The Old Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another old story! This is THE old story, though. I actually had a whole notebook with the original story scribbled in it, this is a redo I tried to do a while ago (got uninterested at the time). Maybe I'll get the original on here. You never know. :]

Submitted: January 25, 2009

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A wave of nauseas, salty air blew into Vivian’s face, and she turned around to cough viciously, her chestnut-brown hair falling out of its loose bun on the back of her head. “You okay?” called her best friend Alyssa from her spot in the sand before rummaging through her bag. “Fine,” Vivian choked out, pushing her hair behind her eyes. Alyssa positioned herself to face Vivian. She was clutching a pair of binoculars in her hands. “What,” Vivian asked as she tugged on her jeans cutoffs, “are you planning to do with those?” Three minutes later she was in hysteric giggling as Alyssa’s explained how she was going to scan the beach for her next great crush. “What?” Alyssa cried, exasperated. “Like you have anything…” She trailed off and chuckled quietly. She was looking into the binoculars. “My, my. If it isn’t Tyler!” Vivian glanced over, pretending to look uninterested. But she gazed at him longer than intended.

His sleek blonde hair was framing his face perfectly, his twinkling emerald eyes deciding the next words he would charm a blessed girl with. Vivian’s heart melted at the sight of him. Unexpectedly, he glanced over, and locked eyes with Vivian. She turned her head; she could feel the blood rising to her cheeks.

Then Ella walked by. Ella, with her glossy platinum blonde hair down to her waist; Ella, with her small button nose of flawless bronze skin; Ella, with her French accent for the gravity pull of innocent guys; Ella, with her deep hatred toward Vivian and Alyssa. Milk and designer jeans to not go together, Vivian giggled in her mind, having a short flashback.

Anyhow, here strutted Ella in a snakeskin bikini and black wedges. She stumbled in the sand, trying to catch up with Tyler. He had changed course and was now heading towards Alyssa and Vivian, much to all three girls’ horror. Just as he was about to set himself down next to Vivian and Alyssa, Ella plummeted face first into the sand with a high-pitched squeal. Vivian glanced at Alyssa and Tyler to see their faces before she reacted. Tyler leaped up, rushing to help the fallen Ella, now lying on her stomach in the sand with tears in her eyes, just as Alyssa burst into frantic laughter, rolling over her beach towel in her little sky-blue bikini. Vivian frowned at the scene. What was Ella doing at the beach? She stayed away from “zat ‘orrible ‘ole ov sand” as much as possible. But suddenly she strolls in with a trendy bathing suit and fashion pumps?

Unexpectedly, a macabre scream sliced through the air. Alyssa abruptly cut off her laughing and looked up. Ella was shaking her leg in the air, as though trying to rid it of something. She hopped up and dashed towards Tyler, leaning against him. “Geet eet ofe, please!” She screeched at him. He pushed his hair out of his face and leaned down, hiding a small smile from Ella. The sound of a phone ringing caught Vivian’s attention. Searching through her pockets, she pulled out her cellular phone. It began to vibrate and she hastily answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hi… Is this Vivian?”

“Speaking. Who is this?”

“Oh. I—“ Pause. Silence.

“Hello? Hello…?”

The line died, she realized, and then checked the number. Unknown. A little creepy, she mentally noted. The phone vibrated in her hands again. Pressing a button, the screen popped up. “One text,” it said. “Dalring can u plz coem home?” Vivian giggled softly to herself. This was obviously from Mom, and her texting skills. After texting back a quick “OK,” she returned her attention back to the Ella group as she gathered her things. Tyler was jogging back to them and Alyssa was looking at him enthusiastically. “It was a starfish!” He exclaimed, exasperated from chuckling. “It was stuck to her leg. It wouldn’t come off for me, but somehow Danny…” He paused, poking his thumb in the direction of a skinny boy wearing thick-framed glasses and parted greasy hair. “Well, Danny has skills.”

Following their laughing moment, Vivian announced she had to leave and gave her farewells. As she was helping herself stand, her foot twisted in the sand and she fell into Tyler, who caught her backwards in his arms. She looked up into his face before releasing herself, knowing she was blushing. “Sorry, sorry,” she mumbled then hurried off, clutching her t-shirt to her chest. After she was a good ten feet away from the others, she looked over her shoulder. Tyler was walking along behind her, his head down. He looked up suddenly and gave her an awkward smile. “Uh, Vivian?” He called out, intending for her to stop; she did. Nervously, she pulled the on the elastic on the top of her bathing suit and turned around. “Yes?”

“Vivian,” he started, his voice trembling a bit. “I adore you oh so much. That’s why I was wondering if you would…” He trailed off, seeming unsure of what to say. Vivian’s jaw hung on her skull loosely as she imagined his next words. “Well, you don’t have to do this now, and actually I would prefer later, but… I was wondering if you could ask Alyssa if she would date me?”

Oh.

Oh.

Well.

So unexpected, Vivian thought, hiding her face with her hair in shame. “Sure,” she mumbled. Her heart constricted in her chest, but she smiled uncertainly behind her curtain of hair. “Thank you, thank you,” he whispered, gratefully hugging her with one arm before leaving again back to Alyssa. “I’ll tell her later,” she muttered to herself, her good mood vanishing slowly.


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