Things that are written. YEAH.
This is pretty much my other written stories and stuff other than A Life Like This.
Short Story: Can't Sleep by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story: Can't Sleep
“It’s okay,” I said, looking away from the bed in the center of my bedroom. “The first rule of sleepovers is that everyone at the sleepover has to sleep in the same bed.”
Once my mom had closed the door behind her to leave the two of us alone in my bedroom, Dmitri had been picking at the frayed ends of his sweatshirt drawstrings. When I told Mom that I wanted Dmitri to stay over longer so we could keep playing, she misunderstood and instead ushered us into my one-bed bedroom and told us that we could play in the morning. Sharing a bed didn’t mean anything out of the ordinary for me, but recently DmitriR
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (3 of 3) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (3 of 3)
“Gabriel, how old are you again?” Stefan asks me from the couch.
“Twenty-eight,” I say.
“Hm.” He goes back to work on his laptop. “Somehow, I thought you were older than me.”
I laugh. "Serious? You're the one who always says how immature I am."
"Age isn't always the determinant of maturity," he huffs.
I open up the curtains and stare outside at the Paris streets from Stefan's apartment window. I moved to France maybe four years ago with my sister. I thought the center of the fashion world would be a good place to pursue being a hairstylist, since it’s the only thing I’m good for
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (2 of 3) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (2 of 3)
Fast forward to senior year: I had friends again.
The thing about high schoolers was that we were pretty indecisive. Maybe a month or less after I first spoke to Will, the talk about me died down and people started gossiping about other crap: Callahan getting busted for pot and getting sent to juvie, Patrick dating a middle school kid, Greg shamelessly flirting with the US History teacher...
We talked about the stupidest shit.
After Dave and my "scandal" was out of the spotlight, some of my old friends either forgot the whole ordeal or just didn't care anymore and decided I was decent enough to talk to. Frankly, I think they should've fig
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (1 of 3) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (1 of 3)
After I came out, some of my friends stopped talking to me.
Okay, most of my friends stopped talking to me. Predictably, Dave put our little fling behind us and ditched me. His friends followed, then his friend’s friends, and his friend’s friend’s friends... until essentially the only people willing to chat with me were my teachers, random girls looking for fashion tips, and my lab partner whose name I could never remember. But who gives a shit.
It was 10th grade, a year after Dave screwed with me and screwed up my social life. I'd grown over summer, played a lot of sports and stuff. Hell, I looked pretty damn good in my o
Short Story--Keep Waiting (6 of 6) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story--Keep Waiting (6 of 6)
Gabe
My senses felt fuzzy.
I could tell my eyes were closed, though; couldn't see a thing. Must've been sleeping.
I tried to remember where I was, when something trailed behind my ear and down my neck. Reaching my collar bone, it lifted off of me for a moment, came softly down on my head, and ran through my hair. Softly, gently then went back down my neck again. And again. It was moving in a circle.
Wait, I thought. Is it a something? Or a someone But I didn't feel like thinking. It felt good, so I kept my eyes closed.
I heard singing. A guy's voice. Real faint, though. I could barely hear him. But maybe my head was just too
Short Story--Keep Waiting (5 of 6) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story--Keep Waiting (5 of 6)
Stefan
I avoided Gabriel for the next several days. Perhaps it was childish of me to deliberately dodge any chances of us speaking, but I did not want to get caught up with him again. It should not have even happened once.
Tomato had just completed his first television interview. Gabriel and the others were there; Tomato was required to look attractive in both video and print. I managed to not have to speak to Gabriel for the past 3 hours.
Tomato yawned. "That interview took foreee-ver!" He whined, stretching.
I nodded in agreement. "You did a good job. Way to hang in there." I glanced at my watch and grunted. It was already 9:00.
"I'm g
Short Story--Keep Waiting (3 of 6) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story--Keep Waiting (3 of 6)
Stefan
The sun had already sunk and was replaced by the moon by the time the photo shoot finished, and as anticipated, Gabriel followed me to the bar after the photoshoot."The bar" was not some dive or gay bar; rather it was a moderately classy lounge where men and women with likeness to me gathered for live music and a drink after a long day at work. While many of the attendants dressed in casual clothing, Gabriel, in his punkish garb, stood outin not necessarily a positive manner.
I took a seat, Gabriel trailing behind me.
"Stoli and cranberry on the rocks, please." The bartender nodded, and shifted his eyes to Gabriel.
"Got any p
Short Story--Keep Waiting (2 of 6) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story--Keep Waiting (2 of 6)
Gabriel
"So I was wondering you free this weekend?" I slung my arm around his shoulder. He playfully smiled at me.
"I might be," he responded with amusement.
"Gabriel," a voice behind me scolded, definitely irritated. I ignored it.
"If you are," I continued, moving my hand down his thin frame to his waist, "maybe you'd like to come over to my place. I wouldn't mind a cute guy like you staying the ni--"
Stefan hit me upside the head with a magazine, punishing me like a bad dog.
"Ow-- The hell, Stef!" I rubbed the spot he hit me, just above my left ear.
"Will you cut that out?" His hazel eyes glared fiercely behind his sungla
Short Story--Keep Waiting (1 of 6) by xmoonlitxdreamx, literature
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Short Story--Keep Waiting (1 of 6)
Stefan
That boy made me crazy.
Honestly.
One day, I swore... this job was going to be the death of me, making me return to my apartment at late hours after spending nearly the entirety of the day with that boy. He was the sole reason for the grievances, the continual stress that this occupation treated me with a sarcastic smile on its face. The arrogant laughter, risqué jokes, inappropriate remarks that bothered me unendingly all stemmed from him. Completely, undeniably. The fault of my discomfort was all on him.
That was a lie. Or only a partial truth, at least. Through the course of things, I somehow managed to surround myself around a