Wednesday, February 27, 2013

My Emo Boys!

Meet Isaiah. He is my mostest favoretest fake person I have ever created. He is best friend to the main character of my story. He has a dry sense of humor, so much so that most people don't know if he is kidding or not, so they laugh by way of making up for feeling stupid. David's (the main character) exaggeration is inward; everything he thinks and feels are measured in extremes. Isaiah, on the other hand, is verbal and smart-mouthed. He is also wise and knows what's going on in situations. David will try to avoid Isaiah if he isn't in the mood for a dose of reality.

He has an extremely rich family but is neglected emotionally, so has no idea how to be loved or  how to be loving.

When I get e-mails from 'fans' its always about Isaiah. I think I know why everyone loves him, its because hes like a honey badger...'Honey Badger don't care' 

Here is a little conversation between these two cutie Emo kids.
David, the main character.  We all give a collective sigh. 
and Isaiah....'My Stupid Girl' fans squeal!

I turned around and headed out the emergency exit without waiting to see Lucy’s response. The cold of the night air hit me like a wall. I instantly smelled cigarette smoke and walked towards it. I turned the corner and saw Isaiah sitting on a box like a big lump of black in the middle of white snow. I snapped my fingers as I walked toward him and held out my hand, still trying to control my temper and losing the battle. 

Isaiah reached into his pocket and pulled out a fresh box of cigarettes. He threw it to me; I pulled one out and lit it with the matches squeezed into the back of the pack. I inhaled deeply, feeling an instant rush of calm, then a dull buzz. I hadn’t smoked since I had moved to my grandma’s. I hadn’t wanted her to find out and be disappointed in me, but right then I could have cared less about anyone or anything.

            “Whoa, what happened to you?” Isaiah asked slowly, taking a drag from his own cigarette.

            “You wouldn’t even believe me if I told you,” I answered miserably.

            “Upset at Lucy for being flirty?“

            I shook my head in amazement. Isaiah was a cool guy. He reminded me of an old man; everything about him was mellow and deep at the same time, down to the way he spoke. His voice was usually quiet but profound things seemed to come out all the time.

            “Rachel kissed me,” I started, ignoring the fact (for the moment) that he could see right through me. He chuckled deeply but it sounded like two very loud wheezy coughs. Old man.

            “Why so upset?” He played the game I’d started, asking like he didn’t already know. I stared at him with an “are you serious?” face. He nodded his head and looked away. 

            “She was just trying to get me to kiss her so she could go tattle to Lucy.” I realized the realness of what just happened.

            “Ooh, classy,” Isaiah answered with a sneer.

            “Yeah, she’s a peach.” I threw the end of my cigarette at him. He patted the ash off of his shoulder. He looked like a giant black sloth, moving in slow motion.

            “Well, Davie boy, at least it wasn’t your first kiss where the memory of it is going to haunt you for life.” I just looked at him miserably. 

“Really, first kiss?” His voice broke the normally mellow tone just a little bit. We’d never talked about it, but I guess he just assumed. He shook his head while I pulled out another cigarette for myself before he spoke again. “Dude, that sucks.”

            “What am I supposed to do now? Lucy is going to hate me.” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a cry for help. I just wasted my first kiss on someone who wasn’t Lucy. Genius. All-star weekend, really. First I puke on her, then I find some random girl to make out with practically in front of her. How could she not adore me?

            “Why did you do it?” Isaiah handed me a lighter as he spoke. I took it. Easier than matches in the cold.

            “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to. I wasn’t thinking, I just--“

Isaiah cut me off.       

            “Knock it off. You were mad at Lucy and now you’re kind of glad that Rachel told her because this is your weird way of communicating to Lucy that you are mad at her.”

            “You’re a jerk.” I answered, knowing he was right.
If you're wondering what on earth they are talking about then read this.  My Stupid Girl



Jen Daiker said...

Best friends hardly ever get noticed because the main character takes over the show! I love that you shared more about him! I actually love the image and he sounds like my kind of guy!!!!

S.K. Anthony said...

I like that dry sense of humor!
I *must* read My Stupid Girl, will download and get to it very soon. Gotta get some writing done first ;)

Sylvia Ney said...

So very cool! I can't wait to read more.


Aurora Smith said...

Both of you gals, thank you! :)

Carolina Valdez Miller said...

Ah lovely! I love that line, "I Just wasted my first kiss on someone that wasn't Lucy." Really captures the voice. And feels so genuine.

Aurora Smith said...

HA, Caronia. David is so adorKable that, the line couldnt be any truer. :)

Milo James Fowler said...

"Mostest favoretest fake person" -- that made me smile. Great excerpt, too!