I know I said when I started this, once upon a nightmare, that this would contain things I had written or played about with for creative classes, but I was never happy enough with anything to put it on public display. So I'm going to throw up some bits and pieces over the next few days. For anyone that actually reads this, I'd love some feedback. The first one is a section from a story I wrote over a year ago, roughly titled Sophie & Noah. It's something I was keen to work more on, but other creative things took over. Hopefully when I have some free time in the next few months I'll start to work on it, among other things. Very short section. Enjoy:
The dance-floor was now heaving with a hundred or so students, and the heat was beginning to get to her. ‘Getting a drink’ she yelled over Abba and weaved her way across the floor. Her hand brushed against the small of someone’s back to gently nudge him out of her way, she slipped between three girls dancing around their handbags and manoeuvred her way to the edge, and without thinking took the long route around the club. She swept past people dancing and drinking and found herself at the bar. The queue was three people deep and although she hated the squash that was inevitable, the thought of going dancing again without having had something to quench her thirst wasn’t appealing. Elbowing her way into the crowd Sophie was checking the back of every brown-haired spiky-headed boy in her vision. She had studied Noah’s features over time and could pick him out at a distance. Unfortunately half the males on campus had spiked brown hair, broad shoulders and wore baggy jeans so it did make the task that little bit harder but she almost always got it right. Having made it to the bar with the use of a practiced elbow, Sophie ordered her drink and looked around. She noted a few familiar faces; some guys from her course were nearby making a scene. They were dressed head to toe in green and black and had obviously come for some theme night. Drink finally in hand she ducked under an arm and around a drunken couple. She stood against the wall, taking in the scene, all the while looking for his face. She could pick him out of a thousand strong crowd, and tonight was no exception. Though it had taken her longer than most nights she had spotted him in his white shirt, standing at the opposite end of the bar, ordering a drink. Now that she knew he was there she felt happier, she could take her time and bump into him, accidentally of course, during the night somewhere. First however she had to test her skills.
Coming up behind the guys in black and green, she placed her hand on the lower back of one, her body close to his. “Hey Jordan.” He turned to her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Hey you. Having a good night?”
“Yeah, so far. Hey, where’s my kiss?” Sophie turned her head and pointed towards her cheek. Jordan leaned in and kissed her skin. “That’s better! So what’s with the get up?”
“What? This?” He indicated his outfit.
“Yeah,” she replied “is it national Kiwi day and no one told me?” Jordan laughed.
“Nah, nothing like that. Ya see that guy?” He pointed to a guy Sophie recognised who had gelled black hair, a red bandana and what looked like home-made nun chucks “well it’s his 21st, and we’re all dressed as the Ninja Turtles for it.”
“So he’s Raphael? Which would make you…” she put her hand on his chest and pushed him back slightly, looking at him from head to toe, taking in the costume “…Michelangelo?”
“COWABUNGA!”
“DUDE!!!” They laughed together. “Oh, can’t believe I still remember that. Michelangelo was always my favourite though.” Looking up at him, she winked. She moved her hands to his arm and trailed the orange ribbon through her fingers, brushing his bare skin and running her hand down his bicep. She put her arms around his neck to hug him, taking his hand in her own when she pulled back. “Come dance with me later?”
“Yeah, sure.” She gave him a peck on the lips and turned to walk away. Still holding her hand he brought her back to him and pulled her in closer.
“That all I get?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“’Fraid so,” she said, giving him a cheeky grin. “See ya later.” She walked away from him, going in the opposite direction to where she knew Noah was standing. She didn’t want to run into him just yet, it was too early. She found the girls where she had left them on the dance-floor so she joined in. Ruby, Sophie’s best friend since the first month of first year, took her hand, squeezed it and mouthed ‘Stop thinking about him.’ Nodding back at her, they both kept dancing. However knowing Noah was bound to be somewhere nearby, she kept letting her eyes drift to the sides of the club, to his normal haunts, occasionally spotting one of his friends but never him. Each time she brought her focus back into the circle she could see Ruby giving her that look, the one she reserved to tell Sophie ‘he’s not worth it, pay attention to us’. Sophie tried to, but after six or seven songs she made an excuse and left the close circle. Weaving her way through the throng she felt a hand on her wrist, turning around she saw it was Jordan. He had definitely had a lot more to drink since she had seen him earlier in the night.
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