Well some parts of this chapter are kind of . oh I don't know.corny I
guess. I can't think of a different word. I'm real proud of this story. Ok,
here's the rest.
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Steve walked into his house and notice the stray cat his mom had picked up yesterday, had escaped out the window. It was the twentieth cat this month. If they were going to have an animal, the windows had better get fixed.
Paige, Steve's mom, was gone (like everyday) and had left ten dollars, on their poor-excuse-for-a-table, for him. "Slut mom is gone again," he mumbled to himself. He picked up the money and shoved it in his pocket. Steve had called Paige "slut mom" since he was ten. She has had so many boyfriends you would've thought the whole world dated her. He walked into his door less room and lay on the bed. The one thing that bothered Steve about his "slut mom" was that she forgot who Steve's father was.
Steve didn't hate his mom; he just thought she was a little weird. Paige looked and acted like she was sixteen even though she was really thirty-one. She was the kind of person that wouldn't hesitate to talk about anything. Steve was some-what like his mother, but not entirely. He swore more than she did, but he had her personality (sort of). There wasn't really a resemblance you could see.
Steve started thinking about Claire as he closed his eyes. She had gotten to him. Steve had a crush on the rich and beautiful Claire Redfield. "She would never like me," he repeated in his head over and over. Especially not after seeing all those popular bitches that surrounded him. Even if he did ask her out she'd probably think it was a joke. He'd have to do something to convince her otherwise. But what?
Claire was at her own house lying on her own bed. Thin pink curtains hid her red-satin bed. She thought about Steve while she glanced around her room. Her room was painted a creamy white, with oak doors leading to the main hall, and glass doors leading to the balcony. Her room felt lonely.
Claire lived with her brother, Chris. His friend, Jill, lived with them too. Rumor had it that Chris was in love with Jill. Chris's house was exceptionally big, with at least four staircases all-leading to the second floor. When you reached the second floor you had an overlook of the first one. All the bedrooms were located on the second floor.
Claire buried her face in the white lace pillow on her bed. She was still thinking about Steve. Was he playing a joke on her or hiding something? She felt as though she'd never know. Claire took her hair out of her everyday ponytail and thought about how stupid she was for not giving him the chance to try again. Well, it was too late now. She felt that sudden urge to cry and she let it take over.
About three days later, Steve saw a pathetic poster up for a school dance. It was in a week. This was his chance and he knew it. Now he'd have to convince her it wasn't a joke. That would be the hardest part. He walked down the hall and saw a few guys talking to Claire. They were blowing Steve's chance. Whatever they were asking her, she was agreeing to it. Steve felt his heart sink. They were playing a joke on her; he could feel it. Steve ran over to Claire and she saw him coming from the corner of her eye. She started walking the other direction. "Claire," Steve called to her, "wait."
Claire stopped, but didn't turn around. "What do you want?"
"What did they say to you?"
"Why do you care? ..... I was asked to the dance."
"No, you can't go with that guy."
"I can do what I want," she said as she walked away. Steve felt guilty about it all day, but he didn't give up. Everyday he tried to convince Claire it was a hoax. She wouldn't listen and got frustrated that he wouldn't give it up.
The night of the dance finally came. Claire dressed up in her favorite red dress (which sparkled ^-^). Steve sat outside, blaming himself for not getting Claire to believe him. He must have sat there for an hour when he finally heard something. It was crying. Steve forced himself to stand up and he walked around to the left of the school. Claire was sitting there crying. Steve sat down by her. "I should've . listened to . you," she said through her cries. She started crying harder and the seeing her like that made Steve feel guilty.
"I wish I hadn't been right," he said after a moment. "Come on, we can go back together."
"I'm not going back there," she said shaking her head.
"When you're ready meet me by the entrance when you're ready." He walked away. She wondered why he was doing this for her. She got up after she pulled herself together and went to meet him at the entrance.
"Point the guy out to me," Steve said when they were in the gym. The music was blasting and the lights were replaced with the DJ's techno- lights. Claire pointed the guy out. He was actually the most popular guy since all the preps liked him. Steve walked over, there with Claire following, pushing everyone out of his way. Steve went over there and decked (or punched whatever you wanna call it) the guy that had made Claire cry.
While his popular mob of friends crowded around him, Steve grabbed Claire (and avoiding the popular girls) and they walked away from the popular mob. He put her hands on her waist (she blushed) and danced with her. She stared at him for a moment trying to figure out what caused that to happen. Then she decided to forget about it and rested her head on his shoulder. The popular girls that surrounded him everyday wondered why he had chosen Claire instead of one of them.
Steve stroked Claire's hair and kissed her forehead. She kept her face hidden in his shoulder; she didn't want him to see her blushing the way she was. Neither of them said much after that. They were both completely embarrassed. Steve wanted to ask Claire to stay over, but he decided that might not be a good idea right now. He watched her drive away and he walked home again. The door was locked so he slid through the window. ("We should get that damn thing fixed.")
He went into his room and fell on his bed. He thought about Claire not knowing that a few miles away she was thinking about him. They both wanted to see each other, but figured they should talk more first. Steve heard the front door open and shut; "Slut mom" was home.
Paige came in the doorway and asked, "How long have you been home?"
"A few minutes," he answered stretching out.
"You go to the dance?"
"Yeah."
"Ya see that girl you have a crush on?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well," she asked?
"It was great," he said smiling.
And stop there! ^-^ Sorry it took so long!! Oh well. More to come and I am really happy you all like it!! (I start crying like I just won an award or something) Thank You!! ^-^ I love you all. Wait . don't run away. J/k Sorry I like being stupid, I'll shut up now.
Steve walked into his house and notice the stray cat his mom had picked up yesterday, had escaped out the window. It was the twentieth cat this month. If they were going to have an animal, the windows had better get fixed.
Paige, Steve's mom, was gone (like everyday) and had left ten dollars, on their poor-excuse-for-a-table, for him. "Slut mom is gone again," he mumbled to himself. He picked up the money and shoved it in his pocket. Steve had called Paige "slut mom" since he was ten. She has had so many boyfriends you would've thought the whole world dated her. He walked into his door less room and lay on the bed. The one thing that bothered Steve about his "slut mom" was that she forgot who Steve's father was.
Steve didn't hate his mom; he just thought she was a little weird. Paige looked and acted like she was sixteen even though she was really thirty-one. She was the kind of person that wouldn't hesitate to talk about anything. Steve was some-what like his mother, but not entirely. He swore more than she did, but he had her personality (sort of). There wasn't really a resemblance you could see.
Steve started thinking about Claire as he closed his eyes. She had gotten to him. Steve had a crush on the rich and beautiful Claire Redfield. "She would never like me," he repeated in his head over and over. Especially not after seeing all those popular bitches that surrounded him. Even if he did ask her out she'd probably think it was a joke. He'd have to do something to convince her otherwise. But what?
Claire was at her own house lying on her own bed. Thin pink curtains hid her red-satin bed. She thought about Steve while she glanced around her room. Her room was painted a creamy white, with oak doors leading to the main hall, and glass doors leading to the balcony. Her room felt lonely.
Claire lived with her brother, Chris. His friend, Jill, lived with them too. Rumor had it that Chris was in love with Jill. Chris's house was exceptionally big, with at least four staircases all-leading to the second floor. When you reached the second floor you had an overlook of the first one. All the bedrooms were located on the second floor.
Claire buried her face in the white lace pillow on her bed. She was still thinking about Steve. Was he playing a joke on her or hiding something? She felt as though she'd never know. Claire took her hair out of her everyday ponytail and thought about how stupid she was for not giving him the chance to try again. Well, it was too late now. She felt that sudden urge to cry and she let it take over.
About three days later, Steve saw a pathetic poster up for a school dance. It was in a week. This was his chance and he knew it. Now he'd have to convince her it wasn't a joke. That would be the hardest part. He walked down the hall and saw a few guys talking to Claire. They were blowing Steve's chance. Whatever they were asking her, she was agreeing to it. Steve felt his heart sink. They were playing a joke on her; he could feel it. Steve ran over to Claire and she saw him coming from the corner of her eye. She started walking the other direction. "Claire," Steve called to her, "wait."
Claire stopped, but didn't turn around. "What do you want?"
"What did they say to you?"
"Why do you care? ..... I was asked to the dance."
"No, you can't go with that guy."
"I can do what I want," she said as she walked away. Steve felt guilty about it all day, but he didn't give up. Everyday he tried to convince Claire it was a hoax. She wouldn't listen and got frustrated that he wouldn't give it up.
The night of the dance finally came. Claire dressed up in her favorite red dress (which sparkled ^-^). Steve sat outside, blaming himself for not getting Claire to believe him. He must have sat there for an hour when he finally heard something. It was crying. Steve forced himself to stand up and he walked around to the left of the school. Claire was sitting there crying. Steve sat down by her. "I should've . listened to . you," she said through her cries. She started crying harder and the seeing her like that made Steve feel guilty.
"I wish I hadn't been right," he said after a moment. "Come on, we can go back together."
"I'm not going back there," she said shaking her head.
"When you're ready meet me by the entrance when you're ready." He walked away. She wondered why he was doing this for her. She got up after she pulled herself together and went to meet him at the entrance.
"Point the guy out to me," Steve said when they were in the gym. The music was blasting and the lights were replaced with the DJ's techno- lights. Claire pointed the guy out. He was actually the most popular guy since all the preps liked him. Steve walked over, there with Claire following, pushing everyone out of his way. Steve went over there and decked (or punched whatever you wanna call it) the guy that had made Claire cry.
While his popular mob of friends crowded around him, Steve grabbed Claire (and avoiding the popular girls) and they walked away from the popular mob. He put her hands on her waist (she blushed) and danced with her. She stared at him for a moment trying to figure out what caused that to happen. Then she decided to forget about it and rested her head on his shoulder. The popular girls that surrounded him everyday wondered why he had chosen Claire instead of one of them.
Steve stroked Claire's hair and kissed her forehead. She kept her face hidden in his shoulder; she didn't want him to see her blushing the way she was. Neither of them said much after that. They were both completely embarrassed. Steve wanted to ask Claire to stay over, but he decided that might not be a good idea right now. He watched her drive away and he walked home again. The door was locked so he slid through the window. ("We should get that damn thing fixed.")
He went into his room and fell on his bed. He thought about Claire not knowing that a few miles away she was thinking about him. They both wanted to see each other, but figured they should talk more first. Steve heard the front door open and shut; "Slut mom" was home.
Paige came in the doorway and asked, "How long have you been home?"
"A few minutes," he answered stretching out.
"You go to the dance?"
"Yeah."
"Ya see that girl you have a crush on?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well," she asked?
"It was great," he said smiling.
And stop there! ^-^ Sorry it took so long!! Oh well. More to come and I am really happy you all like it!! (I start crying like I just won an award or something) Thank You!! ^-^ I love you all. Wait . don't run away. J/k Sorry I like being stupid, I'll shut up now.