Friday, September 1, 2006

writting class- the limitations!!!!!
My writting teacher must hate me, she's making the 10 students in my grade write a group project where we have to use a song to inspire our text... any way, I got such a good reaction to my yaoi themed story before that i'm gonna share my pratice shot at this project (lovey-dovey fluff only) with you guys. But i modified it a bit it's inspired by both a picture and a song.
The picture is at: http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/shounen/shounen173.jpg
and the song is Elton John's "Your Song" the lyrics of which are here: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eltonjohn/yoursong.html
So yeah, here is my first romantic story in about 2 years....
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‘Why can’t I look away? His eyes, they hold so much power over me...

It’s scary, why am I so nervous all of sudden? It’s not like he’s a stranger, well at least I didn’t think he was, then again he has changed a lot over the summer... Did I?

That smile, I’ve seen it so often, why haven’t I ever noticed how cute it is... Wait, what am I thinking...'
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Entranced, and confused as he stares at his approaching friend of many years, he manages to arouse suspicion in his younger counterpart. Trying to conceal the nervous terror bubbling inside he smiles back and waves over the crowd of students between them. But the blond doesn’t miss the strange expression in his friend’s eyes, not that he’s overly concerned, after all people do change in two months, especially when they’re still under the stress of finding out their oldest friend is gay.

A usual gesture becomes pure turmoil when the blonde hugs his friend, a simple brotherly embrace sends the brunet into a tumbling flurry of mixed emotion, torn between wanting to hold the other for hours and throwing him off in fear of his own reaction, the harsh words of his family ringing in his ears.

Forbidden from seeing his friend outside of school, the only time his parents had no control, it was strange for him to realise that he was the same. He shared the same forbidden desires, or at least that was what his body seemed to be telling him by making his head spin and his stomach clench with the nerves usually attributed to shy love.

A tolling bell, and the friends are separated once more. The brunet’s inner-turmoil continues as he desperately tries to decipher the emotions that torment his heart. He thinks long and hard on the longing he has felt all summer, the longing for a brother like friend? or the longing to gaze upon a secret love? His indecision burns inside, lost in a sea of new feelings he makes a fragile resolution to discover the truth of his own heart’s desire.

Meanwhile, the blond tries to decipher his friend’s odd behaviour. The theories chase each other inside his mind, creating a swirling vortex of confusion. He revises every possible explanation over and over, trying to make sense of it. Growing more and more afraid that his dearest friend, his most precious love, could hate him. The usually steadfast resolution he possesses slowly breaks into a fearful uncertainty.

The lunch bell rings, the swell of students pours into the halls that echo with the slow and heavy footsteps of two friends bearing the weight of fear and worry. An awkward hello and silent walk away from the crowds; the two are now confronted by their uncertainties. Unable to look into the older boy’s face the blond turns away;

“You hate me now don’t you? Just like you parents. They finally convinced you to turn against me...”

“No I just... I...”

The brunet is suddenly faced with his very angry friend who stares him down.

“You what? You feel awkward around me? You worry I’ll try something with you? I thought you knew me... I thought you had realised by now, I love you, and I’d never do anything to you. That’s it isn’t you finally noticed and I scare you now!”

Not waiting for an answer, he storms off in his rage, blinded by the tears that threaten to burst forth. His friend barely catches up, throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. Whispering, breathless from his run;

“I think... that I... I love... you.”
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So that's that, my first fluff in ages... wow i still don't mind it 2 days later, what a miracle :D.
Catch ya later
-Aidelle
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