Post by Nolan Ahlstrom on Nov 16, 2009 0:23:24 GMT -5
Light streamed into the usually tidy bedroom. Various clothes sat in a rumpled heap, a smaller monument to the blankets piled next to them. Nolan's eyes cracked open and wondered if the previous night was just a dream. He rolled over to wake the girl he hoped was there, but instead all he found was an empty space. Perhaps it was all fictional.
Nolan knew better, however. His mind did not play tricks on him, and he had nothing to drink that would impair his memory. He knew Sloane Taylor had fallen asleep in his bed last night, and he recalled what had happened previous to that. A smile crept to his lips, one he could help but let slip out of his normally stony demeanor. He was a boy, after all.
What he didn't think about, however, were the events that led to his bedroom in the first place. Girls had that magical power to distract boys from what is important by using certain magic powers just right. It wasn't until Nolan's eyes came across the letter jacket that the rest of the night came flooding back into his mind. The dinner, the ice cream, and the horrible mistake.
For whatever reason, Sloane did not like his gesture. The puzzling part to Nolan was why she didn't take to it as well as he had hoped. It had to be more than simply school spirit. His subconscious mind was screaming at him to remember something, a rumor he had maybe heard, or a warning that was handed down to him. His conscious mind, however, wanted nothing of the sort. Sloane was a good girl, at least to Nolan, and nothing would change that.
Nolan threw off his sheet and climbed out of the bed. He cared not that he was completely naked, only that he find one important object. He searched the coat's pockets, the floor, his desk, everywhere he could think, but there was no class ring to be found. His heart jumped for joy.
But as he ran his hand across the Letterman jacket hanging neatly on the back of his desk chair, he realized he still had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
Nolan knew better, however. His mind did not play tricks on him, and he had nothing to drink that would impair his memory. He knew Sloane Taylor had fallen asleep in his bed last night, and he recalled what had happened previous to that. A smile crept to his lips, one he could help but let slip out of his normally stony demeanor. He was a boy, after all.
What he didn't think about, however, were the events that led to his bedroom in the first place. Girls had that magical power to distract boys from what is important by using certain magic powers just right. It wasn't until Nolan's eyes came across the letter jacket that the rest of the night came flooding back into his mind. The dinner, the ice cream, and the horrible mistake.
For whatever reason, Sloane did not like his gesture. The puzzling part to Nolan was why she didn't take to it as well as he had hoped. It had to be more than simply school spirit. His subconscious mind was screaming at him to remember something, a rumor he had maybe heard, or a warning that was handed down to him. His conscious mind, however, wanted nothing of the sort. Sloane was a good girl, at least to Nolan, and nothing would change that.
Nolan threw off his sheet and climbed out of the bed. He cared not that he was completely naked, only that he find one important object. He searched the coat's pockets, the floor, his desk, everywhere he could think, but there was no class ring to be found. His heart jumped for joy.
But as he ran his hand across the Letterman jacket hanging neatly on the back of his desk chair, he realized he still had no idea what he had gotten himself into.