Advice?!...I have this problem... Not really a bad problem, and is usually something I'm always sure I'll know how to deal with...
Please, allow me to give you the short version.
So, there's this friend of mine who continues to "flirt" with me, which would normally be somewhat entertaining... I usually deny the idea of dating ased on the fact that teenaged relationships are generally messy, emotional, and useless...
But this person is very kind, and very generous..
Actually, he tried to kiss me the other day.. (tried being to primary statement)
Exerpt from D-form'dD-form'd is the story I'm currently writing which will later be formatted into a comic book... Hopefully. I just wanted to put something on here to communicate what kind of writer I am and see if I can obtan a few tips from the awesome RoosterTeeth community.
Here we go. :3
"She couldn't help but let her mind wander about in infinite directions, lest her attention be kept on the piercing cold of the Alaskan Winter's night. So sharp, so absolute it was, that it seemed to not only deaden the nerves, but perhaps also deep into one's soul, never pleasant for the victim or those around. The deep freeze makes one either dead to the world, or incredibly volitile, both of which Eva was eager to avoid. After all, she was stuck there, in that clearing, only two people for company. Not by choice, but by necessity, one of them clung to the other two, (she and Pices) who were already inseperable. But in this desperate situation, with so much depending on others, she'd no want for an argument. They'd faught enough... Through AMDAGE, past gunfire and guards, both Human and Abeo alike, and the three were simply exaughsted... So, she sat and thought about nothing, and everything, every train of thought leading to another obscure subject, and so on... Though it appeared odd, as she stared with glazed insomniac eyes at the plain snow, she was incredibly content...
"What's wrong with her?" raven leaned over toward Pices, who kept the fire blazing with naught but a thought process. He smiled.
"Nothing... She's thinking..." he replied, not breaking eye contact with the inferno in front of him.
"Weird... why wou-" Raven began, rather critcally, but was stopped short by Pices.
"No.... Believe me, if her mouth were open, you'd regret saying anything" He elaborated, though without much expression. It took many years of knowig her to comprehend her tnedancies, and he didn't expect Raven to understand.Strangely, however, he did. He understood completely.
There was little conversation after. Raven began to simply stare at the fire, vexed by its seeming insanity, its entropy that he envied at the time. After a while, his crystal blue eyes were like Eva's, silent and unmoving... But because he could feel something. Something near, something dreadful encroaching upon them,.. Minutes, hours, maybe, he couldn't tell. There was something coming... That was all he was sure of. "
It's a boring part I know, but it's for practice writing, not for a whole lot of entertainment. :)
Crush...Oh, how I loathe the idea in a library of ways.. I'm aware that I'm 17 and that I can expect to find myself attracted to another human being, but honestly, I become annoyed of it. It's like a creature that crawled into my skin that I'm to deal with for the remainder of my life. I will follow this person, watch him, worry about him, listen intently to every word that he speaks to the point that I know more about him in less than a year than most do after many... That, I beileve, is just sad. Why spend so much effort on a single person??? Especially when my adoration for him is so completely unrequited...
I despise this, not the situation, but the idea that it makes me not so unlike every other teenaged idiot who falls for your mind's same old trick... It annoys me greatly... Without using any amount of profanity, I really can't express how badly I hate it...
Blegh... I'm going to laught when this is worse in college. :P