A Rant.

Oh. My. God.

I'm so sick of everything.
Ass hole brother, pent house owners, parents;
Everything.

I'm not looking for sympathy.
I just need a place to rant.

And my time has been cut short, so I'm going to write in my notebook.

I. Deserve. A. Medal.

Seriously!

For the first time in my life, I have filled up a whole notebook with ONE story!

When The Wind Blows Cold (i think I'm gonna change the title.)

Now... I just have to type it out.
(scary prospect)


So yeah!
I'm happy!! <:

To Whom It May Concern:

Scene:
Dimly lit bar. People dancing on the left. Bar on the right. Lounge center. 2 guys and a girl are sitting in chairs beside a couch. Matt is sprawled out, loudly mumbling. Sofie breaks away from a dance looks towards the couch. Matt loudly shouts something, and the 2 guys and girl quickly get up and walk away. Matt sinks low. Sofie approaches.
Sofie:Okay, Matt, I think it's time to go home.
Matt: (slurred) Aw Mum, 5 more minutes.
Sofie: No, luv, I think we should go right now. (BOUNCER takes a step closer)
Matt: (staggers up) Well, then, (shouts) goodbye, cruel world! See you again, soon, at the pub...
Sofie: (looks apologetically at bouncer) Yep, let's go home.
Scene: (lights dim, low spotlight follows the across the stage)
Matt: Sof, are you coming home with me? (conspiratorially) Tell me, will I score tonight?
Sofie: (looks down, blushes) No, Matt, I'm taking you to to your house, then I'm leaving. In and out, dear.
Matt: Hey Sof, I think I'm a bit drunk. D-did I have lots to drink, then?
Sofie: Yes, Matt, you had quite a lot to drink. (stops) There, now, you're home.
Matt: You know, you can say 'we're home'. It sounds nicer.
Sofie: ( patronizing) Yes, luv, very nice.
Scene: (lights brighten, revealing a small 1 bedroom suite.)
Matt: (stumbles through the door) Ow.
Sofie: Whoakey, time to get you into bed. (pulls him to the bedroom)
Matt: Well my goodness, aren't you direct! Tell me, are you coming to be with me? Because, frankly, I've always thought you'd be great.
Sofie: (blushes deeper, unceremoniously dumps him on his bed and turns away to hurry out the door) (Matt speaks as she turns to leave)
Matt: (Dizzily sits up) Woah. I-I think I just felt a line being crossed. Am I right? Am I? Damn. I crossed it, didn't I? Sof, I'm so sorry...
damn again... I can't seem to feel my trousers. D-do you have anything to do with that, Sof?
Sofie: (sits on the edge of his bed to take off his shoes) No, Matt, your trousers are still intact. And yes, a small line was crossed there, but don't fret, nothing unforgivable.
Matt: Shoot. I knew it. (cocks his head to the side) And Sof, you were right. Purple is a horrid color on you. I don't recommend that blouse. Damn. Another line, eh Sof?
Sofie: Yep, that was another one. But you're drunk, so I'll forgive you. (thoughtfully) Is this blouse really wretched?
Matt: Quite. I think that you should take it off- DAMN! There goes another line! (more slurred) Sof, I'm drunk. Slap me.
Sofie: (laughs lightly) Ah, Matt, I haven't seen you like this since high school. (stands up to put his shoes in the closet)
Matt: (surprised) What? Honestly... (sways and lays down, then rolls onto his side to look at Sofie) honestly, I haven't been this drunk since high school. Odd. Look what 2 years does to one.
Sofie: Yeah! Some people sober up! (laughs)
Matt: (super serious) And some people get more lovelier then ever.
Sofie: (taken aback) What?
Matt: (only slightly slurred) Ah, Sof, you're gorgeouser then you were in high school, and you were the most beautiful one in the whole school! And you know what? I'm drunk, and I probably wouldn't remember this in the morning, except you're here, so I won't forget it. And (drops voice) I'd tell you right now that I love you if I didn't know that the fact that I'm drunk would make you think that I'm just spouting nonsense and slurred emotions. (sighs, and rolls onto his back)
Sofie: (shocked) Well... (pause) Matt...
Matt: (tired and apologetic) No, no,no, Sof, no worries. I don't need you to say anything. I don't mind you saying something bad. But... come, sit here (pats bed)
Sofie: (speechless, sits on bed)
Matt: (shyly, after a few minutes) Sof, I lied. Your silence is killing me. But Sof, remember the partys. Remember when I was going out with Joyce Peterson, and I really hated her because she was so mean to you, but you made me promise not to say anything? Well, when I got drunk, that night, I was honest with myself and her. More honest than I had ever been. And I was drunk, but truthful and lucid.
Sofie: (shocked smile) Well, Matthew Parker, in the nine years that I've known you, I don't think that you've ever said this much to me at one time. So, in answer to your little speech, (smiles fondly) yes, I do remember that party. But as I remember it, was that you got so drunk out of your mind that you thought that Joyce was your girlfriend. You also passed out in Andrew's parents' bedroom. (frowns a bit and puts her hand on his cheek) And tonight, you professed your love to three other girls at the pub tonight. So, Mr. Love-Bug, (kisses his forehead) have a nice sleep, and I'll be waiting for the day that you say you really love me. While you're sober. Until then, I'll see you at school on Monday. (gets up)
Matt:(appears to be asleep)
Sofie:(turns out the light, only a dim lamp remains) (whisper) I love you, Matt Parker. (exits)
Matt: (gets up, totally sober, locks door, looks out window) (clearly, quietly) I love you too, Sofie. Truly.

Lights dim and go out.




I think this should be imagined with an English accent ;)

Untitled, pt.2 (i need a name for this)

I closed the curtains again.
My heart was beating wildly. I felt like an idiot. I couldn't have left it with only one person knowing of my existence. Nope, I needed two! But I figured that since they had already seen me, my death sentence from my parents would be complete, I might as well see him one more time.
I looked out for the third time, searching the boat for him, but neither he nor the redhead were there. For some reason, my heart sort of dropped.
That is, until I saw him on the shore talking to Marta while petting Daisy. Only on word came to mind: ohmygod.
A few seconds passed as I watched in horror as he seemingly flawlessly spoke to Marta in Spanish and pointed towards my window. She seemed a little unsure. She didn't know the extent of her order to secrecy, and she didn't know why I was being kept in secret. She didn't think that it was right that my parents kept me cooped up in the suite all day, so she was constantly looking for ways to not go against her orders but still get me to meet people. So far, nothing had worked. Marta looked up to my window, saw me, smiled, and continued speaking to him more animatedly then before.
I sank to the floor.
I was then officially terrified. What's going to happen when my parents find out? But it was already done. I peeked one last time. The dark haired one was writing something on a napkin, and then he handed it to Marta. She nodded and walked away. He looked towards my window, smiled, and turned to walk towards the boat.
The shock had pretty much worn off, but the panic was still firmly in place.
A few minutes passed.
I was still slumped on the floor when the door quietly opened and Daisy came flopping in. She bounded over to where I was sitting and plopped herself in my lap. I stroked her absentmindedly for a few minutes until she reached her sit-in-one-place quota for the day.
I looked at the clock.
8:43.
Wow.
The fact that my life could be ruined in thirteen minutes astounded me. It would have been kind of cool had it not been so horrifying. Daisy was at the door again wanting out. I got up, opened the door, and followed her into the massive kitchen, where Marta was making me breakfast, looking extremely proud of herself.
I went to the pantry and got the dog food. Daisy pranced around her food dish, which usually made me laugh. Not this time, tho. Marta turned to me with a huge grin. "Toma." She said, thrusting the napkin at me. I tried to force a smile. It seemed unfair to be angry at her. She truly had no idea of what she had done.
I took the napkin and the dog food into my room Daisy ran around the room as I set her morning meal down. I watched as she expertly picked through her food, leaving the green bits and eating all of the soft meat filled morsels first. I
looked at the little napkin in my hand and then toward the window. I opened them a small bit, enough to let the clear sunlight through. I couldn't help but look towards the dock. The boat was on its way to the boat house to stock up for tonights huge party. The dock was empty.
I went over to my bed and sat down with a deep sigh. I unfolded the crumpled napkin, and inside, written in meticulous handwriting, was a short note.

Meet me in the lobby at 9:30.
Please.
Daniel.