This story is dedicated to Genny (SemiEmoDinosaur). She's an amazing, beautiful, talented, strong, and all around kind girl. She is basically my main inspiration on starting and getting into Wattpad. So, thanks. I ran into her on Omegle a while back and when I did, i died inside a little from fangirling so hard and making God knows how many nonhuman noises. I would definitely recommend reading all of her stories;The Never Ending Phanfiction, Rope in My Bag, Scars. (I think Scars is no longer available, but it was absolutely amazing. If I had a dollar for every time I've cried during her stories...) Anywhore, this is for her. I love you so damn much, Genny. (Raise your glass for Internet friends/acquaintances, am I right?)
This is a 'Creative Story' essay that I had to write at the end of the year in English. (Basically it was the only thing I was so excited and had to wait all damn year for in English class. Since it's finally something close to Fan Fiction.) It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, considering it's school and I had to avoid the Gay relationships, angst, smut, and graphics. But, here I am. I'm putting it on Wattpad, so it can be my way and my way only. It's going to be almost exact to the essay, since I am copying it straight from the final copy, but I'm adding in a little bit of-how do I say this- spice. I always used to write stuff like this, like imagines and such, in my daily 'Writers' Journal' we had in class. Luckily, she never picked me. Most of the time, that is. But, that's another story... If you want to hear my other stories I had, then tell me. So, I'm just rambling... sorry. You've probably already skipped all of this. Nevertheless, here it goes. Sorry if I disappoint.
Chris was sitting alone in his flat, he lived in London with his boyfriend. Well, he used to. He's by himself now. He no longer makes dinner for two, nor does he play two player rounds of Sonic the Hedgehog. Denying the pain of his best mate parting with him, he sat up and clicked on the telly. The X-factor auditions were playing.
"I remember when we used to sit down here, " Chris' mind began to wander. "We used ot sit here and judge all the hopefuls, as if we were Simon bloody Cowell himself." He found himself smiling. "I also remember us always filming our funny videos together. The one time we did the, err, 'Chubby Bunny Challenge' and the rabbit shaped marshmallows were everywhere! Haha, we were so close. The day before you left for travelling, I was pretty anxious... I wanted you safe, PJ. But, I needed to be, too. You kept me stable through all of my ups and downs. When my mum died, when I didn't get accepted to uni, when I felt like I had no one, even though I always had you. It's over now, though. You've packed and left, taking my soul with you. Now, I just feel like a clam without its pearl. A worthless, empty, ugly, boring shell. It was supposed to be temporary, us sharing this flat. Before you went on your trip, we were supposed to do so many things! Since you were so busy planning, we never had time to. You were always locked tight in your room, planning. You never let me see though, since it was "too complex" and a surprise. Well, you were the best at surprises! Super sneaky, and no one ever sees them coming! Like the party we held for Phil on his 24th. I bet you miss Phil, too. And Dan, of course. We all had so much fun together. "The Fantastic Foursome" we had called ourselves. I was always closest to you, though. As Dan was to Phil. We had a bond like no other. I was myself around you. You were yourself around me. Why couldn't you have just shown me the details of your trip? I could've come with you, kept you company. I wish i could go visit you now. The guys miss you. I miss you, PJ. I really hope the trip is going well, but babe? Come back soon. We can be the perfect couple again, cuddling on the couch with a Doctor Who marathon, I could bring you kinder hippos everyday like I did, you could do that thing you do. What was it? Oh yeah, be you. But, most of all, we can do all the things we didn't get to. See you soon, okay? Okay."
Chris was now, in a ball, crying into the sofa pillow. Reminisce, it was all he could do. But, PJ would be back soon, of course. He just knew it.
I hope y'all enjoyed, there will be more soon. Tell me if it's worth continuing on here or not. P.S. The story is four pages long, front and back. Just thought you'd like to know. Thanks. (:
