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Til Death (standard:other, 2705 words)
Author: the guitaristAdded: Feb 27 2007Views/Reads: 3066/2109Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
"Til Death is a short story about two lovers who promise to love each other until death. Well, the rest you'll have to read for yourself, because it's quite tragic.
 



Beep Beep Beep.  Beep Beep Beep.  The alarm clock that sat upon
Jonathan's bed stand awoke him from his deepened slumber.  He looked up 
with disgust, and grumbled "Fuck, It's Monday."  He went into his 
bathroom and took his usual morning shower.  Jonathan's hair was down 
past his shoulders, so in the mornings he had to blow it dry and put it 
into a ponytail.  He kept a beard for the most part, and hadn't shaved 
his mustache since he was a teenager.  After he finished his normal 
morning routine and got dressed, he went out the front door of his 
apartment, locked the door, and was on his way to the Grand Junction 
Communitiy College that he attended in the mornings.  Jonathan was a 
very timid person, with many insecurities.  He knew a few people where 
he lived in Grand Junction, but he didn't associate himself too much 
with other people.  He was usually off in his own little world, either 
writing odd poetry or watching his massive collection of music videos 
in his apartment.  He was a man of few words, and it was rare if ever 
to hear him talk.  When he did speak it was in a low scared tone, and 
he would stutter constantly.  He never smiled, and always seemed like 
he was depressed.  He had been in Colorado for 6 years, and he still 
acted as if he were new there.  He was born and raised in Georgia, and 
his accent was pretty much obvious.  His father was an alcoholic and 
used to beat his mother, and Jonathan was a sad witness to violence 
from an early age.  His parents finally divorced, and he kept getting 
switched from his mother to his father, and then finally when he was 
thirteen, his grandmother decided to give him a stable home.  He lived 
with his grandmother until he finished high school, and when he was 19, 
he moved to Grand Junction, Colorado.  He arrives at school about five 
minutes early, and he sits down at his desk.  He looks up at the front 
of the row, and sees this beautiful brown haired blue eyed girl sit 
down at the desk.  He knows she's been in the same class as him for the 
last month or so, but he is too scared to talk to her, because he's too 
shy.  He sat and watched from his desk, and admired her beauty with 
such amazement.  He thought to himself "I wonder what this girl is 
about."  Suddenly it seemed as if time flew right by, and class was 
over.  He goes outside to the picnic tables where he normally eats, and 
he opens his lunch box.  He is eating the same thing he always eats; a 
peanut butter and honey tortilla wrap.  As he sits and enjoys his 
lunch, suddenly the same girl he was admiring comes and sits down at 
his table.  He is surprised, and fumbles for something to say to her.  
In a slow pitiful tone he says "Hi, I'm Jonathan".  She gives him a 
smile and replies "So you can talk."  Slowly he replies, "What makes 
you think I can't?".  Once again smiling as usual, she says, "I don't 
think I've ever heard you say a word since I came here a month ago."  A 
little less scared he says, "I'm just shy, that's all?  But can you 
tell me your name?"  "My name is Jennifer", she replies," and the 
reason I came over here, is because every time I see you, you're always 
alone.  "Most of the time I prefer to be alone, but I don't mind 
company every now and then." he replied in a quicker tone.   Jonathan 
finished the last bite of his tortilla wrap, and wiped his face.  "So 
what is that you eat everyday at lunch?"  she asks.  "It's my favorite 
food in the entire world; Peanut Butter and Honey Tortilla Wrap."  he 
replies with a half way smile.  When she saw him smile, she remarked " 
Oh my god! You actually smiled for once!"  She asked him why he didn't 
smile more often, and said that he had no real reason to smile.  It was 
drawing near time for class to go back into session, and Jonathan had 
to be at work in 30 minutes, so Jennifer wrote her phone number on a 
napkin for Jonathan, and then gathered up her books and went on her 
way.  Jonathan was never this happy in his life, and he went to work 
feeling very good.  That night he got home, he went to relax in his 
recliner.  He had the phone in his hands, but he was scared to dial 
Jennifer's number, because he didn't know what to say when she would 
answer.  Finally, he dialed her number, and it rang for about three 
times before she answered.  When she answered he said "Jennifer this is 
Jonathan.  Do you remember me?"  "Of course I remember you. What makes 
you think I'd forget you?"  "I don't know", he said plainly, " I just 
guess I'm scared that no one cares about me."   He wanted to tell her 
how he truly felt, but something inside of him was preventing him from 
saying what he really wanted to say.   " I really have something I have 
to tell you, but I can't seem to say it." Jonathan said in a sad tone.  
" Well go on ahead and say it," Jennifer replies, " because I really 
want to know what you're feeling."  "Well," he replies, "Ever since I 
first saw you I knew I liked you, but I couldn't just go up to you and 
tell you exactly how I felt."  For twenty seconds there was complete 
silence on the phone, and then Jennifer said, "Well I'm glad you told 
me, because If you want to know the truth, I really like you too, and I 
think you're cute." "Really?", Jonathan replied.  "Yes", she said back 


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