Just Say Yes (Challenge)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A contest by Gadzookziie Spice 99

Number: 13

Song: Taylor Swift, Love Story

Hopes: That Gadzookziie will like it

I wrote it in a sort of diary form and put some of the lyrics in- it's harder than you'd think because the lyrics rhyme and people don't just talk in a poetic way like that!

Just Say Yes.
February 9th
 The first time I saw him I was in the arms of another man. I swept across the floor in a whirl of gold satin and lace. All eyes lingered on me, but not for the right reasons. My father was a man of importance you see, and this ball was yet another attempt to set me up with a rich respectable gentleman. I tried my hardest to disguise the vacant disinterested look that was probably clear on my face. The hall was full of talk and laughter, ladies in jewel encrusted gowns and wealthy well dressed men. It might be great fun for them but I could think of a thousand places I would rather be. One of them being the balcony outside my bedroom window, simply thinking and watching the sky and those below me. I bid a good night to the man who my father had ushered me to dance with- he was in his mid thirties, far too old for me. I wasn’t ready for marriage.
 I reached for the mahogany banister ready to climb the grand marble staircase when I saw a young boy making his way through the crowd. He was also the most handsome boy I had ever set eyes on.
 “Hello” he smiled charismatically. Was it me or was the room spinning?
 “Would you care to dance?”
 If only it could have lasted all night. I danced as I had never danced before, finally finding the fun in it. I felt younger than I ever had and laughed freely with every spin and every jump. My dance instructor always informed me to let the music move me, but it was him who moved me. His eyes were bright and smiling, more beautiful than the stars dotted across the velvet sky outside my bedroom window. We managed to escape the room and ran into the garden. We walked our hands entwined through the blooming flowers and towering trees that shaded us and hid us from watching eyes. I looked up at the sky and it confirmed that his eyes were indeed much brighter than those stars, which looked quite dim in comparison. I scanned his face wondering how mine looked, for I felt as I never had before. I’m fairly sure I’d fallen in love.
February 10th
 Father does not agree. His identity was revealed- Leon Jameson, son of a man who owned a rival business. We did not care for their words or their businesses. We were in love and felt nothing else but that love. We were content simply passing each other in town and sharing a glance or smile. My fathers hand firmly gripped my arm but I barely felt it, momentarily dazed by that one little gesture. I was tugged into the warmth of the bakers and was enveloped by the comforting smell of baking. His face was mere centimetres from mine and his scolding still rang in my ears hours later. I was not to speak to Leon, my love, my Romeo. This was not unexpected- we were prepared for this. We were to meet up in secret that night at our place.
 There’s nothing better than his familiar scent or warmth, those arms that held me so gently, though there was no doubt that if it was possible he would not let go. His touch, his kiss was all that mattered. When I was with him I could forget about appearances and material things. There was no pressure no... ties. He cut the cord that bound me to these everyday things, and took me to a place where we could be us. Yes us, there was no me or I or him in this place only us each other and them. They, of course were the people who controlled us. They were our family the ones who supposedly loved us but kept us wrapped up snugly in cotton wool. Sometimes I wondered whether my father truly loved me or just the opportunities that a daughter could bring. I relaxed against Leon’s chest pushing these thoughts from my mind. We were in our place- there was no them only us. I was content and would have spoken to him all night but the hour was late and I knew the occupants of my house would be going to bed. We feared being heard and said our hushed yet loving goodbyes. Every word was a sigh- we had to keep quiet for we were dead if they knew. I closed my eyes as we held one another desperately clinging on to him wanting to escape everything for even a little while. I watched him walk away until he was merely a silhouette, and then was swallowed by the darkness.
 I did not go to bed until long after that. I cried on the staircase begging him please don’t go, though he already had, and had no hope of hearing me.
February 11th
 I am inconsolable. Father is hearing none of this ‘foolishness’ as he calls it. I have never felt so depressed to the point where I’m near deafened by my own screams. I try and muffle them into the pillow but it’s hopeless. He was past angry or furious. He said I was a disgraceful naïve little girl who was nothing but trouble to him. Didn’t he raise me, give me nice things, and teach me better than to fall in love with someone such as a Jameson? He had spoken with Leon’s father. How perfectly awful it was to imaging them having the discussion, which I’m sure was a heated one. Leon was to stay away from me or it would be the death of him and if he died I’m sure I would too.
 I had to do it. No matter how many a scolding I got when I returned, I’m glad I did it. I ran, fled from the place I had called home for so long that was now a prison. He kept on a brave face, put on a mask of confidence but he was broken, empty.
 “Leon, save me. I’m so sick of this- what gives him the right to tell me how to feel? This love is difficult, but it’s real” I sobbed.
 “Don’t be afraid. We’ll make it out of this mess” he reassured but those bright eyes no longer shone as they once did.
February 18th
 It has taken me exactly a week to gain enough strength to write this. Leon left with promises of coming back as often as he could. I’m not sure that such a thing is possible. His father is doing this purposely driving us apart. What a tragic love story this is turning out to be, and so sad to think this should be my happy ending. A white dress and bouquet were now were now all that was on my mind rather than all I wished I could get away from. Funny to think that not long ago I was so certain I was not ready for marriage. I’m sure Juliet would have looked at me in such a way if she were not fictional. If she was real and of course not dead, what a conversation we could have- her tales of her suffering and how idiotic I was not to see this coming. The conclusion was becoming oh so clear to me now.
February 19th
 I’m still waiting.
February 20th
 I’m still waiting.
February 21st
 I’m still waiting.
February 22nd
 I’m still waiting...
March 28th
 I got tired of waiting for him to come around. It kills me to say that my faith in him is fading. Was this my ending Juliet? I admit I did not see this coming. I was so sure in the love that I was convinced existed. How bittersweet, killed by love in a tragically romantic fashion but the love was never really there. Father was right- I was young foolish and naïve. I was also right in the beginning when I told myself I was too young to get married. That area is one in which someone should be sure of them self. Without him I wasn’t sure who I was. I could not recall a time where we weren’t us. Who had I been before him? I cannot bear to even speak his name so I am for once glad it is taboo in my home.
March 29th
 I met him on the outskirts of town that evening. I was sure I had gone mentally ill but it was no hallucination.
 “Leon, save me I’ve been feeling so alone. I kept waiting for you and you never came. Is this in my head I don’t know what to think...?” I cried desperately. Was the love between us lost? He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring.
 “Marry me my love and you’ll never have to feel alone. I love you, and that’s all that I really know. I’ve talked with your dad and you’ll go pick out your white dress. I’m in love with you- just say yes”
 And oh I did.

Submitted: December 19, 2009

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I absolutely love the way you posted this chapter. Especially where is still waiting... Brilliant. I'm in this challenge also. Good Luck! This looks like a winner!

Sun, December 20th, 2009 3:21pm


Thank you very much Angellyn good luck to you too!

Mon, December 21st, 2009 7:29am


Oooops! Where she is still waiting. Lol! My bad!

Sun, December 20th, 2009 3:23pm


Haha don't worry we all make mistakes in our haste to comment! Thanks again.

Mon, December 21st, 2009 7:30am

Gadzookziie Spice 99

Amazing! Good luck :D

Sun, December 20th, 2009 8:54pm


Thanks I've got my fingers crossed!

Mon, December 21st, 2009 7:31am

Gadzookziie Spice 99

I'm really sorry about the comment i left you about the dead line thing. I'm sorry. I loved this! A little clue. Your high up in the ranking ;)

Wed, December 30th, 2009 6:56pm


this is wonderful, perfect! loved it :D

Wed, January 20th, 2010 6:33pm


I thought you would! Glad I recommended it to you because your comment put a smile on my face. Thanks a lot!

Fri, January 22nd, 2010 12:11pm


What a beautifully vivid description of the anxieties we feel in love.

You seem to be an older soul than the years you have spent here.

Keep writing.

Sun, May 2nd, 2010 2:31am


Thank you for complimenting the work that went into getting this story just right. I put a lot of thought into describing the difficulties a lot of us have to face. You are not the first to comment on how I'm more mature than most my age! Thank you again for your comment, I will keep writing as long as there are people out there willing to read!

Tue, May 4th, 2010 10:57am


.......AAH! SHAUNA! SHAUNA! OH MY GOSH! I had a dream!! About us it was sooo sad! I mean I woke up and was like "Whoa!" Well here it is! (short story kind of)

My teacher (the mean one that wouldn't let me do my report on South Wales) was talking on and on and then out of no where she said. "Were going to have pen pals of students your age that live in South Wales." and my head just snaps up and I look at her and she has like 3 papers in her hand with names and addresses. And I say "Is Shauna Leigh Brown one of the students" and she looks through the papers and goes "yes...?" and I go "I want to write to her." and my teacher (meanie) says you get who you get"

And that's when I slammed my hands on my desk and I stand up slowly and say "That girl is my BEST friend and I want to write to her. She will be so excited and freaking out when she gets a letter from me. I want to write to HER!" and she goes "Fine fine you can write to her" and she gives me your address.

So were writing back and forth and back in forth through the year and you seriously have NO idea it's me. You didn't even think about me on Booksie when you heard the name Jessie. You were just like "I have a friend on and her names Jessie and she lives in the United States. She's one of my closest friends and I told her about eating and everything." and I go "Oh really that's pretty cool..." and everything and you had NO idea it was me I mean you were just telling me all this stuff about you that I already knew!

So it was getting to the end of the year and everything and we were still writing back and forth and back and forth and then all of a sudden the teacher says "Alright students here is the fun part about this project. We are going to go to South Wales and meet your pen pals." and I stood up and started screaming and yelling and jumping up and down and everyone was looking at me like I was crazy and I was just FREAKING OUT. But there was a catch to it. You had to find your pen pal by using their description they said of their selves and I go "Oh that's easy I will find her in a second because I already know what she looks like."

Well it wasn't THAT easy as I thought it was going to be. We were on the plane and then we were FINALLY there. We were looking and searching all of us and I said "screw it I'm going to find her on my own" so I was looking around and I saw this girl and she kinda looked like you, not really, she had the died blonde hair and I was so excited I ran up to her and I start screaming and she looks at me like I'm crazy.

I say "Shauna?!?" and she goes "No.." and I go "Ugh! Do you know a Shauna Leigh Brown" and she goes "Ya but she lives in South Wales" and I go "Isn't that where I am?" and she goes "No your in Wales not the south of it" and then I realized that they did that on purpose, dropped us in the wrong spot, not it South Wales.

And I was peeved! But then I just turned around and I was back at my school, by the double doors that lead to the gym and I walk down those and into the gym, and there is just this HUGE circle of people with laptops. And I was like "Oh crap how am I going to find her." and I look around and I notice you are the person right in front of me.

I just have the biggest smile on my face and I can't get it off. I walk over to you and I go "Can I see this for a second?" and you go "Well wait." and I just grab it out of your hands and you go "Hey!" and I see your logged into booksie and I just start laughing. Your just yelling at me and I go "Relax Shauna you are my pen pal it's ok." You huff and sit back down and I sit next to you. I'm looking at booksie acting like I have NO idea what i am doing and your explaining it to me and everything and your saying how you love it so much and I go "Oh that's cool. " and you go "Ya." so I'm looking around on it, on your page and I click on "Leaving Amber" and it pops up and I scroll down and click on my name and I go "Who's this?" and you go "Oh just one of my friends." and I'm looking at my page and I go "Huh her name is Jessie too" and laugh and go "Ya." and so I'm trying to get you to get that I am THAT Jessie and you just won't get it.

So finally I log out of your account. "Your Shauna Right?" and you go "ya!" and I go "oh the same one that has her belly button pierced, speaks English, has a trailer of Leaving Amber and is also known as Shauna Leigh Templeton." and you go "How did you know that? I only told one person and that was Jess..." and you just start screaming! I mean non stop LOUD! and I'm just laughing my butt off watching you FIANLLY get it was me! You were my pen pal and everything. And then you go "Why didn't you tell me it was you?" And I go "Well I thought it would be kind of OBVIOUS!" and you go "You know the blonde dye gets into my brain" and I laugh and were laughing non stop just TALKING we saw each other in person finally. And then I had to go cuz of my class and I go "I did promise you someday." and you go "and that day was today" and I go "Yea" and we hug and I leave crying cuz I didn't want to go!

And then my dream ended! D: Best Dream Ever! And I was thinking about making it a novel...what do you think?

Tue, February 15th, 2011 9:29am



Wow I forgot my hey hey lovely thing- that's how excited I am!

That is the fricking best dream in the entire world! I love how you slammed down your hand and screamed at Mean Nasty Teacher and said "She's my BEST friend!!" You tell her Dream-Jessie!

Oh my God how totally blonde of me to not realise I was writing to you! That's just so me!

The part where I was yelling at you for just snatching my laptop was so freaking funny, and then when I was explaining BOOKSIE to you!!! That's just so hilarious, imagine that, explaining it to you when you talked to me on that site almost every day!!

I was laughing my head off at the part where you try and get me to realise that YOU are the same Jessie as on Booksie!

Best part though was "oh the same one tha has her belly button pierced, speaks Engish, has a trailer of Leaving Amber and is also known as Shauna Leigh Templeton?" "How did you know that? I only told one person and that was Jess..." AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

Then of course the blonde dye joke!! Oh and I almost cried at the part where you said "I did promise you someday" and then I said "and that day was today" and then the hugging and crying!!!!

Totally the best dream in the world Jess! Way better than my chicken fatory one- I still think it's a sign I should become vegetarian...

You should SO make it into a novel!!! You know what would be cool too- if we became ACTUAL pen pals!!!!! I mean we'd have to figure out what stamps to use and stuff because we live so far away from each other but oh well!!

Love you lovely!

Mon, February 21st, 2011 10:56pm

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