oy I've been so bored today. I wrote out my process to planning a story and making an OC. It's on my freewebs site in the journal 'and she says...'
oh and please note, I DON'T have spell check. When I got my laptop they didn't give me the code for Microsoft word so I have to use Wordpad.
If it hadn't been for the paint on my hands I'd have clapped my hands over my mouth. Troy just looked at his shirt, then at me with that same crooked smile.
"Demi... I'll give Troy a clean shirt, you go change..." Leon said, picking up a rag and wiping his hands. he tossed it to me and headed out, leading Troy to his room. I wiped my hands and ran up to my room, changing into newer cleaner jeans and just took off the shirt, leaving me in the Gir tank top underneath. I pulled my hair from the ponytail and fixed it as best i could when there was a knock.
"Come in." The door opened and Troy walked in wearing one of Leon's old Iron Maiden shirts. Troy went to sit in the bubble chair and I sat on my Matteress. "What's up?" I asked.
"Sharpay told Gabi." He nodded.
"And?" I crossed my legs and hugged my big lime green body pillow. I was prepared for the worst, before Troy could say anything the door burst open and mom walked in.
"Troy, do you like Orange juice?" she asked. Troy looked at me, before looking at her.
"Umm... yeah." He nodded.
"Good." Mom grinned and hurried off, closing the door behind her. My parents trust me not to do anything stupid with them in the house. It helps that I am probably the most paranoid person this side of Russia, I'm so convinced they'd know if I was doing anything against the rules I tend to be a very good kid. Once I took an extra cookie and I ended up going to them before I ate it crying about how I'd broken a rule, that pretty much set it for them, they had successfully raised a chicken. It was a proud day for them, really it was.
"Anyway." I waved her off. "What did Gabriella say."
"She was mad." Troy nodded. "I guess she doesn't really trust us." I frowned and bit my lower lip. There was no reason not to trust Troy, just me.
"Really?" I asked, my voice hoarse with the effort it took to keep it from cracking.
"Yeah." Troy sighed. "She said she saw how I looked at you and you looked at me. She's convinced I'm cheating on her with you." Troy rolled his eyes. I pressed my face into the pillow until I was sure my blush was gone and I looked up.
"The way You look at me and I look at you?" I bit my lip again.
"I don't know." Troy shook his head. "She's just upset about the party thing I guess." I looked away again.
"Yeah probably." I nodded.
"She'll get over it, eventually, until then, well I can just hang out with friends right?" Troy grinned. I couldn't help but smile, something about Troy's smile was so infectious, I don't even think He realized how big n effect his smile had on people. After a moment I managed to snap myself out of the smile induced Coma and stood. I grabbed my book off the unfolded desk and went to put it in it's spot on the shelves. When I get nervous I do one of two things, I clean, or I cook. Seeing as I don't have a kitchen in my bedroom and walking out to go bake a cake, or help my mom make orange juice, would be rude, I got to cleaning. I shut down my lap top and went to plug it into the charger. Then I refolded my desk. While I did this Troy got up and went to the shelves and looked over my book collection.
"You have a very strange taste in books." He commented. I had been going through a pile of magazines and looked over my shoulder at him.
"What?" I asked, standing up and walking over.
"Flowers in the Attic, My Sweet Audrina, The Looking Glass Wars. One of these things is not like the others." Troy sang the last part.
"I happen to like V.C. Andrews and Wonderland." I nearly stuck my tongue out, but after what happened in the auditorium I thought better of it.
"Hey." Troy lit up like a Christmas tree and slipped past me to the corner. "Come on, guitar lesson." He grabbed the guitar and smiled at me.
"Now?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, You've helped me in Biology, got me an A on my last test, now I'm holding up my end of the deal." Troy beckoned me over and I followed with a sigh. He pulled the guitar over my head and we went to my matteress. "Okay, put your fingers here, now here." I sort of drifted out, doing what he told me, doing my best not to mess up. He was actually a surprisingly good teacher.
"Like this?" I asked, when he tried to explain the chords. He laughed and shook his head.
"Not exactly. Here." He came up behind me bringing his arms around me to position them. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to keep my mind on the guitar, instead of how warm he was, how good he smelled, like Irish Spring soap. I closed my eyes and breathed in quickly before looking back at him.
"Okay." I said quietly. He didn't move, just stayed there with his arms wrapped around me.
"You smell like Vanilla." He whispered so I barely heard him.
"Yeah, it's my shampoo." I was shaking, I was shaking like a leaf. He looked down at me and after a moment of just looking at each other he leaned in and kissed me. Without a second thought I kissed him back and his hands slid down to my waist. A car door slamming brought us both back to life and we jumped awa from eachother like we had a disease. I pulled the strap over my head and put the guitar in the stand.
"I-I sould..." Troy just turned and ran down, I went to the window to see him run across to his house and, of course, Gabriella was in the driveway, it was her car that had snapped us out of it.