A little snippet of a something that could turn into a thing should anyone really want it to be a thing.
Pumpkin.
Sarah growled as she rolled over on her pink bed. Burying her face in her white lace pillow and clutching fervently at the sides, the redhead let out a scream. A genuine "Sarah scream" if there ever was one, or at least it would be if she wasn't trying to muffle it with her frilly pillow.
Now why was Sarah, of all people Sarah, screaming into her pillow like a normal teenage girl when she was obviously far from normal?
She was in love.
She was in love with one of her loser older brother's loser friends. Not to mention, it wasn't even the nice loser who'd either let her down gently or date her out of pity... and fear... mostly fear.
No. She was in love with the jackass who wouldn't just tear her surprisingly fragile heart to pieces but would also mock her constantly, brag to everyone, and publicly humiliate her!
Goddammit.
How did she even fall in love with this dweeb? It's not like he had a single redeeming quality.
He wasn't smart, tall, good-looking (Well... by normal teenage girl standards. Sarah was actually quite fond of his unique features), athletic, compassionate, loyal, kind, rich, generous, or anything that makes anyone a good boyfriend.
No, Eddy is a greedy, selfish, obnoxious,rude, conceited, attention-craving, sarcastic pig.
Oh, and he hated her.
If he hadn't grown to despise her very existence as a child with her constant abuse he surely hated her after what he did today.
Yup, today she had, without a doubt, sealed her fate. Her future was now Eddy-less and there was no way to change that.
This. This was why Sarah was screaming into a pillow.
Maybe she was overreacting... Maybe it wasn't impossible to achieve her fantasy future. After all it's not like she killed him or something. She isn't that messed up.
All she did was ruin any chance he had with the girl of his dreams. For the record, the dream girl wasn't Nazz. That blonde bombshell's ship had sailed long ago flying the flag of a certain sockhead. The cheerleader has already decided on all the names of their future children.
This new dream girl was a bottle-blonde, conniving bitch by the nae of... wait for it... Sara.
Sara. Yeah.
Apparently Fate really didn't like Sarah. First she falls in love with a boy she tortured throughout childhood then he falls in love with a girl with her name. Not to mention the age difference. No sane nineteen year old would date a fourteen year old. Especially if that fourteen year old was his best friend's younger sister.
Yeah, just something I wrote to get the creative juices flowing. I could take it farther if people want it to go on, but I'm cool with leaving it as is.