Part of a Story

Here's the first and second part of a story I'm writing. Any comments/critisms/questions welcome; and this one I'm going to take the idea for and rearrange it into another story.

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Scene 1

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Setting my bottle of Tequiza on the worn wooden table, I watched the condensation drip down the cold surface, "I can't believe it's only been six years." Nate nodded as he took a sip from his Corona. "It still feels like yesterday. Tonight's still salt in an open wound." I looked down at the tattoos on my wrist, '12/27/79 - 1/6/97'. "He was only 18, I just...," I sighed, "What if it was because of me?"

"Nah, you know better. He adored you, Gage, you know that." Nate took another sip. "Life through death, Gage."

"I wish I had been a little more open," his smile flashed across my mind, "maybe I would've been with him just a little longer...," I sighed, trying to justify his end."If I hadn't tried so hard to fit in," I remembered the phone ringing, and his brother choking out words, "maybe he would've felt a little less alone."

"It wasn't about whether or not you could have made him feel better. He just didn't know how to deal with the realities of the world."

"I can still remember the first time I talked to him. It was the first time I ever second guessed myself. It was at that party in '96."

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Scene 2

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I set the blue plastic cup down in my best friends' kitchen, and walked back outdoors. The smell of the alcohol, bonfire, and outdoors was intoxicating. Zak walked by me with a blonde on his arm, raising his eyebrows in a what-do-you-think kind of way. I smiled. She was a pretty girl-too drunk to know what was going on-but pretty nonetheless.

As I stepped outside, I shut the sliding glass door behind me. I walked past a few dozen pretty-faced girls, there wasn't hazard of any consequences, but I was with Anastasia. I reached the back of Zak's fenced-in yard. I kept looking over girls, blonde-not my type, brunette-too fake of a tan, blonde-too ditzy, blonde-too skinny, brunette-too small, brunette-too short. I had options here and I could pick a flaw in each of them. It's not like I needed to get a girl, I had Ana. I looked back through the crowd, I just wanted a different someone else.

"All 'cookie cuttered'?"

I nodded, turning to see who just spoke my mind. Another unfamiliar face. "Who're you?"

"Styles--I'm not from around here--simply a friend of a friend," he smiled, answering my next questions. "Who're you?"

"Gage, this is my friends' house."

"Oh, so you're from around here?"

"Unfortunately."

He smiled again, "I'll be moving here in November."

"Mid semester?"

"Yeah," he hung his head momentarily, "I dropped out." His bright smile faded off his face for the first time.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I'm getting my GED soon, or whatever the equivalent is. I don't care much for public schools too much bullshit, but my parents are having me stay with my relatives. They thought maybe a different school would be better for me."

I smiled knowing what he meant. I looked over at the bonfire crackling, dusting the dark star-filled sky with a soft haze.

“Hey,” Zak yawned, approaching us. “It looks like this party is coming to an end.” I nodded. “I was thinking of doing what I did last time.”

“Again?” Zak nodded. “Zak, are you-?” His mischievous smile cut me off, he headed for the back door. “Styles, follow me.”

“What's Zak doing?” Styles asked as we made our way through the crowd to the back corner of the fence.

“POLICE!”

I jumped the fence, and waited for Styles, “That's what he's doing. Come on, let's go up to his room.” We went into the house through the side door, and upstairs. From his room, there was a lot of thudding around. Great, he left her in there. “Let's go to Heathers' room.” I went to the next door in the hallway, listened for a second before opening the door. Peering through the blinds there was barely anyone in the yard. “Good, just a few more minutes,” I said sitting down on his sisters bed. Styles sat down next to me, his hand brushing against mine. “When's the next time you'll be in town?” I moved my hand.

“I don't know. Hopefully the next party. Does Zak end every party this way?”

“Nah, not usually, just lately. Do you usually come over for parties?”

“No, this is the first one over here. It's such an obnoxious way to end a party,” Styles said distastefully.

“Yeah, it is- he likes it though, and it is his party. Since you're just a town over do you want me to let you know when the next one is?”

“Would you?” Styles asked eagerly.

“Yeah, what's your number?” I asked pulling out my cell.

“I'll put it in,” he volunteered, he handed the phone back to me in a couple seconds.

Thud, thud, thud! Styles jumped next to me, I jumped up. “Whoa.” I eyed Styles over.

Zak opened the door. “Everyone's gone.” Thud. “Well, almost everyone. Are you heading out Gage, or crashing here? And what about you?”

“This is Styles. I'll go home, Styles, you need a ride?” He nodded. “See you Monday, Zak.”

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The second scene kind of really sucked. I have more written but that's for another day. I'll try to blog a little more frequently. Like I said, it's going to be majorly revamped LIke.. maybe the names will stay and this one's storyline will be the backdrop to a bigger one? I don't know yet.