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my happy story
here is my story, i hope you all (i.e.
gaspatcho and myself) like it!!!
"Well, I just don't know.
You'll have to ask her yourself."
Benjamin Sharpton said as he stepped out of
his 2005 black BMW, holding a latte in one
hand and a cell phone in the other. He shut
the car door with his hip and continued up
the path to a beautiful, large mansion. He
cradled the phone between his ear and
shoulder and used his free hand to ring the
door bell.
"Don't be mean to her. If she's
in a fragile state, then you don't want to
make things worse." a strong male
voice chided him from the other end of the
phone.
Ben silently nodded his thanks and grinned at
the kind-looking woman that answered opened
the door. She smiled in response and pointed
at the stairs. He smiled again and directed
his attention to the boy on the other end of
the phone, sighing in exasperation.
"Riles, if you think Charlie is
fragile, then I don't think that we're
speaking of the same girl."
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| "Will you PLEASE come out? You've
been sitting in your room for 3 days."
Ben said through the door. It seemed that
Charlie wasn't the strong girl that Ben
perceived her to be.
"No..." He heard a tiny
mumble.
"Oh, for fuck- just let me in, will
you? I'm tired of just sitting here
talking to you through a plank of
wood.."
"Then why don't you JUST go away?
Can't you tell I want to be alone? Why
don't you let me rot in peace?"
Charlie said, sitting upright, revealing
puffy red mice eyes and swollen cheeks.
Ben sighed heavily. "Ok, please?
Pretty please? You know how hard this is for
me to beg, just unlock the damn door. My ass
really hurts." He listened intently
and heard Charlie shuffle over to the door,
unlock the bolt, and shuffle back to her bed.
"God, finally.." he muttered
as he opened the door. He immediately
started laughing at his one of his best
friends of 14 years bundled in blankets
curled in the corner of her bed, looking
utterly miserable and pathetic.
"You aren't make anything any
better, you know."
"Heh. Who said I wanted to?"
Ben said simply.
Charlie glared at him and shifted slightly.
He sighed again and sat on the edge of the
bed. "So... what's the drama
today, lovely? Bad grade? Another $500 bill
on the Porsche? Or, dare I ask, a petty
argument with dear Paul?" Charlie let
out a wail and covered her face again. Ben
clicked his tongue and crawled under the
covers, hugging her against his chest.
"How did I know.. So! details? What
exactly happened? What did you argue
about?"
"Fuck arguing. He dumped my sorry
ass."
Ben looked slightly bemused and glanced down
at the top of her head. "You're
kidding."
"Yeah, I am. I'm just yanking your
chain. No, I’m NOT kidding, asshat. He sent
me a fax."
Ben snorted and suppressed a smile.
"That's...professional of
him." He began to snigger to
himself.
"ITS NOT FUNNY" Charlie yelled
into his chest.
"Yes it is, stop being so
dramatic."
"I'm thrilled my broken love life
is such a source of amusement for you, but if
you don't mind, I want to wallow in misery
some more. if you aren't going to help
me, then go away."
"Ahh.. but you know I can't do
that." the two sat in silence staring
at Charlie's Clockwork Orange poster
blankly until they heard another knock at the
door. Ben pulled the covers off of his legs
and swaggered to the door and turned the
knob.
| adj88 | "Hello, dear heart. You're just in
time..." Charlie heard him say.
"Who is it?" she settled down
in her bed again and pulled the covers to her
chin.
"Our best friend Riley! He's come
to see you on your sad bed of forsaken
love." Ben said enthusiastically,
swinging the door wide open to reveal a tall,
somber looking teenager with dreadlocks tied
back at the base of his neck. Riley
Tannenbaum went to the same prestigious
school and Ben and Charlie, yet under
different circumstances. Being from a family
of little income, he relied on his
astonishing talent in painting to give him a
full ride scholarship to Wheaton Academy.
With his stunning facial structure and fit,
lean physique, it was a wonder that he was
not one of the most desired at his school.
Riley threw Ben a quizzical glance and walked
to Charlie's bed, as if to say
"What is her problem?". Ben
shrugged happily and rocked back and forth on
the balls of his feet.
"Now who's being
dramatic..." she grumbled.
"Chaz, you need to get out of bed.
This isn't good for you, sitting in here
like this. A growing, beautiful girl like
you needs sunlight." Riley said. He
pointedly ignored the gleeful look that Ben
threw at him, wrinkled his nose in distaste,
and looked around the room, which had been
reduced to a state that could be compared
unfavorably with a tornado-wrecked building.
"And a desperate need of trash bags, a
vacuum and about a dozen laundry
hampers..."
"What do you care?"
"As your friend, I care. And one of
few, by now..."
"What does that mean? I have plenty of
friends." Charlie said sullenly.
"What, are you kidding me? You've
been in here so long people think you're
dead." Riley said incredulously.
"Well, not quite, but you might as
well be." Ben piped up. Riley glared
at him and pulled a chair next to the bed and
sat in it.
| adj88 | "How did he do it?" Riley said
softly, his face etched with concern.
Charlie's face screwed up as if she were
about to cry again and shook her head
furiously.
"He sent her a fax." Ben
whispered loudly. He looked disgusted as
Charlie sniffled loudly and instinctively
reached for the box of Kleenex, handing it to
her. Riley turned and stared at Ben, trying
to read his face, as if to see if he was
kidding. Sure that he wasn't, an
uncharacteristically ugly look crossed his
face. "That’s romantic."
"Heh." Ben said, looking
faintly amused.
"It's not funny." Riley
snarled.
"Well, I think it is." the
shorter boy said, unperturbed. He regarded
his friend lying in a sad heap on the bed
thoughtfully. “You know…” he said slowly, “I
think I know what could cheer you up.”
Riley and Charlie looked at Ben quizzically.
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“I can’t believe you.” Charlie deadpanned.
Ben smiled happily, and Riley struggled to
cover the look of disgust that threatened to
overpower his features. Ben’s “big surprise”
had ended up being the local mall, which
swarmed with rowdy preteen boys and girls,
wailing children being pulled along by
flustered mothers, and impatient people
jostling past, hands with cell phones glued
to their ears.
“What? I thought that this was your kind of
thing? You’re a girl, and girls are supposed
to like shopping, and that means that YOU
like shopping. It’s that mathematical law, A
plus B plus C or whatever.” Before either
astounded teen could respond they were
interrupted by rather obnoxious and
unpleasant laughter.
| adj88 | “Ahh, look who it is! It’s the freak, the
fag, and the bitch.” The three friends
turned around to see the face of Thomas
Jones. Tom was the stereotypical high school
asshole: captain of the football team or
lacrosse team or whatever sport he played,
biggest jerk, and had the snarliest
girlfriend, Victoria (something or other),
Vicky to her friends, Cunt-face to Ben, and
Bitch to everyone else that attended their
school.
“Ew!” Ben said chirpily, plastering a fake
smile on his face.
“Shut up, fag.” Tom said menacingly.
“Oof! Such a snappy retort!” Ben said, his
eyes gleaming mischievously. Tom turned his
attention to Charlie, who met his gaze with a
certain hostility and coldness that was
unmatched.
“I heard that Paul dumped you.” He said
maliciously, grinning.
“And I heard that you-” Ben began.
“Benjamin, enough!” Riley barked. Ben
raised his eyebrow at him, but contented
himself at examining a rather fetching piece
of jewelry in the store window that they were
next to.
“I’m surprised they even let you in the mall,
Tannenbaum, with the state of dress you’re
in. I would have thought that they would
keep a security guard on you at all times to
make sure that you didn’t steal anything.
Probably wanted to find something good to
pawn off so that you could buy at least a
house of your own. How do you manage, living
the way that you do?” Tom snarled. Riley
looked at him coolly.
“Some people don’t regard material
possessions as a top priority. In fact,
instead of concerning yourself with my
financial status, you really should be
worrying about the small little problem of
your abysmal grades in every class that
you’re taking this semester.”
“That can be fixed easily.” Tom said
smugly.
“Blowjobs aren’t a miracle cure, you know.
Some day the magic will wear off.” Ben said
offhandedly, staring at the ceiling. He
started as he saw Tom lunge at him suddenly,
but was spared a thorough beating by Riley,
who grabbed Tom in a stronghold and threw him
to the floor.
“You need to relax.” Riley said, sounding
dangerous for the first time. Tom looked at
him mulishly, but warily admitted to himself
that Riley was the last person he’d want to
fight one on one. He could save that for
later, after all. He gave Ben one last
threatening look, and Charlie a strange look
that lasted too long for comfort, and turned,
walking away quickly, looking around him to
see if anyone had seen the embarrassing
spectacle. Charlie watched his retreating
back, discomfited.
| adj88 | “And you.” Riley said, rounding on Ben, who
shrank and gave him a sheepish smile, “need
to shut up once in a while. I certainly hope
that you don’t talk that way when I’m not
around to save your ass.” Ben tried to shrug
it off, babbling incomprehensibly, until
Riley cut him off again. “I’m serious. I’m
saying this as your friend: Tom is the type
of person who doesn’t like to be humiliated
by someone he deems less than him. He won’t
hesitate to hurt you if you don’t watch what
you say.” Ben nodded shamefacedly and looked
at the floor.
Neither of the boys had noticed that Charlie
was silent throughout the entire ordeal.
Riley walked up to the seat she was sitting
on and leaned against the chair and looked
down at her.
“What’s the matter? Normally you wouldn’t
have hesitated to give him something to be
sorry about, but all day today you’ve just
been sitting there quietly.” Charlie gave a
humorless laugh and stared at her hands
folded in her lap. Ben and Riley patiently
waited for her to reply.
“It’s just weird, you know? I’m just
surprised that everyone already knows about
Paul. I was expecting people to know, just
not this soon.”
“You know how people are at our school. A
piece of juicy gossip like that isn’t bound
to last longer than a day without everyone
knowing.” Ben said with an unnaturally
serious expression on his face. Charlie
looked sincerely troubled.
“That’s the thing, though. Only you two, and
myself know about it, other than Paul, but he
isn’t the type to go around telling people
about our relationship.” She said, then
looking up into the faces of her two friends,
looking for signs in their expressions that
agreed with her statement, but she was upset
to find none. Riley stared at her
thoughtfully, forming the right words,
finding the ones that would not upset her
more.
“I hate to say this, Chaz, but I think you
put too much faith in some people. I’m not
saying he’s a bad person…” He stopped and put
his hand up, silencing Charlie’s imminent
protest. “But I am saying that you shouldn’t
be so trusting to believe that Paul wouldn’t
do anything to spite you. Look at his
friends.” Charlie, despite herself,
immediately pictured the motley assemblage of
Paul’s friends that would sometimes accompany
the two to parties and movies. Most of them
were like Tom: snide, arrogant elitists; all
of them, however, had more money in their
pockets than most did in their entire savings
account. She shrugged unhappily and nodded.
“It’s really not worth getting worked up
over. People like that aren’t worth your
time.” Ben said simply, continuing his
newfound seriousness and uncanny perception
of people’s intentions. Charlie smiled
faintly and straightened her back. She
smiled again, though this time it was more
reminiscent of her old, happier smile.
“I hear they have a new Alkaline Trio CD at
Wax Trax. Want to come with?” She asked
cheerily. Her two friends nodded and
followed her as she got up from the seat.
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| adj88 | | Hmm, this story sounds awfully familiar... | GASPATCHO | wait, whats so familiar about it? i
didn't copy, i swear!!!! | adj88 | | Did this happen to you? | GASPATCHO | errr... no. its interesting. the three main
characters each have traits that either I or
my friends have, so they're kind of
multiple trait love children. why, does this
sound like it happened to me? id' never go
to a private school. | adj88 | | | |
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