This book was a random idea that came to me in the late hours of the night. It is written entirely in Adalia's point of view, in the form of journal entries. It is a light-hearted short story. Thanks for reading and please enjoy.
For winding_road, one of my best friends and my author-spiration.
[ August 7, 2014 - ]
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Adalia's Journal Entry #1
Hand holding.
An art, a pleasure, a strange addiction. You can touch someone in such a simple way, but it can have the ability to leave such a lasting effect.
One of the most romantic gestures--so innocent, so beautiful.
When two people's fingers lace together like a needle and thread, one's thoughts can go crazy, their hands tingling with sparks.
In the earliest phases of a relationship, you hold hands. When others see two people side-by-side, fingers interlocked, they know that both people are off limits. It's like a large neon sign that says "TAKEN".
It also, in some cases, may be completely accidental. When you are passing someone in the hall at school, your hand may incidentally slip into the grip of another for only a second. It could be magical, it could be disastrous. That's the beauty of a hand-hold. You can find someone and be able to tell if there is a connection, just from placing your hands in the other's hold.
In my case, there were sparks. So many sparks, however, that I thought my arm was being electrocuted or was falling asleep. It was the finale of a Fourth of July fireworks show, and I got to feel it firsthand. It was a second-long adrenaline rush--the high that you feel after riding a motor cycle or go skydiving. It was a small little miracle, all playing out in the veins of my body.
It was Nolan Conley.
He was nobody special, but neither was I. We were both average; people knew us, but for nothing extraordinary. I took honors classes, so did he. I did after-school sports, so did he. We met the same educational and extra-curricular criteria, yet were polar opposites when it came to personality.
He was an A-Class Lazy Ass, whilst I was a go-getter, a doer. I didn't procrastinate; it wasn't in my nature. He, however, was perfectly content with waiting all summer to start the required reading. He didn't study until the period before the test. He preferred waking up five minutes before he had to leave for school.
It was pure insanity.
I couldn't fathom how someone could be so carefree, so insouciant. I'd lived my entire life with a plan, a foundation. I knew my roots, but I knew the tip of the tree as well. From an early age, I had already picked my career choice and stuck to it. All of my hard work in school was for my future, I spent no time dilly-dallying. I never did anything "just for the hell of it", there always had to be a reason.
When our palms met, I forgot about my future. I forgot about everything having a reason, and I just went for it. For that brief pause in time was an eye-opener for me. What if there is more out there for me than what I've planned?
It's dumb though, thinking I can alter my life because of one guy. One unorganized, sloppy, chaotic being that was Nolan Conley.
I convinced myself that I had to stay away from him. Anyone that could make me feel something so real, so quickly, was obviously dangerous. He was the devil with no horns, as far as I was concerned.
After our little moment in the hall, we unhooked hands, coughed awkwardly, and continued our journey to the next class. That's what it was--awkward. But it was also something more, something that I couldn't explain with words.
It kept me up in the middle of the night, but I wish it didn't. If only it didn't have such an effect on me, because I know it didn't have an effect on him. That was the sad truth, and I had to get over myself.
Josie told me that he was hot and I should go for it. I wasn't sure what she meant by "go for it", but it probably had something to do with getting romantically involved with him, which was out of the question. She was a believer in love, soul mates, and high school sweethearts, while I knew there was no such thing. "Love" was just an over exaggerated feeling of lust, a heightened sense of hormones. People could never fall in love, for there were far more important things in life than that. For example, Romeo and Juliet. They see each other at a ball, immediately fall in love, then die for each other after a short period of time. In reality, if someone were to fall in love so quickly, they'd be classified as crazy. Their senses were clouded by lust, blinded by a large amount of sexual tension. There was no love.
I'm not an ignorant person. I know that a select few people experience such emotions, but it's very rare. I think of people as a dormant volcano, and love as the lava that pours out once it is awoken--only a small group ever erupt again. Love is awoken by a couple of people in this world, but none are present in my life. I was okay with that though, I didn't need love.
It's stupid of people to think that they can't function without someone by their side.
Dad tought me that. He knew more than anyone that love wasn't real. He found that out from my mother. I didn't have a mom. Well, technically there had to be an egg to Dad's sperm, but I didn't have a legitimate motherly figure. I was simply the product of a one-night stand, the leftovers from a short-term relationship. Not even a relationship. Mom left me with Dad, and then she took off. Simple as that. We rarely talked about her, not because she was a taboo subject, but because we had nothing to say.
I had to block any thoughts of Nolan from my brain, so I used a technique that I learned from Cody on Suite Life on Deck. Every time I thought of him, I would take the rubberband on my wrist and pluck it, inflicting a small amount of pain. Eventually, my mind would learn not to think of him. Hopefully.
I'll tell you how it goes.
Until next time,
Adalia
