A Boy's Journal - Should I Text Her?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story follows a teenage boy's journal entry. He is having difficulty making a decision that involves a girl. The boy is in two minds on what he should do and writes about the events that made him ponder over the girl.

This is my first story I hope you all enjoy reading it. I'm open to any type of feedback so I can improve my writing. Happy reading:)

A.J.Mortimer

Submitted: January 09, 2019

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A.J. Mortimer

A Boy’s Journal - Should I Text Her?

 

Chapter 1

I’ll never forget that moment. That one damn moment. Part of me wishes it never happened. I’ve become indecisive and insecure. Why on earth am I writing about this? It’s not like you care and if you cared and I told you the story, you’ll see me as a pathetic excuse for a man. You’ll see me as a weak guy who needs to get off his arse and take action. That’s what I need to do. Look at that. How ironic. As I sit here late at night at my desk writing, she’s sent me a snap. It’s nothing special. Just a streak. But it could have been something special, if I had gotten off my arse and taken my chances then, she could have been my girlfriend? I sound so pathetic. You know what? Screw it. I will tell you the story whether or not you want to hear it. So where do I start? No. Wait. Should I text her now? There’s a voice screaming inside my head telling me to text her. I want to text her. No, no, no. I’ll tell you the story first then maybe, just maybe, I’ll text her. So where do I start? Ah yes that moment I mentioned. That one damn moment.

Chapter 2

It was the night of my graduation. I had made it. Reached the end of my school career. I never thought I would reach the end. It seemed far away as though it would never happen. But tonight the end became a reality. Now I’m not an emotional guy. I do my best to hide all emotions. It’s the way I’ve always been but I must admit the level of emotion was high that night. I broke into tears and my eyes became red raw. It was emotionally challenging, seeing the faces of my classmates. Witnessing their eyes swell and burst with tears. Everybody was congratulating me, smothering me with hugs and wishing the best for my future. So many people were approaching a congratulating, I had no clue how to respond and what I responded with felt repetitive, lacking any genuine emotion. When everybody finished congratulating me, I took part in some family photos. My grandparents attended the night, and they too congratulated me. I love them all; hope I’ve made them all proud. So, after the family exchanges I made my way outside, away from all the emotion and endless congratulating. I sat outside, on my own, waiting for my family. Then it happened. That moment. Yes, that one damn moment. The sight of a girl welcomed my eyes with a smile on her face and arms wide open. She looked into my eyes, gestured with her hands for me to approach closer to her. I did and wrapped my arms around her waist while she wrapped her arms around my torso. She said she couldn’t believe I was graduating and that she would miss me. We pulled out of the hug, my arms remained around her waist. I don’t remember if her arms were still around me. That I’m not sure of. For all I know I may have been standing there with my arms around her waist while her arms remained down by her side. I wish that wasn’t the case. Anyway, we stood there, smiles on our faces, looking into each other’s eyes. She wished me best of luck with my future. I don’t remember how I replied. I was filled with so much emotion. My arms unwrapped around her waist as she said goodbye and made her way back inside.

Chapter 3

If I had the ability to go back when we were embracing each other, I’d it in a heartbeat. Something was there. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it felt right, felt perfect. Damn I wish I could go back. My arms and hands around her waist. Damn that waist. Toned and sculptured, her figure so perfect so defined. Nice to hold with both hands. I apologise if I sound weird. But you don’t understand. It was an opportunity, an opportunity that slipped away. At least for now. I wish the night ended in some other fashion.

Chapter 4 

You might think, “How the hell is this a big deal? If you like this girl and feel something special with her, ask to go on a date for goodness sake.” Or, “What is all the fuss about? All she did was hug you and act polite, wishing you best of luck with your future.” Both are fair points. I’ve discussed this with my best friend and she’s given me both responses. She’s sick of me talking about it. If you’ve read this far, I appreciate it. I promise I’m finished with this story. I won’t take up too much of your time.

Chapter 5

Allow me to tell you more about this girl. I’ve had a “thing” with this girl before. We used to like each other. It only lasted two weeks, wasn’t anything special. We were both young and stupid. I don’t know the exact words to use in describing her. She’s a young, mature, well-spoken girl. Her skin glows the brightest red over the slightest embarrassing moment or comment. She’s flirty, friendly to everyone, guy or girl. Did I mention she’s smart? Ridiculously smart. However, she’s not arrogant or prideful about her intellectual gift. Neither is she a nerd or a geek. She has long, blonde hair, and a toned, defined figure. She attends a gym and weight trains and could lift more than what I’m able to. Hell, her body is in better shape than mine. That’s not something I should admit to you. I guess I would call her my dream girl. She’s way out of my league. Look at that. Again, how ironic. As I sit at my desk late at night writing about her, I’ve received a snap. I’m certain it’s nothing more than a streak. I’m over thinking everything. Can I say my head hurts? It frigging does. I need to focus. Where was I? Describing her to you, that’s where. She’s my dream girl. There’s only one negative thing about her. Her breath can smell bad. You can talk to her and out of nowhere you’ll catch a whiff of the foul stench. If you ever meet her, I beg you, please don’t tell her I wrote about her smelly breath. Even though she’s a mature girl, if you cross her, she will come after you. I remember a while back I pissed her off. She had trusted me to keep the identity of her crush a secret. As you can already figure out, I didn’t keep it a secret. I basically walked up to the guy and told him she had a crush on him. That’s what she said I did. In my defence I didn’t tell him face to face. I only hinted the notion she had a crush on him. How she reacted to this still makes me laugh today. I was walking to class when she blocked the path ahead. She looked furious, face red, steaming with anger and embarrassment. Her angry eyes stared into mine. She pointed her finger at me and said, “I hate you with every bone in my body.” Me being young, stupid and a jerk laughed her comment off and walked away. I still don’t know why she became mad at me? Because the guy found out about her crush, they became boyfriend and girlfriend for goodness sake. No harm done. This happened awhile back. If it enters a conversation, we both laugh about what happened and what she said.

Chapter 6

I enjoyed the conversations we had together even though I outwardly tried to make it look the opposite. Don’t ask why I did. I’m a typical boy/guy and for some stupid reason we do the opposite of what we feel. But I miss the conversations we had. We didn’t talk regularly, Thursday was the “assigned” day our conversations took place. On Thursdays she tutored primary students, therefore she stayed back late. I was usually picked up late from school, so I was around when she stayed back. I didn’t like being picked up late but on Thursdays I wasn’t fussed. Our conversations lasted till she had to go inside to tutor or when I was picked up. The conversations were light, nothing deep, meaningful or personal. They were light-hearted and fun. We talked about stuff. I’m not sure how else to put it. We had an inside joke. The joke was the primary kids weren’t just paying her to tutor them. She was a local drug dealer who gave her students illegal substances, for an extra payment of twenty dollars. Thinking back, the joke was silly, a stupid inside joke, but it was our inside joke. She was flirty whenever we talked. Over smiley, laughing at things I said that weren’t funny. I can be very sarcastic in conversation and whenever I made a smart arse remark, she “slapped” me telling me to stop. She did it to most guys she talked to. There was this one guy she led on more than anybody else. If you saw them together at any point, you would assume, they were a couple. It was obvious. However, she always maintained there was nothing between them and they were just best friends. She made it hard to believe. They were always together, during recess and lunch, walking in each other’s shadow, working together on every single assignment, flirting like crazy. I remember mentioning her “friendship” with this boy in conversation. She stated there was nothing between them. Her exact words were, “Listen, there are none of those feelings between us. We’re just good friends. You’ll never find out who I actually like in that way.” Even up till graduation, I found those words hard to believe.

Chapter 7

Why am I obsessing over this? Why am I obsessing over this girl? It’s been six days since the “moment” at graduation. Am I over thinking and over analyzing the situation? Everything I’ve written I’ve discussed with my best friend. Even though she grew tired of me saying the same things and asking the same questions repeatedly, she still listened and offered her advice. She said I should go for it, ask this girl out and the only way to know if there was a “moment” that night, is by asking. She said, “You have to make up your own mind and make your own decision.” What do you reckon? You’ve listened to my rambling about this situation. Should I forget this girl or I should go for it, text her now, asking if she would like to go out? It’s been six days since that night, six days since that one damn moment. I’ve made my mind up. I’ve decided. “What are you going to do?”, you ask. “Are you going to text her?” Am I going to? Well, you’re going to have to wait and find out.

 


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