Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter One

I had thought that my senior year of high school would be typical. The type of typical that makes you yawn with boredom at its sheer mention. I wanted tacky prom pictures, a pretty girl to cart around to all of my friends parties on the upscale side of town, and more importantly a course load that did not require more work from me than showing up maybe three days a week. I longed to have my last year of high school be nothing but normal, I wanted typical, painfully typical. However, normal was the furthest thing from what I got. No one could have told me the kind of roller coaster ride I was in for. It started out with that joyful feeling of adrenaline flowing through my veins and ended with that vomit inducing feeling that I simply missed the best part while my eyes squeezed shut. Every single one of those highs and lows started at the same place; at the feet of the infamous, breath taking and ever mysterious Chelsea Carson.

It all started on a typical night on the east side of Manhattan. I had my head rested on my best friend’s lap as we giggled about something one of his friends said for across the room. His parents thousand dollar stereo system was sending loud music through the entire living room and if you paid enough attention you could easily see how the vibrations sent waves through the cheap beer in our solo cups. At least fifty teenagers were pressed tightly together on the dance floor that his foyer created; all of them sweaty, happy, and swaying to the over played song that someone put on repeat at least half an hour ago. This was a typical Saturday night for us and it was just the way I liked it. Well except for that gloomy cloud that had been hanging over my head for the last week that I just couldn’t kick.

“Hey Sophie” Wyatt called down to me over the loud music as one of his large hand ran through my raven curls. “Are you excited to start school Monday?” The excitement in his voice almost made me laugh out loud. He had been going on about this for weeks. Everything about being a senior, to him, seemed like this magical rite of passage into the adult world. I couldn’t agree with him though. Honestly, I didn’t want my last real summer to end. This was the last time I’d walk through the high schools doors with that uncomfortable feeling of first day jitters. This time next year I’d be packing up to go off to college and all of my old friends would be doing the same.

 “Not really, it is school after all” I sighed from his lap. I had been down all night long no matter how hard Wyatt was trying to cheer me up. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood to party tonight.

He didn’t waste any time once he saw my frown again and shone one of those beautiful smiles of his down at me. “Oh come on sweetheart, it won’t be that bad. Plus if it is it’ll be over in what eight months’ time?”

“I guess you have a point” I agreed with a slight nod.

“Of course I do. Now be a doll and go get us some more beer from my kitchen before those jocks drink it all. Besides, you’ve only had a cup tonight. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” He waved one of his fingers at me playfully as I rolled my eyes. I didn’t really want to leave Wyatt’s side tonight. I just didn’t really want to be here for some reason. Everyone was so excited about the start of the new school year and most of me wanted nothing to do with it. I didn’t want high school to end. I liked things the way they were. This new year was just the start of my entire life changing. However, even though I didn’t want to I still pulled my body up from the couch like Wyatt asked and grabbed both of our cups from the coffee table in front of us. At least I could still drink, no matter what this year had in store for me.

As I walked away from him, my converse sliding in the spilt ice on the hardwood floor, Wyatt blew me a small kiss. Another one of those large smiles spread across his young face. It was pretty hard in my opinion to be upset around Wyatt, he always had a way of cheering everyone up, that’s why so many people liked him, but it just wasn’t working for me tonight. I really would have just liked to lay in my bed tonight, my favorite song turned up all the way on my iPhone, and a piping hot mug of hot chocolate between my hands as I watched whatever movie I could find online.