Chapter Two: The BeginningA Chapter by The old meI’ll back up a bit in the story. It’s better if you know some of my back story so you don’t think I’m completely crazy and suicidal. My name is Charlie Pierce. I’m eighteen. I have very short brown hair with green-ish eyes, nothing too special. I live with my father, James, in the graceful city of San Francisco. It’s been my home for all of my life. This city can be soul crushing to me sometimes, well actually all the time. It’s not like the city itself kills me, just the people that live here. Mainly all the girls I know. Girls can be harsh and cold. And they do it in such a way that you actually never feel when they stab you in the back. I do have a bitter past with them, but I always felt a sense of hope that things could change. Oh how wrong I was. It all starts with my best friend. What can I say about my best friend? My best friend, Alison Bright. I called her Alice for short. It’s hard to summarize such an amazing person but I’ll try my best. She was my same age, blonde long hair, with the most beautiful blue eyes that were highlighted by a chain of different eye liners color every day. And a laugh that just brighten up the entire room. Though a lot of people thought her laugh was annoying. I thought it was kind of a cute quality. She was always there for me. She was my stone. She kept me strong for a number of months after all the crap I had received from those other harsh girls that were in my life. The key was, the only reason I was going after those other girls was because Alison didn’t want to be more than friends. Alison was my equal, more like my perfect blend of everything I wanted in my life. She fit the physical type I liked. She was strong but weak enough to let me in to help her if I could. I was always there to help her solve her problems; it was what I was good for. She loved my type of humor which allowed me to be myself all the time. She was very smart, far beyond my own intelligence but she never made me feel stupid. And the more and more I was with her, the more my feelings for her grew. I just knew nothing more could come from it. Our friendship started with us trying to date. But after one date, I’m guessing, an unsuccessful date, we decided to be only friends. I was cool with it at first till my feelings for her became non platonic. I knew everything about her and she knew everything about me, but in the end, she just never could feel the same way. I text Alice while we are in separate classes. “So movie night soon?” “I’m not sure when I’m free.” “Well I can find someone else then.” “Fine, cheat on me. B*****d” “Fine. I won’t cheat on you. You’re the only girl for me, which watches movies with me and is blonde.” “Yay. By the way, I’m so sick of this.” “Sick of what?” “Not being asexual.” “Wow.” “Hey, a girl needs her fix.” “I wish I could help you.” “I’m just picky; I’ll see you after class.” Don’t most of these long time friendships end up like this? One of the friends catches stronger feelings then the other one, and then chaos begins. It’s just life. And this is the situation I’m stuck in. © 2011 The old meFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on May 1, 2011 Last Updated on June 17, 2011 AuthorThe old meLos Angeles, CAAboutIf you notice some of my work is gone, that is because it is. I trimed down to put only a few on the site. Message me if you want to know anything about me. I'm an open book more..Writing
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