Adrien's Nightmare

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is something I haven't looked at in over 6 years, but I decided to revisit many of the short stories or other works I have done in the past.

The title is tentative at this time.

Submitted: October 13, 2015

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Taking a deep breath in always brought me some kind of pleasure, and then, I met her. She was sitting there in my favorite spot, allowing the cool, crisp breeze to blow her shoulder length, golden-blonde hair across her freckled face, and at first, I didn’t think too much about someone else just sitting there enjoying the view. It was actually somewhat reassuring to know that someone else enjoyed the view of the ocean as much as me.

“Good morning,” she said, without looking over. “Am I disturbing you?”

“No. Not at all. I was just… well, that’s my spot. I mean, it’s not my spot, but I often sit there and watch as the ocean’s waves come ashore.”

She smiled and brushed a strand of her wayward hair away from her face. “I see. Shall I go then?”

“No. I mean, well, if you want.”

Her smile brightened. “Then I shall stay and you can join me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. It was clear from her attitude that my presence wasn’t going to change her decision to stay or go.

“So,” I began, taking the seat right next to her. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new?”

She shrugged, but again she didn’t bother to look away from the ocean.

“What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

“Adrien.”

“Well Adrien, it’s been fun. Maybe we’ll get to see each other again sometime.”

And as she stood up to leave, I lunged forward and grabbed hold of her barely covered wrist. “Wait! You didn’t tell me your name.”

“My name?”

“Yeah. You didn’t tell me what it was?”

She sighed and looked down at my hand, as if contemplating what to say next. “Why would you want to know something like that?”

“Because we’re friends, aren’t we… and friends know each other’s names.”

“Friends?”

For a moment, it sounded as if she had never heard the word before in her life.

“Of course we are; what else could we be? I mean, it’s pretty obvious to me that we both enjoy watching the ocean. So, what do you say? You wanna be my friend?”


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