Be Mine, Ruby Shine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Story about a boy who's broken up with his first and only love, and kind of the creepy way he remembers her. I'm not necessarily sure where I want to go with this, whether it be a full on book or simply a short story, but I would love some feedback. I kept the little intro thing cause it sounds cool, I think.

Submitted: September 01, 2014

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Submitted: September 01, 2014



All names and locations either changed or kept secret to avoid revealing identities.

They say that every teen love story is the same. And, for the purpose of storytelling, they basically all are. An introduction of a guy/girl with some sort of problem in their life, something missing from them (hint, it’s true love). They stumble through life for a bit till they meet just about the absolute perfect person for them. They fall in love, they might break up. Something will go wrong, there will be a fight. Obviously there will be some wise old sage (just a moniker, doesn’t need to be old, duh). And there will be a resolution to that fight. It’s all quite succinct, you can tell that it’s made up by some thirty something year old sitting in his den thinking about all the lost love he never experienced. Well, let me tell you a teen love story, true love included. I know what I just said about the subject, but there’s one difference between my story and all the rest: It’s real. I know what you’re thinking, that this is just going to be the same old story that’s been told over and over again, and let me be the first to tell you that it is. But it isn’t. Because even though the timelines are similar, and they endings all seem to be the same, there is a distinct difference in each story that makes it possible for some many to be written, and that is the feeling of the story. Different stories feel different because they are. The characters are different, the setting, the everything. And most importantly, the love is different. What each participant sees in the other person, how they meet, how they fall in love. It’s all so different. So here I am, trying to put my spin on one of the oldest tales in history.

Before I move on, I suppose I should describe myself a little, since that’s what people like. I like to consider myself the most average human being to ever live. Average height, looks, intelligence, interest level, athletic ability, taste in movies, music and books and so on. I go to a pretty average school in an average state that I will not disclose. I have a few friends who I’m very close with, and we do rather boring things like play video games and basketball in the driveway. I go to church every Sunday, but I don’t believe in god. If I could have voted in the 2012 election, I would have given my support to Gary Johnson despite his only getting 1% of the popular vote. I enjoy sitting in my room, watching Netflix or reading a book. But enough about me, I’m a terrible bore. Basically I’m nobody, somebody you would never look twice at. I think these facts (and yes, they are facts) make this story almost unbelievable. But trust me, it’s 100% true.

My name is Lyle Beake, and I was in love once.

I know, shocking, right? Who would have thought, especially after that introduction? But like I said, I wouldn’t be writing this if I didn’t think I could bring something new to the table. So, on to it, I suppose.

I have some trouble with falling in love with every pretty girl I see. It’s a terrible habit, I know, and one that’s rather harmful, but nonetheless interesting. You see, with each new girl, I find a new thing to fall in love with. It’s this girl’s hair, that girl’s taste in music, or what this girl said in class. It’s quite exhausting, to be honest. To dedicate most of my time lost in thought about this one particular person, then for the infatuation to go away, only to be replaced by another. It’s something I tried incredibly hard to overcome. And what a mistake that was. If I hadn’t spent all that time faux-falling in love with all those girls, I would not have been prepared to appreciate the whole beauty that is THE girl. When I first saw her, it was her soft brown eyes, and then it was the slope of her smile, her perfect brown hair, the curve of her body, the sound of her laugh, voice, the way she looked at me, the things she said. It was all perfect, she was perfect, is perfect. She’s still out there. Just not with me anymore. See, the difference between my love story and all the rest, is that it starts with the breakup.

“It’s crazy that girls like you can even exist, like it’s just unfair for the rest of humanity, not just other girls. Knowing that there is a human being out there who is so beautiful, inside and out, it’s almost unfathomable. You are like a fairytale in that you are perfect, but unlike a fairytale I knew there would be no happy ending with you.  And I understand how that sounds. It sounds insane. How can I describe you as this basic demi-god then turn around and say we can’t be together? Well it’s simple. I can’t live a life knowing that I in no way deserve you in the slightest.”

“What does that even mean? Of course you deserve me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think we should be together. I love you, Lyle. Please, please don’t do this. Whatever you’re going through, I want to be by your side to help you through it!”

“I just can’t do it Ruby. As much as it hurts me to hurt you, I just can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your damn apologies, I want your love!”

“Look, please, just listen to me when I say one day you’ll understand that this could never work. It might be hard for you to understand now, but I know you’ll get it one day.”

And then I left. And I haven’t seen her since.

This happens to be the worst decision of my life.

I have no clue as to what was going in my mind at the time. I must have been possessed by some godforsaken demon, because no one in their right mind would break up with a girl like Ruby Shine. And now I am lost, and I need your help. But first, I need to give you some scope of the situation. So I will attempt to describe the most perfect girl ever to exist.

Wish me luck.

Her Eyes

The first time I saw Ruby’s eyes was like waking up right as the sun is rising in the morning. It’s like a new world being born, and you are bearing witness to it. You might not think brown eyes are sexy, but you’ve never seen hers. It’s not enough to describe them as perfect. They are warm and inviting, understanding and wise. If one begins to look into them, it’s almost impossible to break their trance. The first time I witnessed these eyes was at a party at my best friend, David’s house. Me, being the anti-social lame that I am, had been sitting in the corner of his basement on a bar stool sipping a beer for near the entirety of the night. Now, when I tell you that I am anti-social I feel like I’m making an understatement. Most of my time is spent looking at my shoes and trying my damnedest to avoid eye contact with pretty much everyone. I can barely talk to my parents, let alone other people my age. As I was nursing my 4th Bud Light of the young night, some movement coming down the stairs caught my attention. Looking up from the tops of my sneakers, I lock eyes with a goddess. Honestly, I couldn’t speak when I saw those eyes. They put me in a trance that I never wanted to be aroused from. Unfortunately, you’ll be noticed rather quickly if you stare at somebody for what only seemed like a second, but turned out to be over 10 minutes. When she approached me, I was preparing for the worst. The sounds of “creep” and “why were you staring at me, what do you want?” were already ringing in my ears. But instead:

“You’re looking at me like a long lost friend, but I’m pretty sure we haven’t met before. Hi, I’m Ruby Shine, what’s your name?”


“Are you alright? You look a little confused.”

“Oh, uh, yeah sorry haha I just, ah, couldn’t look away I guess.”

“Well that’s fine, but you still haven’t told me your name.”

“Shit, yeah, sorry, uh it’s Lyle. Lyle Beake. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Well Lyle Beake that is quite the interesting name you’ve got there. It’s nice to meet you, sir. As I’ve already introduced myself, I will be moving on to another topic of conversation, if you don’t mind.”

“You know David, right? I think I should go see how he’s doing; I think he’s had a lot to drink tonight. It was nice meeting you though.”

I tried to walk away, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. I really had never been with a girl, let alone kissed one, let alone there be mere inches from my face to hers. I was, understandably, very nervous at this point.

“I.. uhh.. wha.. what are you doing?”

“Lyle Beake, you seem like a very interesting young man and I would like to enjoy a conversation with you, and I can’t do that if you’re making up excuses and leaving me.”

“No, really I think I should go check on him, but uh I’ll be back, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you for a second, and you aren’t going anywhere but to this couch over here.”

“Look, Ruby, is it?” She nods, quite emphatically. “You seem like a very nice girl, but I’m not much for conversation.”

“Well I find that very hard to believe. Everyone’s good for conversation, one at least, as long as you’re talking with the right person. And I think you just found the perfect person to talk to, not to brag. So sit! When was the last time you had a real, heart to heart conversation with a complete stranger? I bet it’s been a long time, I know it has been for me.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever had an at length conversation with somebody I didn’t know.”

“That’s even more reason for you to stay then! You’ve been missing out on an experience that will change your life forever!”

“Talking to a stranger changes your life?”

“That and talking to me! I guarantee you will have a good time. Now, sit! I want to know everything about you.”

At this point, I was hooked. I had never had anything like this happen to me before in my life. From that point, the conversation just started flowing. She wasn’t kidding when she said talking to her would change my life, because from that point on nothing was the same. It’s like a missing piece of a puzzle that you started 17 years ago being found underneath the couch. I felt complete. They say you shouldn’t depend on another person for your happiness that no other should have to complete your life. But those people aren’t me, and I think those people never met their Ruby. After our first encounter, all I wanted to do was be with her, and somehow she reciprocated the feeling. I was head over heels in love over this girl. And it all started with her eyes.

An Intervention, of Sorts

David and I walk through the halls of our high school together. Free period is coming up, so we make our way toward our regular hang out spot at the common area outside. There are many pretty girls around, but there’s only one on my mind.

“You’re thinking about Ruby, aren’t you?” David had noticed the lost look on my face.

I was caught. “Well, it’s kind of hard not to man. I think I love her.”

We went to sit down on a bench. I could tell he was fed up with all of it. As he held his face in his hands, I could tell he was frustrated. I couldn’t blame him. Him being my only friend, I had no one else to talk to about any of the stuff that happens in my life, and really the only thing that was happening as of now was my moping over the absence of Ruby.

“Alright Lyle, I’m gonna give you some advice real quick. After this though, I’m done talking about this endless bullshit. Now, I realize Ruby was your first girlfriend and all, but pull yourself together. If you do love her, call her. Beg for her to take you back. Do anything you can to prove to her that you do. But the way things are looking right now, with you moping around and feeling all sorry for yourself, it seems like you’re missing the fact that you were in a relationship and not the relationship itself. And if all the begging and the pleading doesn’t work, then it’s not meant to be. And if it’s not meant to be, then forget about her. Forget about her and move on with your damn life, cause there’s way more important things to do and way more girls to date.”

“Well, as succinctly as you summed it up, I don’t really think it’s that simple. I mean, I could beg and plead and it she could say no, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be with me. It just means that I hurt her. I don’t think there are enough apologies for me to give to where she could ever trust me again, and I don’t think that I want her to. There is no way in hell I would deserve to be with her again after what I did to her.”

© Copyright 2020 Ryan Haas. All rights reserved.

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