IMPORTANT: Okay... This is a ROUGH draft, and I will be editing it over and over before it's done. Also, this is simply the beginning of a short story for a contest on another forum. Basically, your character must make a bad decision and face the consequences of that decision. The point is to focus on character development. Anyway, there is a story behind this story. Some of you know it. Some of you don't. Either way, I hope you enjoy the read.


The Month of May

I could feel the tequila rolling over my tongue, kissing me softly as it sauntered down my throat. Music sung from every corner of the room, crowds of sluts dancing to its infectious humming, grinding their bodies over men, flippant men. I wanted to laugh at them. They were doing it wrong. Tossing my dark hair back, my lips curled into a smug smile, and I eyed the table across the throng of dancers. I knew I could give them a show they’d never forget—seduction was my art—and I’d be sure to give those pathetic ****** a wave on my way to the bedroom, their boys at my back. I shook my head, throwing my chin back as I chugged the rest of my shot.

“Come on, Eryn,” I told myself half-heartedly. “You can’t think like that anymore. You’ve moved past it.” I sighed. “It must be the alcohol.”

I couldn’t remember anything after that moment. Blurred figures and faces swarmed my clouded head, crawling over my eyes in slow motion. I wanted to see it, something that would help me understand; but there was nothing to contrive. I let my fingers brush over my abdomen slowly, whispering delicate words to myself. You’ll be okay. This isn’t happening. You don’t need to worry. But I was already a month pregnant, and I had everything to worry about. Sitting up, I glanced around my room, taking in the bland walls with disgust. I’d wanted to paint my walls red since I moved in—white was so boring—but my mother told me it wasn’t sensible. Neither was a sixteen-year-old carrying around a bastard-child, but I still had to deal, didn’t I? I groaned as the phone rang loudly from my nightstand. Fucking idiots calling me when I clearly don’t want to talk.

“Hello?” I mumbled in abhorrence, shifting the phone closely to my ear.

“Hey, it’s Bri,” came the voice on the other line. “Listen, I need a favor. Can you drive me to Kelley’s? It’s the store next to Subway, incase you’ve forgotten. I know your mother’s had you on lockdown.”

“I know where the damn place is. What for?” I rolled over, eyeing my alarm clock as I stretched my arms over my head. 6:12 P.M.

“I just need to pick up a few things, Mama Girl,” Brianna said mockingly, and I could hear her subdued giggles.

I laughed. “You’re really funny, you know that?” Standing up, I noted my soft appearance in the mirror. My hair hung loosely over my pale shoulders; my face was washed out and gaunt. I shook my head. “Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

The store was expectedly empty, and I felt morose, smashed in between boxes and more boxes, the lights dim, casting shadows across my body; black angels embraced me, kissing me with their tainted, feathered wings. But Brianna was perfect, a wide-eyed blonde with a genuine smile, the kind that made your heart grin. I used to be like that. People would watch me. They’d tell me I was the light of the room; and now I was a shriveled silhouette. So much for the pregnant lady glow.

“You dragged me here to get condoms?” I stopped myself with an eyebrow raised as Bri grabbed two boxes and cradled them in the crease of her elbow. She glanced down at my stomach, shrugging.

“You can never be too careful,” she said. Turning her head, her face peaked in excitement, and she grabbed my arm, pulling me close. “Eryn, it’s Ryan.” Her voice was hushed and frantic, her finger pointed toward a man across the aisle. He was good looking by anyone’s standards. His blonde hair was tinted like an auburn sunset, fiery shades merging and smiling together. Even from where I was standing, I could see his eyes, a cold blue. I frowned at his dark apparel.

“So? What’s the big deal?” I demanded.

Brianna stared incredulously. “Well, look at him! I introduced you two at my party; but I guess you were probably too wasted to remember.”

“Guess so.” I took on a nonchalant smile as he looked our way, but my heart started hammering against my chest, scraping my flesh, begging to be released. I didn’t remember seeing him, any of him, and he still sent adrenaline crawling across my body when he moved closer to us, his arms iridescent as moonshine. Everything inside of me told me to run; it was only a short sprint to the door. Bri brought me forward.

“What brings you here, Ryan?” she asked, touching his shoulder sweetly. “Oh, and you remember Eryn, right?”

Then he gave me that look, that I-had-sex-with-you look. His eyes were half-lidded, and his smile was slight. I could almost feel the heat trickling from his skin. ****! You have got to be kidding me! I don’t even know this guy! But the fogged memories from the party began dissolving into pictures with more clarity than I cared for. I could see my naked body over his. He face was there, grinning up at me.

“Of course I remember,” Ryan said suddenly, his deep voice reverberating over my form, and he nodded in my direction. “You’re some girl.”

I snorted with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I’m a real treat when I’m drunk.”

“She doesn’t even remember you,” Bri added. I slapped a hand to my forehead, my eyes darkening. Leave it up to her to **** up a situation.

Ryan looked surprised. “Really? I guess we’ll have to get reacquainted then.”

I could hear the suggestion in his voice, gentle sensuality; it swept over me like a rolling wave, filling my lungs to the brim with uneasiness. But my gaze couldn’t leave his cobalt orbs. There was something there.

Can't wait for you to write the rest...even if it will have a bad ending. :cryriver: :cryriver:

Thanks, Baby!

P.S. Where are my big letters?

Hmm.... Big letters?

Ok.

Here ya go!

A

B C D E F G

HI

J K LMNOP

Q R S

T U

Random little girl (sesame street parody I guess): Cookie Monster :cutelaugh:

Shippo: -_- There's no Cookie monster in the alphabet.. *blinks* Come to think of it.. What is a cookie monster?

V

W X Y Z

Cookie Monster is a Monster who likes cookies, primarily, Shippo, but may eat virtually anything else in lew of them if there aren't any available.

Shippo: Oh. I see. Thanks, Sylt. :)

It's inside joke between Trevor and me. xD