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17 August 2011 @ 08:15 pm
Date From Hell  
Title: Date from Hell
Author: xobabybirdox
Word Count: 2831 words
Rating: G
Notes: I wrote this in my grade 12 Writer's Craft Class.
I thought I would share with you guys some old stuff while I work on some new stuff.


Lacy took one last look at the mirror before running down the stairs. “He’s here!” she said to herself. Excitement bubbled up inside of her to the point she could barley contain it. Visions of her seventh grade volcano project flooded her mind. The only difference was the explosion was bubbling inside of her, instead of on her. She opened the door to reveal a blonde haired, brown eyed, god. Well more like a very sexy seventeen year old boy; close enough. “Hey Ryan,” she managed to squeeze out, silently praying she didn’t sound like a total dork.

“Hey Lacy,” he said casually.

Even his voice sounds godly,’ she thought to herself.

“So what are the plans for tonight?” she asked.

“Oh, I was thinking we could go see Saw VI, what do ya think?”

What do I think? I think that is a horrible idea. All that blood and gore and blood…and more blood. Just thinking about it is making me squeamish!’ Despite the thoughts that were running through her head, she forced a smile on her face.

“Sounds good,” she said, lying through her teeth.

They walked out to the car awkwardly. She kept glancing over at him and every time he caught her, she quickly looked away.. It was obviously really old and not exactly in the best shape. You could also tell it was what he used as his ‘garbage can’. She inconspicuously pushed the garbage out of the way and sat down.

This was a once and a lifetime chance, she wasn’t about to blow it by declaring that his car was disgusting. She buckled her seatbelt as they pulled out of the driveway. They drove silently along the roads; the radio playing softly was the only thing filling the unspoken silence.

As they pulled into the parking space at the theatre, Lacy went to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. She tried again, and it still wouldn’t move. She even tried to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. She was trapped in his car, and he had already started to walk away. She began yelling his name.

“Hey, so what have you been up to lately?” Ryan asked.

When he received no answer, he turned back and noticed that she wasn’t there. He looked back at the car and noticed she was still inside, pounding on the window. He ran over and opened the door. “Sorry about that. Darn thing sticks once and a while.”

She giggled, getting out of the car “It’s ok, guess I just needed someone big and strong to help.” Redness began to creep up into her cheeks as he smiled at her. She put her head down and just kept walking. The redness finally disappeared once they reached the ticket counter.

“Two tickets to Saw VI, please,” Ryan said pulling out his wallet. Lacy looked up just in time to see about twenty condoms hit the floor. His face turned a bright crimson, he went to explain, but no words came out. He bent down and shoved them all into his pocket while people behind them began to giggle.

“That will be $17.80 please,” the woman behind the counter said, pretending she didn’t notice what had just taken place in front of her.

“Oh yeah…uhh.”

Ryan looked in his wallet and saw absolutely nothing but more condoms. “Um Lacy…”

She just stared at him in pure shock. Hadn’t he ever heard of the ‘cheque dance’? She didn’t mind having to pay, it wasn’t like she was expecting him to, but it would have been nice for him to at least offer. What if she hadn’t brought any money-what would they have done then? She reached into her purse and paid the lady. “Sorry” she said before walking away and joining the popcorn line.

“Do you want anything?” Ryan didn’t say anything. He was obviously still embarrassed from the ticket fiasco.

Once they reached the front of the line, Lacy ordered for them both. “Hi, can I have two regular buckets of popcorn, two red slushies and some gummy bears please?” She handed Ryan his popcorn and drink and began to lead the way to the theatre. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor, popcorn everywhere.

“Wow, are you ok?” Ryan asked. “What did you trip on?” He looked around and saw no obscure feet to trip over, no bump in the carpet, nothing lying around on the floor. There was nothing except for flat, burgundy-red carpet.

Lacy began to pick herself off the floor, brushing away the dirt and popcorn pieces that had collected on her. “Nothing, just my own two feet. It’s a really bad habit of mine, actually,” she explained.

Her face once again began to turn a shade of red, one that seemed to match the carpet beneath her feet. “I do it often, especially when I’m in a hurry. All my friends laugh at me, I don’t really blame them I guess, I mean it probably is really funny, someone tripping over thin air, and now I am rambling, another bad habit of mine, please stop me whenever you want.”

He walked over and placed a single finger over her lips, “Shh!” Lacy just stood there in utter silence; she seemed to be almost hypnotized by this boy. They both stood there staring into each other’s eyes as the entire world carried on around them. “Uhh we should probably get going, to, um the theatre before it, uh, you know, starts…” she finally managed to squeeze out. Ryan stepped away from her and returned heading towards their desired theatre, Lacy trailed behind still trying to figure out what just happened.

“Lacy! Oh Lacy! Is that you?”

A frail voice entered Lacy’s head disrupting her from her thoughts. She turned around to see this little old lady waddling towards her.

“Oh. Mrs. Winkle, how are you?” Lacy asked through clenched teeth, although she said it with such charm that nobody seemed to notice.

“Oh deary. I am just fine. And how are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m actually just about to go see a movie, and I’m sure you are too, so I better let you go. It was good to see you again,” Lacy said, turning to leave.

“Oh Lacy dear, who is this nice gentleman you are with?” She just continued on, oblivious to Lacy’s eagerness to leave.

“This is Ryan. But we real-”

“Oh Ryan, how are you? You know I used to baby-sit little Lacy here. Oh my, was she a handful back in the day, I bet she still is,” Mrs. Winkle said with a little wink towards Ryan. “She used to run around the house, screaming, ‘You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me’. And every time she said it, she would take off a piece of clothing. By the time I caught her, she was butt naked! Every single time.”

Mrs. Winkle continued on and on, telling Ryan all of these stories about little Lacy. He seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing at all the things Lacy used to do when she was a child. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her right now. She could feel the familiar sensation begin to return in her cheeks. She looked at her watch to see that their movie had already started. Ten minutes ago.

“Oh wow, Ryan we really should be going. The movie has already started.”

“Oh yeah, I guess your right. It was really nice to meet you Mrs. Winkle.”

“Good-bye children, have a good time,” she said, smiling and waving. “And remember, don’t be silly. Wrap your willy!”

“She is such a nice old lady,” Ryan said once they were out of earshot.

“Yeah, maybe now we can run into someone you know, and they can embarrass you,” she muttered under her breath. They entered the theatre that was already pitch black. “I hate looking for seats in the dark,” she whispered to Ryan. They stood there for about ten minutes while their eyes adjusted and for the movie to play a scene that was bright enough too light up the room.

“There are two up there, follow me.” He grabbed her hand and led the way. He was walking so fast he was practically dragging her up the stairs. He reached his desired aisle and sat down. Lacy looked up at the screen just as someone’s limb was removed from their body. She squirmed in discomfort, but tried to hide it. Lacy looked around trying to find something to distract herself with, but there was nothing. Not even a funny looking hat to laugh at.

After about an hour and a half of pure gory torture, Ryan made his first move going to put his arm around her. He ended up knocking over the red slushy in between them instead. The red slush covered Lacy. It was in her lap and all over her white shirt. “Oh my god, I am so sorry!” Ryan whispered, trying to avoid disrupting everyone else.

“It’s ok,” Lacy grabbed some napkins and began scrubbing at the mess.

“Blot, don’t scrub. It will make the stain even worse if you scrub,” Ryan said. She gave him an odd look. “My mom is OCD. She is big on cleanliness.”

As if on cue, Ryan’s phone began to vibrate. He took the phone out of his pocket to see ‘MOM’ was calling. He ignored the call and put it back in his pocket. “I really am sorry though.”

“It’s ok, really,” she said and returned to her previous activity; pretending to watch the movie. Five minutes later, Lacy felt her seat vibrate. She checked her phone but no one was calling. Looking over at Ryan, she saw that his mom was calling once again.

“I told you she was OCD,” he said with a sheepish smile on his face. She smiled at him understandingly. Then all of a sudden she felt a rush of air escape from her body. She whipped her head around and silently prayed Ryan didn’t notice. If he did notice, he hid it well.

The next half hour was filled with Ryan ignoring his mother’s calls, and Lacy praying he was too engrossed with his phone to notice her little gas problem. She scanned through everything she had eaten in the last 48 hours trying to reveal what was causing her to become suddenly flatulent. She could not come up with the magic answer.

Once Ryan’s mom finally got the hint and stopped calling, and Lacy’s body calmed down, they both thought the rest of the night couldn’t get any worse. They thought that up until the couple in front of them started going at it.

It started off with a few kisses here and there until it became a full on make out session. Lacy put up with it for a while but then had enough. “I didn’t pay $17.80 to watch a porno,” she muttered under her breath. She tapped the girl on the shoulder and politely asked if they could stop.

“Mind your own business,” the girl snapped at her and resumed kissing the boy she was with.

“I am minding my own business. I am trying to watch a movie, something you clearly have no intention on doing. So how about you leave and get a room?” she said, no longer whispering.

“We had a room; you just decided to come in it.” Next thing Lacy knew a stout little man walked up and asked if she could leave. Visions of throwing a little green gummy bear right onto his bald little head flashed through her mind.

“Come on Ryan” she said.

“Ryan?” the girl in front of her said.

“Olivia? Wow I should have known it was you, this is so like you. Is this the jerk you left me for?” Ryan asked. The two began to get into a heated argument.

“I will ask you one more time to leave” the bald man announced. “Now!

“Whatever. Hope your happy screwing around in movie theatres. I can see you’re really stepping up in the world Olivia,” Ryan said before pushing the man out of the way before practically running down the stairs and out of the theatre. Lacy had to run just to catch up.

“Are you ok?”

Ryan just grunted and kept on walking. On the way out, “Hey cutie,” and hair flipping surrounded them in a tornado of flirting. It was enough to make Lacy want to vomit; like being on a bad amusement ride she just couldn’t wait to get off. They walked to the car in silence. The bitter wind matching the tension between them. He unlocked the doors and sat down in the driver’s seat. Lacy went to get in and heard a sharp tear. She looked behind her to see pink penguins showing from her jeans. She sat down quickly, she couldn’t wait to get home.

“What’s that sound?” Lacy asked once they were on the highway. Ryan tilted his head and listened.

“Crap! I think I have a flat tire.” He pulled the car onto the shoulder and jumped out to take a look.

“Fuck,” he said, kicking the tire. Lacy got out of the car. “Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m fine. Just wait in the car; it’s a lot warmer in there.”

She walked over to the car and pulled on the handle. The door didn’t move. She tried again but again nothing resulted. She walked over to Ryan’s side and tried his door. Nothing happened.

“Um, Ryan”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t get in.”

“What do you mean you can’t get in?”

“I mean the door won’t open.”

Immediately, a little blonde head popped up from the other side of the car. He walked over and pulled the handle. Nothing happened. “The keys are in there, aren’t they?” she asked. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. They both looked in the window and saw his lucky clover keychain sitting on the seat. “What are you going to do?”

“Calling my dad. Hopefully he can find an extra set of keys.” He took out his phone and walked back over to the deflated tire. “Hey dad,” Lacy heard his say. She sat down on the ground and watched as all the cars zoomed on by.

“He is on his way. But that should be in twenty minutes or so. Good news is the tire is changed,” he said walking over and sitting down beside her. “I guess this date didn’t go quite the way you imagined it would.” Ryan stated embarrassed

“Not quite,” she replied.

“I am sorry about your shirt.”

“And about Mrs. Winkle.”

“Are you kidding me? She was hilarious! It was nice to hear about a younger version of you,” he said, smiling at her.

“I blushed so much on this date, I made a complete fool out of myself!” she exclaimed. By now, snot was running down her face and she had no Kleenex. She kept wiping it away but it wasn’t really working. She hid her face in her hands.

“You’re cute when you blush; well you’re cute when you’re not blushing too. …I think I’ll just shut up now.” The familiar redness creeping back onto her face. “Besides, I made a complete fool out of myself tonight. Oh, and those condoms… my sister did that. I swear. And I would understand completely if you never wanted to speak to me again.”

“I do, that is if you want to speak to me.” Before Lacy could get an answer a green Honda Civic pulled up beside them.

“Hey dad!” Ryan said, jumping up and walking over to the car. She watched his dad pass him something and drive away. “Got the keys,” he said. He walked over and unlocked the doors. “Voila!” Lacy jumped up into the car.

“Nice penguins,” Ryan said before pulling back onto the highway, and once again the familiar sensation returned to her cheeks and she was speechless.

Pulling into her driveway, she opened the door and began to get out. “I do want to see you again” Ryan said. She looked over at him. He had a huge dorky smile on his face. “Actually I don’t want you to leave. Do you want to come to my house for a bit?” he asked. She leaned over and gave him a kiss.

“I’d love to” she closed the door and they drove away.


The next morning Lacy walked into Starbucks. She was wearing his sweater and pajama pants. She noticed her friend Tanya over by the window. Tanya looked up and saw Lacy’s brown hair pulled into a very messy bun and in clothes that were obviously not hers.

“What did you do last night? Tanya asked.

“Well… I was with Ryan, ALL. NIGHT. LONG.”

“Sexy Ryan?” Tanya asked again surprised

“Sexy Ryan!” Lacy said with the biggest smile on her petite face.
 
 
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Vivienne: Random - hidingwriting2death on August 18th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
I remember looking at this when you first wrote it :)
xobabybirdox: Umbrellaxobabybirdox on August 18th, 2011 10:59 pm (UTC)
haha I am surprised you never read the one based off of Harry Potter.
I am still hoping to find the finished version so I can post!