Post by Kyuzo on Dec 10, 2008 23:40:50 GMT -5
Lying down on his back on top of a queen-size bed was young teenage boy. He lay there with nothing to do but stare up at the ceiling while his body was in a position similar to Da Vinci’s Perfect Man. His hair was tussled and was partially wet, a fresh scent of apple shampoo and pear hair conditioner lingered close to his head. A black shirt hugged his upper torso of his skin, giving the boy a slim, muscular figure that only years of athletic training would possibly accomplish. White boxers with black stripes were the only thing covering the bottom half of his body. His apparent casual appearance marked that he was in his own home and had just recently taken a shower or a bath of some sort.
A blank look was streaked across his face, but it betrayed the turmoil that ran rampant in his mind. What were his thoughts exactly? He was agitated by the annoying boredom that absorbed him. On the belly of this teen lay a small rectangular cell phone, the metal edges of its sleek design reflected the fluorescent lighting of the ceiling. The boy had relied on the cell phone to cure him of his aloofness, and the boy, who knew that that trusting an inanimate object was unreliable, continued to wait. His worries, however, was not on whether or not the phone would bring him joy, but on who he expected would soon call him.
The boy was in love! Before having taken a shower, the boy told his girlfriend, the one that he expected would soon call him, to contact him approximately fifteen minutes later. It had been half an hour since then; fifteen minutes were used to bathe and to dress and the other half was miscellaneous waiting. His girlfriend should have called by now! Thoughts raced through his head as he waited impatiently for the caller to finally, well, call! He needed to calm down of course. He had to think clearly. Surely there was some logical explanation for such an occurrence.
The boy’s thoughts soon became positive. He had decided to just think of her instead of the events that surrounded him. His stomach dropped, giving him a warm and fluttering feeling in his belly. His girlfriend was perfect in his eyes. The boy’s eyes showed the fierce conviction that gloated that no one else would be better than the girl. The way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she laughed was all too perfect for him. She was smart, popular, creative, and very talented. It was amazing at how much men she had attracted with her charming wit. The boy sometimes wondered how he had ended up with such a catch.
He kept on thinking of the positive light of his favorite girl when it struck him. A girl like her would more than likely be cheating on him! He knew those other boys that flirted with her. He knew those other boys that pretended to be friends with her. Those acts of theirs were nothing more than a ploy to just woo her and take her from him. The girl would be none the wiser! The boy grimaced at the thought and knew for sure that is surely happening. The girl is more than likely to be in another relationship. She has given the boy up for one who is more charming than he.
This thought felt like an arrow piercing his heart. He felt dread all over, the feeling was if your entire body was void of any materials whatsoever. The girl must be glad to know that the boy is suffering. In her malice, she had broken the heart of the boy and his trust for any girl. Then, it was there, that the boy thought up of a delicious solution. When the girl would call him, whenever that may be, the boy would simply tell her that he wants to break up. He will catch her off guard and become triumphant. A girl like her truly deserved this. No one toys with the hearts of men, not even a beautiful girl as she was.
The boy was convinced that he had to do it. He was persuaded by himself that this lying witch would soon meet her end. His eyes showed the burning passion for his decision. His confidence showed in the sly smirk that formed on his lips. He was ready for anything. The phone then rang, and it had that annoyingly cheesy, romantic melody that he inserted to play only when the girl called. It was now or never for the boy. He answered and said a simple hello. The girl recognized the sweet voice on the other line and said, “I’m sorry, I had to do some chores for my parents. I meant to call you.”
The sincerity of her voice reached the boy’s ears. His strong conviction started to falter. The boy knew that she could be lying. He knew that maybe the girl was telling the truth as well. The boy gulped and replied back, “Its okay honey, I understand. I hardly noticed that you were gone anyway.” The boy chuckled, and despite having lied, the boy knew the truth of the matter. He was a coward.
A blank look was streaked across his face, but it betrayed the turmoil that ran rampant in his mind. What were his thoughts exactly? He was agitated by the annoying boredom that absorbed him. On the belly of this teen lay a small rectangular cell phone, the metal edges of its sleek design reflected the fluorescent lighting of the ceiling. The boy had relied on the cell phone to cure him of his aloofness, and the boy, who knew that that trusting an inanimate object was unreliable, continued to wait. His worries, however, was not on whether or not the phone would bring him joy, but on who he expected would soon call him.
The boy was in love! Before having taken a shower, the boy told his girlfriend, the one that he expected would soon call him, to contact him approximately fifteen minutes later. It had been half an hour since then; fifteen minutes were used to bathe and to dress and the other half was miscellaneous waiting. His girlfriend should have called by now! Thoughts raced through his head as he waited impatiently for the caller to finally, well, call! He needed to calm down of course. He had to think clearly. Surely there was some logical explanation for such an occurrence.
The boy’s thoughts soon became positive. He had decided to just think of her instead of the events that surrounded him. His stomach dropped, giving him a warm and fluttering feeling in his belly. His girlfriend was perfect in his eyes. The boy’s eyes showed the fierce conviction that gloated that no one else would be better than the girl. The way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she laughed was all too perfect for him. She was smart, popular, creative, and very talented. It was amazing at how much men she had attracted with her charming wit. The boy sometimes wondered how he had ended up with such a catch.
He kept on thinking of the positive light of his favorite girl when it struck him. A girl like her would more than likely be cheating on him! He knew those other boys that flirted with her. He knew those other boys that pretended to be friends with her. Those acts of theirs were nothing more than a ploy to just woo her and take her from him. The girl would be none the wiser! The boy grimaced at the thought and knew for sure that is surely happening. The girl is more than likely to be in another relationship. She has given the boy up for one who is more charming than he.
This thought felt like an arrow piercing his heart. He felt dread all over, the feeling was if your entire body was void of any materials whatsoever. The girl must be glad to know that the boy is suffering. In her malice, she had broken the heart of the boy and his trust for any girl. Then, it was there, that the boy thought up of a delicious solution. When the girl would call him, whenever that may be, the boy would simply tell her that he wants to break up. He will catch her off guard and become triumphant. A girl like her truly deserved this. No one toys with the hearts of men, not even a beautiful girl as she was.
The boy was convinced that he had to do it. He was persuaded by himself that this lying witch would soon meet her end. His eyes showed the burning passion for his decision. His confidence showed in the sly smirk that formed on his lips. He was ready for anything. The phone then rang, and it had that annoyingly cheesy, romantic melody that he inserted to play only when the girl called. It was now or never for the boy. He answered and said a simple hello. The girl recognized the sweet voice on the other line and said, “I’m sorry, I had to do some chores for my parents. I meant to call you.”
The sincerity of her voice reached the boy’s ears. His strong conviction started to falter. The boy knew that she could be lying. He knew that maybe the girl was telling the truth as well. The boy gulped and replied back, “Its okay honey, I understand. I hardly noticed that you were gone anyway.” The boy chuckled, and despite having lied, the boy knew the truth of the matter. He was a coward.