Stories by a Confused and Sleep-Deprived Teenager

It Started With A Scare

| It Started With A Scare |

We all know that kid.

The boy that everyone always loves, even the adults.

It just so happened that she met him through a friend who, along with other friends of hers, also adored the oh so lovable boy. He's nerdy, sporty, smart, and very, very tall. Compared to the smaller girl, that is.

It was a cold October night. Everyone was gathering with friends to go to the local fright fair that was held annually. The girl's friend had invited her along with a whole bunch of other people, but she never liked big crowds. She never liked having to constantly bide for peoples' attention, even for the shortest amount of time. They always seemed to lose intesrest in her.

So she stayed with the boy.

They chatted and joked the whole time. He always seemed to want to talk to her, and she appreciated that. He held her hand and comforted her when she got scared, which happened to be a lot, despite the girl saying how jump scares didn't effect her. He stayed next to her and hugged her when she got cold. Something no one had actually done for her before. Through the haunted hay rides, haunted houses, and zombie runs, he was right there with her.

The whole fair wasn't that fun overall. There were too many people on line for the attractions, it was freezing cold, and very dirty. But the small handful of friends she had, especially the boy, made the whole night worth remembering.

After that night she kept in touch with the "adorable" boy. Over the weeks they learned more about each other, about eachother's interests and hobbies, about them overall.

It was thrilling for the girl. She had an actual guy friend and they talked almost everyday. He always wanted to know more about the girl, and she about the boy. He always made fun of her tickleishness and her cowardness and she got him back with anything that she could. Though she could never actually fight back with anything useful.

They messed around with literature and stories. She would write her own little stories and show the boy, while the boy did the same. Until one day, he wanted her to write a story about him. He never was specific on what, he just insisted she write it.

So she did.

She types away trying to think of the right words to pull the story together. To please the boy who has been begging her to write for a while. She was proud of her story, but she didn't know how to end it. So she sat there staring at the screen, stumped. She just didn't know how, because why end stories that just aren't meant to have endings yet?

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-Dedicated to a dear friend of mine.

You know who you are.