Well, hello there! This site has been my guilty pleasure for years, but only today I decided to write my first story. It's just a quick drabble about my the American version of The Office, my current obsession. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Any feedback would be appreciated, I am always open to constructive criticism.
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I've always been scared of change.
When I was 6, it took me months to accept my new baby brother as a member of the family.
At 8, I ate a jelly sandwich on white bread with no crusts every day for lunch until my mom refused to make them anymore.
When I was 11, I tried to fake sick on the first day of middle school, even after the doctor confirmed that I had no fever and my aches and pains were figments of my imagination.
At 16, I avoided getting my license like all my friends, preferring instead the cozy passenger seat in my dad's old Volvo.
At 18, Roy had to pursue me for nearly a year before I finally agreed to date him. He was strong, steady, and safe.
And that's why now, more than 10 years later, I'm still with Roy. He may be self-absorbed, and routine, but he's all I know. The thought of leaving him terrifies me.
And that's why when Jim looks at me like that, his eyes so deep and full of longing that I freeze, I look away. And I pretend like I don't know.