assingment 2011: Take a character you are working with or want to develop. It can be a character from the sketch, a story, the brainstorm list, or a brand new one. Write for 10-15 minutes and just let the character speak. She or he can tell a story, argue a case, complain, entertain, confess, or anything at all.
this one just popped into my head. I saw her sitting there in my head and the rest unfolded. Truly my prefered way to write I think...
So, there I was. Sitting in a bus stop shelter, minding my own business, trying to listen to the soothing sounds of 5finger death punch, when out of nowhere this guy just flops down next to me. And I mean NEXT TO ME. As in thighs touching, shoulders touching, you know. Anyway I turn to give him a scathing glance and he isn’t even looking at me. It’s like he has no idea that a) he TOTALLY just infringed upon my personal bubble, which I have been guarding since about age 6 and b) that I even exist, so my trying to glare at him just comes off looking stupid. Usually I give that look and the person wilts and moves away. Easy. Now here is mr.-sit-wherever-I-damn-well-wish and me with a pissed off expression getting me nowhere. At this point I have no idea whether to tap him, clear my throat, say something mean, get up, or just ignore him. This is not normal for me. I mean, I know usually just what to do in any given situation. I’ve never had this situation. Now he has pulled out a book and has moved his elbow even further into the folds of my lightweight black hoodie. At this point I just stare at him, I mean HOW the HELL do you not notice or care that you are half in some strangers lap?! Part of me wants to just hit him and tell him to bugger off, but the other part of me is so shocked at a person being this...senseless that I want to wait and see what he does, or if he’ll even notice.
He doesn’t. I am now totally confused. He has made no ill attempt to hit on me, hell to even converse at all. Not even to tell me to fuck off, or ask how my day was, or comment on the weather. Nothing. Not a word. I turn back to look at the road, checking my phone to see how much longer till the bus gets here. I know I could just get up, but then that seems like loosing. No, better to stand my ground. I don’t give way to anyone, never have, certainly not going to start now with a complete stranger. Sigh. 8 more minutes. Maybe the bus will be early. For the first time I have seen merit in my friends comments about me getting a car. In my own car this certainly wouldn’t have happened. If some stranger ends up in my passenger seat out of nowhere then there are obviously problems much greater than personal space going on in my life that day. Such as the gun they’d have to be pointing at me. 8 minutes. ok, well that’s 2 songs worth. I’ll just concentrate on the lyrics. Another furtive glance towards him finds that he is still oblivious to his bodies proximity to mine. Is that even possible for guys? I mean c’mon. Not that I’m a hottie or anything, but I AM female. Shouldn’t a guy notice when he’s half sitting on a girl? I’m just saying. By now I guess it’s not that big a deal. I’ll just deal with it. At least I’m warmer right? The minutes were eeking by and when I checked my phone for the twenty fourth time, it was finally only a minute till bus time. I found that at this point, I wasn’t all that irritated anymore. No one who walked by tried to make any contact which was nice, no random conversations or rather avoiding of them. And he didn’t smell gross or anything. Certainly nicer than most of the people I’ve had to share bus stops with. No annoying loud phone calls or making out with girlfriends or reading out loud to himself. I have also developed over the last 5 minutes a burning desire to know what the hell he is reading that has made him so oblivious. It has to be good right? Hell I could use a good escape like that. Unfortunately he has it open enough to where I can’t see a thing. I see the bus a light down, and figure what the hell. I clear my thoat.
“eh hem... so I have to ask, what are you reading?”
He finally looks up with startling blue eyes and says two words “Personal Space”, flipping up the cover so I can get a glimpse.
With a small grin he picks up his bag and walks onto the bus which is now in front of us. I can’t help but to miss the contact for just a second I guess I really did just get used to it, I stare for a second then get up and start up the bus steps.
And that was how we met.
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