"Based on a True Story" Notes I

She sat next to me, looking out at the water. I couldn't stop staring at her. Being close enough to her I could smell her. She smelled so good. I was already half in love with her, and now I was glad I had her to myself. She kicked her feet in the dark water. I put my hand down on top of hers. She jumped a little, pulling away. "Sorry," She mumbled.

"No, it's okay." I pulled my hand away smiling at her. She looked down and then replaced her hand. I tried again. She understood. 

She was great to hold hands with. She didn't sweat too much, and she moved her fingers around so I wasn't holding onto nothing. She let me play with her fingers when she talked. I don't even know what we talked about. She told me about her job. About weird locals. Old men who asked her to come home with them to cook them dinner. I told her about weirdos at my school. She told me about this boy who had a huge tongue and needed surgery. I told her about how I broke my ribs when I was seven. She told me about a brain tumor she had when she was fourteen. Now she was seventeen and beautiful. We held hands and kicked our feet in the water. 

"Are you glad you said yes?"

She looked over at me. "I think I am."

"You think? I have been a terrific date."

She smiled. "I have no point of reference."

"What? You're kidding."

"Nope."

"You?" 

She shrugged.

 "I've only dated one girl before, though, so I'm not a stud." I admitted. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand. 

"More than me."

"I seriously don't buy that. What about middle school? How many boyfriends did you have when you were in middle school?"

"None. I was out of school."

I looked down. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

She laughed a little. "I don't know if it counts, but my gay cousin taught me how."

"I'll say it counts." I said smiling at her.

"I mean, she taught me pretty well. It was the summer before I went to the hospital, and she had me practice a lot."

"Wait, if it's a lesbian I don't know if that counts."

"Then I've never been kissed."

"Huh."

"Is that weird?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Good. I was worried."

I looked at her. "Do you secretly hate me?" I asked suddenly.

"What? No."

"Okay."

"Why would you ask that?"

"I just didn't want you to like resent me or anything."

"Why?"

"I want to kiss you."

"You do?"

"I've never kissed a girl who kissed like a lesbian."

"I bet that means I'm lousy."

"It's pretty easy."

She looked at me. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Don't do it now, I want to make it feel more normal."

"Whatever you say."

She took my hand in hers and we sat there. 

"Did I tell you that you looked really nice tonight?" I said softly.

"No." She looked up.

"You look very nice tonight."

"Thank you." She held my hand with both of hers and we sat there.

I reached over with my other hand, touching her under her chin. With one touch her head moved to the side. I leaned in very close to her lips. She filled in the remaining space. Her lips tasted like peppermint. There are several reasons why I am thankful for lesbians. This is one of them. I never knew kissing could be so perfect. We kissed. She let go of my hand. Without any help, she moved her hands through my hair. It felt so nice. I moved my hand around her waist, pressing it into her opposite hip. 

Her mouth tasted like coke. She hadn't been drinking. She was just drinking coke. 

I was in love. I knew it.

Thoughts?

I've noticed I've got some people looking at my last post. Have you read the original? Are you interested in a new version? I am trying to make the story more interesting. Let me know in a short comment. I'm pretty sure you don't have to own a blog to comment. I am just curious. The last time I went in for a rewrite people got mad at me. I just want to know if someone cares.

Last Place You Look Rewrite in the Works

I am currently dabbling around with a "Last Place You Look" rewrite. I finished the first chapter and will be working to see if I can pull this together. I will try not to abandon this, but who knows. I will be keeping a lot of the same characters, maybe change some names, but nothing huge.

I have just been rereading and finding a lot of things I thought I could have done better, which I decided to try to see if I could. I just want to finish a project and figure this might be a nice chance. I already rewrote this story once, but it's been a good three or four years since I've touched it.

Let's give it a try.

I was just rereading "Last Place You Look" while listening to The Early November. That story changed me. I don't remember who I was when I wrote them, I just remember exactly how everything appeared in my mind while writing.

Elisa was exactly who I wanted to be. I am following in her footsteps, slowly but surely. I applied for a job at a coffeeshop, finally. I had my first interview today.

Thank you if you read those stories, or are reading those stories. You changed my life. I wrote them for you.

We hit 10,000 views on Last Place You Look. Amazingness.

I might come back.

I have a story brewing, and it seems to fit the content of this penname. We'll see.

"Either Or"

I have told you about this story on here, I think. It came to me a few months ago- probably over the summer- and it's just flourished in my mind as something actually solid. I'm titling it "Either Or" for now, but I think it'll stick. It fits the idea of the story pretty well, in a lot of ways actually. And I'm really excited about it, so read on for my gushing:

My writing process is non-existent I guess. But I recently started trying to flesh out ideas for stories that were more original. At least, more original in terms of the few story plots in the Sarah Dessen catagories. Reading some of these stories- especially mine- they're all about one relationship -it's growth is the back-bone of the story: rising events, climax, and denuemet (sp?) and all. But I started writing "Lazarus" and this, and I realized that my first stories worked stories worked (while "All We Ever Needed" failed), and wanted to go to the next level.

"Lazarus" isn't so far from "Perfect Kisses" or "Last Place" but it's at least out of Kerrington, and I hope more real and better written. With "Either Or" I want to completely depart from that writing style for a little while and try it out.

It's told from a boy's POV, who is unlike Will and more likeable and funny- I think. But I'm going to make it more about him. Not about his sex life. (Laugh please, I'm not being harsh and bitter.) Plus, I'm adding more themes and symbols and totally sprucing up my writing even more. I hope I keep it going. I can totally see the main character and hear him, so it'll be good. At least I'd read it if I stumbled upon it on FanFiction.

Anyways, get ready. I'm starting writing now, and then posting it when I finish "Lazarus", which will hopefully be by the middle of spring, but probably by summer.