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I just wanted to post a chapter of a novel/novella I'm writing. doesn't have a title yet, but I've written several chapters (they're long)


Chapter One

The flash of light from the TV was all that illuminated from my house to across the creek. We were laying on our stomachs, watching halfheartedly, Kelly throwing kernels of popcorn in my mouth. He smiled at me, his green eyes sparkling even in the darkness as the moon drifted higher in the sky. It was the first night of summer vacation, we were fifteen, best friends, and that’s the way it had been since we were in diapers.
The movie was pointless, so I turned off the set and started to get up, watching Kelly doodle on his sketch book while I began to change into my pajamas. I leaned forward to see what he drew, but he tucked it away in his bag and stretched out before jumping to his feet. He fumbled around, picking up his jacket and putting on his shoes, my eyes following his every move. I suddenly spoke up as he slipped on his worn-out black Converse “Where are you going?” He looked up at me, unsure when he started “Well, it’s late and I should…” I sat on my bed, crossing my legs and staring at him. Something wasn’t right, and I could feel it in my chest when he walked to my window.
He wasn’t talking, and I didn’t like it. It made me feel like I was doing something wrong, so I broke the silence while he started toward my window “Don’t go. James has to work in the morning, so it’ll just be you and me...Kell?” He seemed weird, but he just smiled like he always did, “Sure, Abs. I’ll stay.” and started undressing. I walked to my drawer and pulled out my nightshirt, throwing it on my bed before pulling my tank top over my head and taking off my shorts.
When I turned, I noticed Kelly’s eyes were focused on me. It was quick; his eyes left me before I even had time to dissect them. I shook it off and crawled under the covers, getting comfortable before turning and looking at my best friend. He was silent, peeling out of his shorts before sliding in next to me. When we fell asleep, I saw a vision in my head, a new dream that I’d never even consider possible.
It was Kelly, in his bed, with his shirt off. It was a picture I had seen multiple times in my life, but something…the air was thick, this room was holding a secret. I felt a burning sensation in my throat when I saw a girl walk over, her dark hair covering her face from view. She was wearing his Cobra Starship t-shirt; the one I gave him for his birthday last year. She crawled over, laying her head on his chest. Kelly leaned in and started to kiss her. I couldn’t get his attention, couldn’t say anything as the wrapped their arms around each other, Kelly’s hands holding her close. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling, one I had never felt before. Before I had a chance to figure it out, she started shifting. Her hair grew longer, past her shoulders and lightening in color, looking kind of like… Mine.

I woke with a start, turning over to see Kelly’s face, all the muscles soft and relaxed. He looked so comfortable and completely unaware that my heart was racing a million beats a minute. I swallowed, unmoving, wondering why I was acting this way. I mean, Kelly and I had been best friends forever, but this was different…I had never thought of him that way before.
He stirred, opening his eyes to mine. I suddenly felt self-conscious, worrying about my hair or morning breath, things that I never thought of around him. He smiled; I felt my cheeks warm quickly while I watched him.
Right then, Kelly did something he had never done before. He reached out his hand, lightly brushing my hair away from my face, his thumb tracing my cheek. I took a sharp breath, wondering if I was still dreaming. Simultaneously with this thought, Kelly pulled his hand away and threw off the covers frantically. He stood against my closet, which was covered with all our pictures from the past, or the ones he drew and gave to me. I stared at the drawings, waiting for him to say something, or do something, but he just stood there.
I walked into my bathroom, staring down the poor girl in the mirror. She was scared, uncertain, and she felt ashamed that her friend was acting this way. I looked away from her and into the cabinet in search of my toothbrush and something to wash my face with. After, I walked into my room and Kelly was staring out the window. I didn’t say anything, just acted like I always did. Kelly sighed, turning around and stammered “Beagle, I...”
In preschool, when we were learning to write our names, our teacher told us to sound them out. Every time I wrote mine, it looked like I wrote ‘A beagle’ instead of ‘Abigail’. Kelly, who at the time could read well, saw it on my papers and called me Beagle ever since. But anyway, back to the point...
Kelly stared me down, and I watched his Adam’s apple start swelling up like it does when he gets nervous. I decided I didn’t want to talk, so I changed the subject rapidly “Last one to the kitchen has to make breakfast.” And we both took off, leaving the awkward air still in the room.

Kelly beat me, which meant we were having French toast, the only decent thing I knew how to make. I didn’t say much, and neither did he as he began to set the table. Things were ordinary, just like they always were, until he needed to grab an extra plate. Instead of walking to the other side of the counter to grab them, he stopped behind me and leaned forward to retrieve them. This wouldn’t have been a problem, but I couldn’t help catching my breath. I inhaled deeply, scenting Kelly’s familiar aroma. Soap; soap and lavender, with a little bit of the musty outside smell all boys are born with. For a reason all new to me, I felt dizzy and lost my train of thought.
“Abby? Earth to Abby, have your alien relatives come to return you to your home planet?” Kelly mussed my hair, flicking me with his finger. I jumped suddenly, the toast flying and landing, amazingly, on his plate. He stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed before busting up in laughter. I blushed, looking down at the empty pan while I placed another slice in.
We sat down finally, Kelly cutting his toast neatly into tiny bite-sized squares. I stared out the window, watching the sun rise slowly into the sky, with the thought of what our plan was for today. I looked over, seeing Kelly’s face frozen on mine, before I looked down at my breakfast. He turned his face away quickly, but he wasn’t getting off that easy, not this time “What?” I asked, the self-consciousness creeping up again. He sighed, looking as confused and nervous as I felt “Nothing, I just...Never mind.” I sat, slightly uneasy when he picked up my plate and placed it in the dishwasher. I pushed out of my chair, a little more aggressively than I intended, before mumbling “I’m getting in the shower, and after we can go out to the dock or something, okay?” Kelly nodded, still embarrassed I guess, as I turned and walked. I felt him watching me all the while, until I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
I waited for the water to heat, standing with my towel wrapped around my torso. I started to wonder what was wrong with me; I had never thought that Kelly could be anything more than my best friend. He was the one who taught me how to climb a tree without a running start; he was the one who always ate the peanut butter part of my PB&J sandwich because James forgot I was allergic. He was also the one who snuck over in his paddleboat at midnight last summer when Logan Fairfield broke up with me, bringing a box filled with all my favorite things: Hershey Cookies ‘n Cream candy bars, Caramel Corn, all my favorite CDs, and over twelve hours of Friends and Scrubs on DVD. So we stayed up and listened to John Mayer and Meg & Dia, tore through four candy bars, and watched the one and a half episodes of J.D. and Elliot’s love-hate tirade before I fell asleep on Kelly’s shoulder. And he didn’t even seem to mind; like he was just doing it because he cared.
Finally, I stepped into the shower. The heat felt good on my neck and back, while I closed my eyes to think...
It seemed to come on its own. My eyes opened, and I turned to see Kelly staring through the foggy glass of the shower door. It would have been my first instinct to try and hide, but I didn’t. I just watched him walk up to the glass, placing his palm flatly against the door. I lifted my hand, pressing it against the same spot, seeing the heat flow around it. He smiled, his eyes lighting up in mine. Just then, I found myself pulling the door open, watching the steam seep out and Kelly step inside.
My mind snapped suddenly, and I was standing in surprisingly warm water, alone.

After my shower, I stood in front of my closet for what felt like forever, pulling out various t-shirts and tank tops. Reds, blues, pinks, nothing seemed right, but I finally settled on a long white baby doll top and my jeans. “It’s perfect”, Kelly had told me once, “so you”. After debating about my hair, I chose my blue butterfly clip and put it up messily.
Kelly met me by the creek. The thing about it is, it’s more like a river; long, goes on for a while, and eventually stops into a bigger waterway. But what makes it a creek is the width. Kelly’s house is only a small paddleboat ride away, and that makes it easy for him to go home, change, and be back before I have a chance to miss him. Not this time, though. I kept wondering how long it would take him to get back. I was relieved when I saw the boat coming across as I headed out the door.
Kelly tied the boat up, smiling at me. When I looked at him, I laughed. “You’re shirt.” I called, watching him look down at his white shirt and up at me again, unsure. I just laughed more and started to run to him, but not before I tripped over a small stone and falling forward. Kelly grabbed my elbow, stopping me before I did a major face-plant and scraped up my face. He stabled me, blushing “Are you okay?” I looked up, his eyes wide and concerned. I nodded “I’m fine. What was your hurry?” I asked, pulling at his tag on his chest. He just smiled “I should ask you the same question. Were you trying to see how bad you could have eaten it?” I blushed, punching him lightly in the arm as he switched his shirt around.
We jumped in the boat, and paddled down toward the town. It sounds weird, but trust me; people do that when the river cuts the borders. I stared out at the houses, waving at various neighbors, until I heard a call from the distance that broke my focus. “Hey, Gail!” I turned, noticing Kelly staring straight ahead as we passed Logan Fairfield and Hunter Graham standing on the dock “You and...Kelly Mason! Wow, thought you left your playmate behind last year.” I turned to Kelly, a disgusted look hidden behind his composed face.
I let him steer us to them, stopping short to coast in. I couldn’t quite reach, but Logan extended his hand “Here, Gale. Let me help you.” He placed one hand in mine, when I felt his other wrap around my waist. At the same time, I felt something brush my leg. I turned, seeing Kelly staring down Logan incredulously “She’s fine. I’ve got her.” He stood up too quickly, and the boat began to teeter. I swayed, grabbing hold of Logan’s shoulder for support while I heard him say “Careful now, Mason. Your precious Abigail is a big girl; you don’t need to hold her hand.”
I tried to tell Kelly I was okay, but I couldn’t turn around. Before I moved, I felt a huge lurch and saw Kelly attempt to help me. Immediately after, I saw him stagger backward and fall headfirst into the water, water slapping against my back. I jumped on to the dock and turned around, watching the ripples extend and seeing small bubbles of air reach the surface.
I gasped, searching for Kelly until I saw him push up through the top. I was relieved and I reached out for Kelly’s hand, feeling the cold shock through my veins; whether it was the water or not, I wasn’t sure.
I helped him up, hearing Logan snicker behind me; I wanted to turn around and give him a solid slap. Instead, I grabbed a towel off an abandoned boat and covered it over Kelly, watching the boys walk away to pester some helpless girl. I sighed, shaking the towel over his head and drying him off; Kelly looked at me, cheeks red with embarrassment. He snatched the towel out of my hands “I can do it.” He growled, avoiding my eyes and shaking out his hair fiercely. He wrung out his shirt and threw it back on to let the hot sun dry it out

I solemnly swear I am up to no good.

can you please post more?

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WHEN DO THEY KISS?!?!?

Oh my worddd!! They have to realise they are in love with each other!
you have to post more...

That was pretty good actually.
Never thought I'd find something as good on something like this...

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Holy crap that was amazing. absolutely wonderful!! please write more!!!