hey witty(:
I'm jmstories.
I've always love writing for fun, but I have never done a full, good story. The story I am writing currently is untitled, so feel free to comment with title ideas and feedback! It may start off slow because I'm pretty busy with school and sports, but I'll try my best.
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hey guys,
sorry i
haven't been writing..not that i even have readers yet
because i just started haha. but anyways, i realized that i
should probably have most of my story written before i post it on
here, so i don't leave you hanging. so i'm gunna take
some time and just write off the computer...and when i have
enough i will start posting again. so just let me know if you
want me to tell ya when i put some new stuff up, thanks a
bunch!
jmstories
Untitled.
ideas?
chapter
two.
This may seem okay,
like Oh yay! Mary's gotta crush! But it's
really not. I have had many crushes over the past few years, but
only on boyfriend. Pathetic, right? And I'm not even sure if
I can call him a boyfriend. We went out for like a week last
year, in eighth grades. So it's not like we went anywhere. I
guess it's good I haven't had any serious relationships
yet, because my dad is so
overprotective! He claims I shouldn't be bringing a
boy home anytime soon. But a girl can dream right? Suddenly, I
felt a hard jab to my back.
"Ow!" I whisper-shouted
at Dylan. He chuckled with satisfaction. I really hope he's
laughing with me, not at me.
"When does class end?"
Typical Dylan, too lazy to look at the huge poster with all
the class times.
"Uh, like, two minutes,"
I answered while try to cram pounds of school books into my ratty
old backpack. Dylan slouched in his so his legs were ramming into
my back.
"Get your knees out of my
butt," I scoffed, holding back my smile.
"Get your butt off my
knees," he yelled right back, not bothering to hide his
grin. I sighed, frustrated and when to pick my bag up off the
floor. Dylan stood up quickly and stuck his foot into the strap.
"Oh no! My foot is stuck in your bag! What the heck? Get it
off!" he yelled, obviously acting. I began cracking up,
figuring he would give it back when the bell rang. Wrong.
"Hey Dylan! Wait," I
screamed after him as he dragged my bag towards the door.
"Ah, get it off, get it
off," he repeated with every step. When he was one pace from
the door, he stepped out of my bag easily and continued on
without even saying goodbye.
sorry, short. feedback?
Untitled.
ideas?
chapter
one.
"Hi
Mary," Dylan said in a way that made him sound stupid, but
for some reason it made my heart pound.
"Hey Dyl," I smiled
back. I went to take my place in the seat in front of him, but he
quickly propped his feet up on it.
"Haha," he smirked.
"Ugh, c'mon!" I
whined. I stared at his feet, knowing I would blush hard the
minuted I looked into his glass green eyes.
"Maaaa-ry!" he taunted;
for some reason we was entertained by my name, I liked that
thought. I took a peed and saw his hugely awkward dimples take
over his face. NO NO NO NO! I am not falling
for him! Dylan is one of those kids. Yanno, he's not super
popular, but he is friends with all the right people. And I'm
just me. With hazel eyes and auburn hair, all I do is Blend in.
"Hello...?" he said, pulling me out of my daydream. Oh
my, I was zoned out in his face for about five minutes. Can you
say embarrassing?
"Hi," really Mary?
That's all you can come up with? So original.
"Um, are you okay?" he
was probably referring to my blank stare into his irresistible
face.
"Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, I'm
fine," I replied stupidly. I sighed. Even though we acted
like best friends, he doesn't even look at me outside this
door, let alone talk to me. How are we supposed to have a
relationship like that? Whoa, Mary. What the hell? Why are you
thinking about a relationship with him? He doesn't even like
you!
"Mary!" Dylan whispered
forcefully.
"What?" I scoffed. Of
course it was then I looked up. Turns out the entire time I was
fighting with myself, everyone else had taken their seats and
were currently staring at me.
"OH! Whoops..." I let
out a laugh, realizing I was still standing with my backpack on.
This is really one of the only things I like about myself, I
don't really care what others think. I sat and the teacher
began the health lesson. The whole class Dylan constantly kicked
my chair and whispered random comments to my back. I ignored the
comments, laughing and smiling flirtatiously at points. I tried
my best pretending to be mad about him shaking my chair
uncontrollably, but i secretly love the
attention. Sh♥t,
I think I like him.