An excerpt from Soldier

by cheskie
Listening to: SpongeCola- Gemini
Feeling: bittersweet
let me know if i'm doing this right
let me know if my grip's too tight
let me know if i can stay all of my life
let me know if dreams can come true
let me know if this one's yours too
because i see it
and i feel it right here
and i feel you right here Image hosting by Photobucket ♥Looks can be deceiving.♥ “We’re here,” Torrie wheedled. When I looked up I was in a place I least expected myself to be in—in front of the girls dormitory. “So…” I began. “Your dorm. Why here?” “It’s like this,” Torrie said quietly. “Most of the girls went back home for the summer so this place is almost empty. And I figured that this was the only place where I maybe I can…” I wondered why she let the sentence dangle. “Where you can…what?” “Where I can, uh, get you alone?” I raised my brows. “Girl, I never thought you always wanted me all for yourself.” Torrie smiled bashfully. “Don’t flatter yourself. And don’t think saying that will make you zoom me up.” “I don’t zoom girls up,” I corrected. “I don’t even know what that means.” She giggled, looking at me over her shoulder. “Nah, you’ll figure it out. Let’s go?” “Go? Where?” “There’s this place that I got to at our backyard and I thought you might be interested.” I nodded. “Okay. Since you interested me so bad.” Torrie giggled again as she walked ahead of me to the direction of the dorm backyard. AS I followed her along the grassy grounds, I started thinking: She was obviously flirting with me. Then I realized I was doing the same thing. Let’s put it this way—she’s a flirt, I’m a flirt. Heck, what a pretty song we’ll make. Might as well go with the flow. As soon as I stopped thinking we were already at the girls’ dorm backyard, surrounded with some flowerbeds and thick-leaf trees providing shade and lots of air, cooling me a little. Torrie stopped in front of a certain tree, where an old garden swing hung, made for only two people to sit on. “I like this swing,” I found myself saying. “Besides the cracking white paint and them creaking chains, I consider them all a part of its old 50’s kind of charm.” “Nobody ever comes here because the other girls want it renovated,” Torrie explained, making punctuation marks in the air. “So I always have this swing for myself. And besides it’s really airy in here.” “All for yourself, eh? That’s pretty cool.” She flashed me a smile before she sat down on the swing, patting a spot next to hers. “Come sit with me,” she offered. I shrugged again and sat down gratefully, the chains creaking louder. I had to admit it was really comfortable, and really airy that I almost forgot the stupid heat. After that, there was silence between the two of us. Imagine. We were only chatting for a while and now you could hear a pin drop. I looked at y silver Rolex. 1:00 PM. “John?” “Yes?” “Can I ask you something?” “Okay, I guess.” “Are you avoiding me?” I almost fell off the swing. “Say what?” “Are you avoiding me?” Torrie repeated firmly. “I just want to know why. Because I kept trying to call you but you won’t answer. Just tell me.” I swallowed hard. Torrie looked dead serious. And looking like that made me find her difficult to answer. Now I’m busted for real. “Uh, I’m just in a bad funk right now,” I lied. “Been into some serious shit I really can’t say what. It’s nothing personal.” Torrie didn’t look like she bought it. She returned by looking straight ahead, a completely blank expression in her face. “Did…did I do something?” I asked. Silence. Torrie gave me a weak smile. “Oh no, not at all. Actually your answer made me feel a lot better.” She didn’t look like she felt better. “Is that the important thing you wanted to tell me? Why did you take me here?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just come here whenever I feel messed up. I just sit down here and think about it.” “What are you thinking about? Cause if it is about a guy…you know. Maybe I could help beating some sense into him.” “I don’t think that’s necessary.” “Why?” “Because you’re the one I’m thinking about.” ♥♥♥ Here's my favorite excerpt from my fanfic Soldier in the point of view of John Cena. Probably what we all could possibly relate to. Read it from webpage if you like. I'm much too lazy to do anything right now because of what happened, and my anger turned into this ravenous living thing that took my form. It's out of my control. Medication really required right now.
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