She turned to stare at me, wide-eyed, “But...you’re, you know, like gay.” My exasperated sigh stretched out before me, white mist on the winter evening air. This was going to be a long night.1
“No, Poppy. I told you. I’m not gay. I’m bisexual.” After ten seconds, the distress on her face became unbearable to watch and I added in a slow, clear voice, “There’s a difference.”2
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! You explained,” she nodded vigorously. YAY! Finally, I thought, we’re on the same page. Then she continued. “You said you still, like pretend you fancy girls when your mum’s, you know, in earshot.” Admittedly, this was the girl who couldn’t grasp an idea much bigger than her namesake-flower’s seed, but I was sure even she new it was the wrong answer.3
“No, Popsicle. I do fancy girls. And guys.”4
“You can do that?”5
I was about to stamp my stiletto and walk off in disgust, when I realised the bitch was playing me. Don’t ask at what point in this conversation that started…probably from the word go. Another point about my friend Poppy: she’s dafter than a chimpanzee on opium. And doubly unpredictable.6
“Yes! I can!”7
“Sooooo…” she mused, still playing ignorant in order to wring every last bit of information out of me. And to annoy me. “Even though you’re, like, in love with Ben, you can still fancy this chick you met at Uni?”8
“I am not ‘In Love With Ben.’” I was careful to pronounce all capitals and quotation marks. “I am Over Ben.” We lapsed into silence. I pulled my old, black vinyl jacket tighter around me to shut out the chill August night and Poppy’s piercing stare. She turned towards the small, sputtering neon high on the brick wall. While she used it to find what she wanted from her bag, I kicked my heels and sulked. “Besides, it’s not love if it makes a person miserable,” I muttered, more to myself than to her.9
“I don’t think your pining ever made Benjamin Todd miserable, Johnny.” No. It didn’t. It made him manipulative, self-centred and think he could treat me as a doormat. Not miserable, though.10
“I didn’t mean him,” I replied, but I half smiled. I could always rely on Poppy for that. “And, sorry to disappoint, but Mister Depp was double booked. I’m just John.”11
“Not for long,” came her delighted cry. The bony brunette spun to face me, her gleeful grin outshining the pathetic little pin cushion she clutched.12
“Is that rust?” I let the whinge shine through. “I’d rather a ratty hemline than tetanus, thanks all the same.”13
“Tetanus won’t get you the sack,” Poppy pointed out, kneeling beside me. “This will.” Deftly tucking my sagging hem up and under with one hand, she did a tricky routine with pin cushion and lips with the other. 14
“If we’re doing this, can we at least make it a decent length?” I demanded, tugging the fabric out of her grasp and making my own alterations.15
“John, I know your legs are, like, you know, your best feature…but…” Poppy’s mouth gaped with, amazingly, no words coming out. Her eyes were just as wide. And fixed on the height where I now held my hem. Fifteen centimetres above the length she’d raised it to. I opened my own mouth, ready to argue the point. Ready to argue just about anything, if it meant changing the subject away from Ben. But Poppy’s lips clamped together and she began to pin without further complaint. Never a good sign.16
After about a minute’s uncomfortable quiet, I felt rather than heard her sigh. With her face that close to my fishnet clad thigh, how could I help it?17
“You do know he’s not here tonight, don’t you?” She didn’t once look up from her pins. Not even an eyelid flick. Her voice was low, gentle. “There’s no need to show off.”18
“Not every one of my actions revolves around him!” Totally untrue. 19
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To be contd21
I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said adieu to love
Don't ever call again
For I must love you or no one
And so I'm through with love22
I've locked my heart
I'll keep my feelings there
I've stocked my heart
with icy,frigid air
And I mean to care for no one
Because I'm through with love23
Why did you lead me
To think you could care?
You didn't need me
For you had your share
of slaves around you
To hound you and swear
with deep emotion and devotion to you24
Goodbye to spring and all it meant to me
It can never bring the thing that used to be
For I must have you or no one
And so I'm through with love25
I'm through with love26
Baby I'm through with love27
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I thought this was really good. I assume the main character is a drag queen as he appeared to be a man in fishnets and high heals although I may be getting confused. I would be interested in reading more, I think that this has great potential and there was a really easy flow to your writing style. Good work hun,
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Good but not great
I liked the poem. The story however lacked emotion. Its supposed to be a romance, so your reader should feel everything you feel.
beginning: 1, language: 3, plot: 2, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 2.
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It's only the first chapter. The romance hasn't begun because the "love interest" doesn't appear until the second chapter which is, as yet, unwritten because I haven't finished this one yet.
J.P. Troy
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Omg! I loooovveeeddd it. You absolutely have to finish this! And you wrote the story line that I'd had pictured for that story starter/thingy! A guy explaining to a girl that there's a difference.
I love it. There's some humor in it too and that made me love it even more. Poppy's an amazing character!
TELL ME WHEN YOU WRITE MORE!
AMAZING JOB!
Now, how on Earth am I supposed to choose between this and the other story? This is going to be really tough, you know!
erica[♥]xoxo
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loooovee it so far! you MUST write more!!
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i know what would be there on me
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You have a nasty mind hehehe Here I am thinking "mini-skirt" and you're thinking...What ARE you thinking exactly, you strange girl?
J.P. Troy
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Good job! Great description!
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I liked the sentences "Another point about my friend Poppy: she’s dafter than a chimpanzee on opium. And doubly unpredictable" very original and descriptive. The scene was also set nicely for such a short piece. Hope to see more.
beginning: 4, language: 4, plot: 4, ending: 4, dialog: 4, characters: 4.
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Hay this was really FANTASTIC... what inspired you to write this or was it a spare of the moment type thing..either way ... two thumbs up for me...
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wow I like this..and I am angered when people thing bisexual is the same as gay !!!! sneeky boatch she seems
BEN OMG.. Lol even though I loved this part I was like {mm I love my ben}
This was really fun & and cool and a nice refreshing break..any chance of any more???
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