I realized that I was definitely born in the wrong century. I was meant to be born in the 18th century. With Jane Austen and Tom Lefroy and Mr. Darcy. Sigh. I really really love the men's outfits with the loose button up white shirts and vests and green velvet coats and the short pants and the high socks and the shoes with buckles. oh em gee. That is what I need. And I'm so sick of the only way to be there is watching movies or reading books when I really can't live there. My first film to make is definitely a time piece. I got uber bored today so I wrote a piece thats kind of period like but set in the 21st cenury.
Please don't laugh. I only want nice comments. =]
"This is not how it was supposed to happen," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She forced these tears away while she stared out of the window at the rain drops and the grass.
"Its not?" he asked, trying to be as polite as ever as he watched her eyes well up and her lips tremble.
"No," she replied. "We were supposed to have a very awkward friendship, closer to acquaintances than friends and we were supposed to insult each other at every turn while outsiders wonder what is really happening. But of course, we know what is happening, however unsaid it may be. We were supposed to stare at each other and try to read each others minds. Our first kiss was supposed to be very romantic and set to beautiful music with no words. I was not supposed to be wearing sweatpants. We were not supposed to be indoors. And you were supposed to be wearing shoes with buckles on them."
"Oh," he said. He could not think of the appropriate words to apologize. He looked from her face out the window to the green garden with the willow tree and the rain. He stood up and put one hand over her eyes. She tried to back up but her body was right up against the corner of the wall with the window to one side.
"Shhhh," he said. She heard a click of a button as he moved the mouse sitting next to her computer. He then let go of his hand over her eyes and scooped her up in his arms. He looked at her, the tears still sitting in her eyes like a cup of tea filled to the brim. One more drop and it would overflow off the side.
He walked with her in his arms out of her room through to the back of her home and out the sliding doors in to the beautiful lush garden. She stared at his face while he walked. He was definitely handsome, she never had a doubt about that. He had dark hair that hung right below the collar and brilliantly green eyes. But his features were soft, not unlike hers, who had very blue eyes and also had dark hair.
He finally let her down underneath the willow tree. There were raindrops on both of their faces and she had a look of confusion on her face. He put his hand inside his pocket and she heard a click. Suddenly she knew what he did. Music from the outside speakers had come on.
He knew her quite well. Her birthday was less than a week ago and he had gotten her soundtracks from her favorite movies: Pride & Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. This music was flowing from the house and covering the garden in beauty. She finally started to cry.
"You just described it all too well. And I've seen those movies with you far too many times. I wanted to plan something like this, but more, but there was no time. I did not know I was to leave so soon." He paused. "Helena, I don't want... to leave...you. I love you." He looked up at her. The streaks of her make-up were falling down her face. She held his hand with one of her hands and held his face with the other.
"I love you too, London." She reached up and kissed him. It only seemed like seconds before there was a honking from the street.
"London!" cried a woman from the car.
"I have to go. I will be back for you tonight, Helena. Please wait for me. I love you." He looked into her eyes as he said this and she could tell he truly meant it.
"I will always wait for you," she whispered as he ran down and out of the house via the garage.
"Helena! What on earth are you doing out there? You'll catch a cold!" her mother yelled and yelled from the house for her to come up but she could not hear her mother. He was coming back for her. They were going to leave. Together. Finally, her life had meaning and she wasn't living out of someone else's life.
To Be Continued...
Thanks for reading, no one.
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