I love to dance. You probably didn't know that before, but it's completely true. On top of all my other crazy hobbies, dancing is there. Normally, it's just a crazy fun freestyle in my room to some pop or whatever I decide to play on my laptop, but today I get to go to the grange and have some real fun. I'm just learning how to dance more formally, when you have a male partner, since I've only gone once before, but it is lots of fun. Last time R (friend of mine) sang a song (Suds in a Bucket?) and secrets were traded. I know that first time is one I want to remember, above all the rest. :)
Moving on . . .
Writing update: I've recently gotten into one of my older stories. I abandoned it when I lost my jump-drive, as I did with every other story I had written up to that point, because that's where my newest content of it was. And though I have finally found my jump-drive, I haven't been using it as much. I decided that what I had on this unnamed story of mine, Prologue in the file for lack of better idea, that wasn't on my computer was going to crap anyways, and I went off in a different direction with the scene, perhaps the whole story, and I am so much happier with it. So happy, in fact, that I stayed up 'til midnight last night just to complete 1,000 words in an hour for it. I had a hard time closing my laptop so I could sleep enough to do my homework today ;)
In the reading world, things have been hectic. I've mostly given up on reading Phantom of the Opera for the time being, needing my precious free time for things like writing and homework, but I have been reading other things. On top of rereading some Richelle Mead content, I swallowed The Hunger Games in a single day. Sorry fans . . .
But I almost felt sorry I read it. I wished I had head my friend's warnings earlier that day, but I honestly felt it was too cruel a book. I was so put-out with the author for putting so much effort into a horribly themed book that I was almost two seconds from launching my kindle at the white walls of my bedroom. Luckily K was there to save me ^.^
K, a wonderful friend of mine, has been working really hard on one of her amazingful stories. It's incredibly funny, and I love it. I hope she doesn't mind that I'm sharing two excerpts in my blog ;)
“Roi come on—you have to come dance,” Kiki
grinned, tugging on my arm.
“Kiki I’m not going to dance,” I whined.
She used her superior strength, and pulled me to my feet.
“Yes you are—come on,” she grunted, pulling me to the crowd of pulsing bodies.
“Kiki I—” I started, but she interrupted in a low hiss.
“You will dance, or you will die,” she said, before shoving me in to a tall,
lanky blonde boy.
“Oof,” he grunted as I smacked in to him.
“Oh I-I’m sorry, my friend is kind of pushy...” I trailed off.
His green eyes appraised me , before he half smiled, realizing it had been a
female attacking him.
“Naw its fine babe. You dance?” He asked, pointing a thumb at the crowd.
“N-no I don’t that’s sweet though, thanks...” I was preparing to back out as my
cheeks flushed red, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me in to him.
“Why don’t you dance with me?” he suggested.
“Thanks but I—”
“Sorry—I’m afraid she’s spoken for this evening,” a deep gentle voice purred
from behind me, his arm slipping around my waist, and tugging me free from the
others grasp easily.
By the sound of his voice, the swooping save, and the way the blondes eyes
bugged, I knew exactly who had come to the rescue. I allowed him to lead me
away, before I hung my head.
“How much trouble am I in?” I groaned.
He chuckled, and let his lips glide up my neck to my ear.
“Which offense should we start with?” Soren asked.
“How many do I have?” I asked, shivering slightly at his words.
“Well,” he began, brushing all of my hair over to one side. “There’s the fact
that you underestimated my protective abilities over you, conspired with my
most devilish of sisters, snuck out in the middle of the night, while under
house arrest, and tried to lull me to sleep using your most feminine of gifts,
not to mention that you got out of the house looking so incredibly gorgeous,
without my protection at your side,” he continued. “Should I go on?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes and turned around.
“No I think I get the general idea—” I replied, but he caught me up short.
Soren had slid in to a fresh pair of dark jeans, and a red button down, the top
few left undone, to reveal a leather chord strung around his neck, a sharks
tooth hanging from the center, and a slender silver chair disappearing past
where the eye could see. He had tied his hair back—the way I liked it best, and
I realized as my eyes were skimming him, his eyes were searching me. My cheeks
flushed a deep crimson, and I tried to make it seem to be out of anger.
“How did you find out we were coming?” I asked, trying to make my voice
furious, but I watched the intuition flash through his eyes as he saw through
my poorly cultivated façade, with his darling half smile.
“I was listening to you in the shop,” he replied proudly.
I glared at him. He realized I was not going to answer, and bit his lip,
leaning back to look me over again.
“You do look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” he said earnestly.
This made my lip twitch up in to a smile. I threw myself in to his arms
happily.
“I sort of hoped you would show up. There’s really no point in going to a party
if the party isn’t going to be there,” I said.
He laughed, and kissed the top of my head.
“You dance?” He asked, imitating the blondes voice.
I wrinkled my nose and pulled back.
“Ew no—I’m going to go look for my boyfriend,” I said, releasing myself from
his grip.
He laughed again, and laced his fingers through mine.
“Roi—will you dance with me?” He murmured low in my ear.
Okay—at this point did I really have another option than to answer yes? He
pulled me in to the thumping crowd, which was dancing to ‘Sorry for Party
Rocking’ by LMFAO. I wasn’t much of a dancer on my own, and would have refused
to dance had it been with anyone else, but Soren was fantastic, so he sort of
inspired my more experimental side. The music switched between the hands of
DJ’s, so the styles changed as well. Kiki was nowhere to be seen, which in all
honesty didn’t bother me. I knew she was fine. Finally when the song ‘Kiss me’
by Sixpence None the Richer started playing, my tense muscles began to wind
down. We danced, and due to Soren’s tragically romantic side, and twisted sense
of humor, he took the liberty to kiss me each time the words were sang. I
blushed each time, because most of the eyes were fixated on us. The weird
couple consisting of ‘that girl’ and her unreasonably scary, huge,
dangerous-looking, bad ass boyfriend, who held her like she was a fragile
porcelain doll.
He however didn’t care about the watching eyes. When I mentioned it to him, he
just shrugged and replied:
“If they don’t approve—who’s fault is that?”
~and~
I nodded, and brushed my hair over to the side,
and tip toed over to see what he was cooking. It looked to be pizza. I looped
my arms around his waist, and reached up higher to rest my chin on his
shoulder.
“How’s it coming?” I asked.
“Just fine actually. Would you like to help?” He asked, turning his head to
smile at me.
I couldn’t really have imagined a more patient teacher than Soren. I had little
practice with genuine cooking, but his deep gentle voice guiding me through my
mistakes made up for my embarrassment easily. Surprisingly, it also took me
away from my worries.
“Like this?” I asked again, kneading the dough a little better than the time before.
He chuckled softly, and held my hands still.
“Like this,” he instructed again, pushing my palms in, and then folding it.
“Ah,” I replied, concentrating a little harder.
He watched me as I pinched and squeezed until the dough was a rough circle. I
looked up as he laughed, his nose wrinkled cutely as he watched me stab the
soft dough with my finger tips.
“What?” I asked, sticking my tongue out at him.
He shook his head, trying to stop laughing.
“Y-your expression there was so cute. I’m sorry that shouldn’t have been
funny,” he laughed.
I punched his shoulder.
“Shut up,” I grunted, going back to making my pizza.
Soren’s of course turned out the most professional, and mine ended up being a
little lumpy, and disproportionate, though I thought it was good—being my first
try and all. Kiki’s was just flat out pathetic. She had eventually given up on
her pizza dough, and wadded it in to a ball, smashing it on to the sheet,
bathing it in sauce and cheese, and threw it in the oven slamming the door before
stomping off angrily. All the while Soren couldn’t really manage to not laugh,
which only made it worse.
After dinner, we went to play some cards, which went on fine until Kiki decided
it was time to turn ‘crazy 8’s’ in to ‘pick up 52’ when Soren sufficiently
kicked her butt.
Kiki's 8, by the way, and Soren is Roi's boyfriend in a way, if you didn't pick that up, but I love them all. Hope you enjoyed that ;)
~C~
