Two main characters and a blurb

Editor's disclaimer: This is a work in progress (WIP). It might change. This piece of fantastical fabulousness is just to whet your appetite.

This is David, He is the main character in my book.  It is from his perspective this book is written.  He is a wildly sarcastic boy who enjoys that he cant be pinned down into a group.  Is he a punk?  Goth? Just that weird kid?  He has a eye brown ring, two lip rings and never shows the right side of his face.  He is shy but smart and knows exactly what is happening around him at all times.  His mind works in exaggerations, he would not say 'It's cold outside'  he would be more likely to say something like, 'I couldn't feel my toes and the snot inside my nose started forming into long green sickles, I know, I'm hot."  He is a product of his raising and when given other opportunities he finds that there is more to him that he had always thought.


This is Lucy.  She is a beautiful and vivacious young Christian girl who is unashamed of her faith.  She is an only child and is admittedly spoiled, and struggles with multiple learning disabilities which include Dyslexia and ADHD.  She learns the truths about her faith and grows into understanding what being loved and forgiven by God really means.  I picked this particular actress to portray Lucy because of her Freckles and eyes.  She is described as extremely beautiful, but real.  Her beauty is attainable and largely guided by her outgoing and carefree personality.  



Rain had started falling in sheets again. I had to slow the car down to see, which was fine. I liked being in a warm car alone with Lucy. Every once in a while I would realized I had relaxed, but every time that happened I would freeze up again. My shoulders would scrunch back up. I’d re-realize that the side of me closest to Lucy felt warmer and a little tingly. Oh yeah, and I’d suddenly remember how insanely awkward I was. I tried talking three different times and just stuttered. I had serious issues.


We pulled into a neighborhood, the West Mountains, a Richie Rich area of tract homes. It was like a wallpaper pattern; every three houses the pattern re-started. Even the cars parked in the huge driveways were pretty much the same. The place had no character. Me and my friends always made fun of the people who lived here.


"Turn left up here." Lucy pointed to a street that was glittering with Christmas lights through sheets of falling rain.


"There, number 1480," she said, sitting up excitedly. She was obviously happy to be home. That was a feeling that was totally foreign to me and I found myself longing for it. I parked in front of her house, with lights sparkling on the eaves and then again on the wet ground. After staring at the gigantic stone structure that was apparently Lucy’s home, I realized that I was at a loss at what to do.


I turned the ignition off and looked over at the beautiful girl next to me. I’m not going to lie, my stomach flipped out a little.


Lucy smiled and then looked at her lap. "Want to walk me to my door?" She said with a hopeful tone in her voice, braving a look at me. It encouraged me a little that she was kind of nervous, until I actually thought about what should happen at the door. I literally had to restrain myself from kicking her out the car door with my combat boots and driving away, cartoon cloud of dust and all.


"Sure." I said, trying not to sound scared to death. I felt like I was missing something. Did she have a pre-conceived expectation for me? Should I find an umbrella or something to hold over her head? Did I put my arm out for her? What’s the protocol for walking a girl to the door after you’ve saved her life?


I was in way over my head.


I bolted out of the car and ran around to open her door for her. We were both instantly soaked but she laughed it off so we ended up walking slowly to her front door. Her hand was out like she wanted me to take it, but I shoved my own hands deep into my pockets. Consummate gentleman.


When we were under the eaves of the front porch, in front of a massive wooden door, she turned around to face me. The walk must have chilled her out. She looked completely at ease while I was having a mini meltdown.


"Thanks for the ride," she said, looking up at me through her thick eyelashes.


"Thanks for bringing me my car," I said, kicking at a piece of dirt on the ground. She laughed.


"Oh yeah, what would you do without me?" She answered sarcastically. I just smiled. She had no idea. She patted her hands against her legs and looked down at her feet. Kill me now, please. Only a girl that gorgeous can make awkward look adorable.


"Well," she was starting to sound defeated, "If you ever want to hang out, you can call me." There was a hint of rejection in her voice and she was blushing furiously.


"I’ll definitely call you, Lucy," I said quietly. Her head snapped up and her eyes locked on mine. She beamed at me, flung her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. I had just managed to get my hands out of my pockets and start to return the hug when she pulled away a little. The pressure of my hands behind her made her stop abruptly, her face in front of my face. She only paused half a second then got on her toes then lifted her head and kissed my lips very quickly.


I hardly felt it, but I knew it had happened.


"I'll talk to you soon, David." She turned around and, putting her hand on the door knob, began to push it, but it opened for her. Her Dad’s face appeared as the door cracked open.


I did an outstanding impression of a turtle, trying desperately to hide my head inside my shoulders and disappear.