Selene Romanov here...I always start my ideas with meaningful questions, at heart, I am a philosopher, but in reality I look for the intricacies of each situation, trying to analyze why something happens the way it does. Having just read a CooperPeyton story, I stop to wonder what would happen instead if Peyton went home and no one was there for her. Loneliness seems to follow her around. So I start my idea of the solitary life of Peyton E. Sawyer.
May 9
The day after the wedding, I wake up in my own world, Brooke hates me, Lucas looks right through me, Nathan and Haley are in their own world, both my moms are dead, my dad is MIA AGAIN! OH YEAH and Jake let me go so I could deal with my feelings for Lucas. Once again, I'm alone. I'm sick of being alone.
My mission for today is to eat as many red grapes as I can without getting sick, read three romance novels, watch two comedy movies and create something and then destroy it.
I'm starting a new life, one of solitude, no friends, no boys, no entanglements. Just me, myself and I. How much trouble can we be?
Red grapes, so far my count is 7. They're tasty, but kind of juicy, with a tang. Kind of bitter when they're swallowed. Song of the moment that's blasting through the house is Hemorrhage (In my hands) by Fuel. Loud with a good thumping beat.
I look down at my first grisly disgusting romance novel to read, it's called Desire of the Heart, it's about this girl who is totally in love with her brother's best friend, who thinks of her as his little sister. So of course she vamps herself up to get his attention, they get busy and live happily ever after. Nauseating, but it's my mission to read and groan in disgust later.
Passing time alone is hard, because you have to think of stuff to do for each solitary moment. Now if I had a job the time would pass much quicker, but I don't, so whatever. I'm just glad there's no school next week. I need a break from everyone and everything, more time for my multiple personalities to come out.
Jake, dark brown hair and gorgeous eyes, with daughter Jenny who called me Mama. They fulfilled my family need, the ache in my heart that cried out for fulfillment. That ache cries out now, but I just ignore it.
Luke, golden boy of my life, a light dashed out, his heart belongs to my ex-best friend.
Brooke, former best friend, Hoes over Bros, my ass. Ten years of friendship down the drain, simply because I attempt to be honest with her and I can understand her reaction, but I wasn't going to act on my feelings, but Brooke is so insecure, she just can't have her best friend having feelings for her boyfriend, so she chooses him over me. FINE!
Ellie. DEAD. Anna. DEAD.
Create something and destroy it, what could that be, well….I co-created that list on my door over there, that lists which boys I get and which Brooke gets. Tossing a can of black paint erases the past and darkens the future, but it works for me.
My red grape count is up to 29. Nice healthy globes of fruity goodness.
Book #2 is called Sweet Romance. A modern take on how the woman is in charge and the man should be all emotional and stuff. WHATEVER.
It's now 6pm and I'm bored shitless, the sun is still glittering in the sky. It's Tuesday May 9, the sun is shining, I'm bored and I have multiple personalities.
The destructive one that tossed the paint shall be called Sloane.
The dippy one reading the romance novels can be called Page.
The health nut can be called Jill.
Sloane wants to mangle Brooke's face, but I think that might in the neighborhood of assault…but I still allow Sloane to contemplate what tools of destruction could be used to make Brooke look MORE attractive insert freaky shriek
Page wants to relax on the bed and drift off into fantasy, slip between the pages of Sweet Romance and fuck Dominic's brains out. Tall, dark, muscled and packing to satisfy. insert feline stretch
Meanwhile, Jill just wants to eat more grapes, her goal is 100. But I am only at 32. Dude, I'm only human, I could always glue them to my body, then I would be a grape colony and Jill might be happier. Doubtful.
Back to reality, it's now 6:17pm. I still have more grapes to eat, 1 romance novel to read and two movies to watch. The movies I choose to watch are 50 First Dates and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
P.E.S. & co. signing off for now.
More obsessive ramblings tomorrow.
Basically, this will be a daily update of Peyton's life, kind of like a Bridget Jones thing with the mission for each day. Today was just an example with the grapes, two comedy movies, three romance novels. The appearance of her three personas, was unplanned. I may keep them around, they may pop up here and there, different personas may be created to represent a certain part of Peyton. This will be a solitary exploration of Peyton's life, she will interact with other people, but more as an outsider, there won't be any dialogue with other characters, just herself, watching herself talk to others, kind of like an outer body experiment. This is a WIP.
I welcome input from others.
