Chapter One

You can just tell
Somethings just change your life.
Everyone has one of these things.


For some people its a divorce.
For some it's sex.


Some people change when they have kids.
Some never stop being kids.


Sometimes all it takes is a 'Hello'.
Sometimes it's just a boy.


I hate taking the bus
But I didn't have a choice today,
my ride was AWOL.
By 'my ride', I mean my Dad.
But this time, Dad equaled ride.


He wasn't home when I woke up.
Must have been at work still.
That man is never home,
but he usually gets me to school.


But no, not today.
He's out who-knows-where,
doing who-knows-what.
With I-know-who.


My dad is a great guy, really.
But all great men can fall,
when the right whore shows up.
and Laurin was the right whore.


At least I didn't have to walk.


Vibrating down the road
The bus was a long & lonely ride.
It was loud & frantic, as I guess
most buses usually are.


We pulled up to the front of the school,
and filed out of the bus like ants
going back to their ant hill.


This is where we work.
Work to impress our parents.
Work to surpass each other.


This is where we socialize.
The whores in the hallways.
The dealers in the parking lot.


This is where I find Nolan.
He's not in the halls, or in the lot.
He's in front of the school.


In front of the school waiting for
my Dad's pickup truck to pull up.
But it's not going to.


If you insist
Hey Em,
Don't you usually get a ride from your dad?


He was right, I usually did.
But not today, my father wasn't around.


"Yeah, I usually do. But he was up late last night.
He's been spending a lot of time at work"


That's what he told me,
I'm not sure how true it was.


Oh, Did you need a ride?
Like, after school.


"That would be great,
are you sure it isn't any trouble?"


Of course it wasn't any trouble.
He doesn't seem to ever be doing much.


He gives me rides home once in a while.
He's always been nothing but kind to me.


When you're around him, he just lets you feel
relaxed, like there's nothing to worry about.


Anticipation
Class seemed to go on forever.
Knowing that I would be let go soon
didn't help.


I'm a very inpatient person.
So I start placing my books
in my bag.


Hoping it would make time
suddenly speed up.
It didn't.


I felt anxious, as if I was waiting.
Anticipating some horrible,
or amazing


event that was about to take place.
But what was about to happen?
I didn't know.


Do you ever get excited for nothing?
Like when the music slowly goes faster
in a movie.


It builds you up, makes you hold your breath.
Waiting for that something, that you don't
even know yet.


Why is it so exciting if you don't know
what you will be seeing after those
few moments

of anticipation.

I apologize if you do not like my writing style.
I prefer to write in verse-like format,
but I would not consider my story a poem.

The part where you said "But this time, Dad equaled ride" is repetative because it's obvious from the line before. You don't have to use "my" every time you say "my dad' just dad is clear enough. A few spelling and grammar errors but you writing is definitely interesting.. more... more mwahahaha. It does read more like a poem though, not because of the "verses" but because of the repetition and short sentences. You're off to a good start.

Thanks for the advice :)

Chapter Two

Finally
The bell rang and I went for my locker.
As I came closer I notice I wasn't the only one
aiming to get there.

I seen Nolan down the hall, making his way
towards my locker. He seemed to be scanning around
to see if I was coming.

Of course I was, where else would I be?
It's not like I ever leave school sick,
or sneak off to make-out like some of the others.

Oh there you are
He smiled.

"Of course, could you still give me that ride?"
Please?

That's why I'm here, isn't it?
Yes, I know.

I shoved my binder & book into my bag,
and threw it on my back.

He smiled at me, and I smiled back.
Then we made our way towards his pickup.

Awkward
I've known Nolan for what feels like forever.
We meet each other in 3rd grade.
He was in the same class as me,
& has been ever since.

As we got older, we became even closer.
He was my best friend.
We spend many days playing,
& many nights laughing in the dark.

Since we were so close,
our parents didn't mind us having sleep overs.
We would stay up nearly all night,
talking in my room, laughing.

Eventually I began to develop feelings for him.
Feelings that were very confusing,
feelings that could possibly end it all.
It can be sort of hard, loving your best friend.

It was never awkward around Nolan.
Even if I had these feelings for him,
I had never told him.
Maybe things would we awkward if I did?

Of course I've thought about telling him,
I even came very close one night.
But I decided it would be best,
if I just kept it all to myself.

I have too much time
All to myself.
The only time I don't
is when I'm hanging out,
with Nolan.

"Did you want to stay over for awhile?"
I asked as we pulled into my driveway.
I didn't really want to be alone.

Sure Em, But not too late.
I have plans later tonight.
But hey, did you want to
join me?

I never really hung out with
any of Nolans other friends.
Not that there's anything
wrong with them.

"Sure, but who do you have plans with?"

I think there's a game on or something,
so Aaron wanted to get a few guys together.

"A few guys? This sounds kinda like
a lame boys-night type thing."

Sounds like. But don't worry,
most of them are bringing their
girlfriends too. So you won't be
the only girl there. He said getting
out of the driver side door.

Girlfriend? Is that what he thinks of me as?
Oh my, maybe he does feel like I do.

Confrontation
We sat on the couch watching Dr.Phil,
the topic of the day being relationships.

"Nolan, have you wondered what it would be like?"

What do you mean? What what would be like?

"Like, if we dated?"
I can't believe I just asked that.
I have to hold my breath as I wait
for his answer.

Ohh Em. You know I have.
You're my best friend,
you know I love you already.
We just haven't brought up anything
like this.

Really? Does that mean he likes me.
Okay he loves me, but as a friend?
Why are boys so confusing.
"You know, I've thought about it a lot.."

He moved a little bit closer,
putting his hand on mine.

So have I.

I looked him in the eyes,
trying to get a hint of what
he wanted me to say.
But I don't think he wanted me to say anything.