball of paper, hung in the air and refused to fall until it was shot down by the shrill laughter that followed.
"The question wasn't whether you liked guys or not, Neilsen."
There was no question at all
But it continued, their meetings, where she sought Kelsi out and Kelsi would comply. Kelsi would obey. Kelsi wondered if this was what crumbling innocence felt like….
Hot
Searing, burning heated hands wandering places memorizing territory. Ripping, undoing, unsheathing clothing, out of bounds, breaking free….freedom…was this freedom?
Everything comes at a price.
Freedom, fate or chains Kelsi knew not what attracted her towards the starlet; but Kelsi was addicted.
Somewhere Kelsi felt her knees buckle beneath her; but she caught her and held her up. Always the stronger one. The unattached one. The ice queen.
And Kelsi wondered how ice could burn this much how ice could be so
Hot
And so that's what Kelsi found herself wondering in her cramped little apartment two years later in the unbearable summer heat; with the 'wharf' of the fan and the grunt of screws turning, scraping with each and every blade.
It was still hot, and Kelsi was still hot.
And with the soft click of the lock being turned Kelsi's head shot up like a deer in the headlights, air whooshing through teeth.
"Sharpay."
Kelsi was still being burned.
A/N: The title ties in with this story because I was thinking of a song by Death Cab for cutie when I wrote this and this is actually my creative writng homework (write something in a different persona..excpet it was supposed to be a poem XD) I was sorta think of continuing this somehow so any sugguestions or comments would be apprecitated. A friend said to write where until my inspiration ran out; and not care what others think; so I might just do that...I don't know.
I would also like to credit Westpoints 'Lines letters words stories', and Starvitamen because I did imitate their stlyes used.