Creative writing practice pt1 in progress draft
“I think I know what that smile means.”
“Am I really that easy to read”
“I do have eyes you know, and you’ve never really been able to hide much from me”
“Well isn’t someone a little cocky”
“ Confidence comes from repeated success dear”
“ Ok welp moment officially ruined” she chuckled lightly underneath her breath as she wiped away a small strand of hair from her face
“Oh come on too much?”
“Just a tad”
“I want to know something” She breathed as she shifted her position from laying on his chest to sitting up with legs crossed meeting his gaze as she looked down at him.
“ I want to know something and you have to promise not to get weird.”
“Wow that took a sudden turn. Ok. I mean depends but...ok?”
“Just promise” she said after lightly pelting him with a nearby small throw pillow
“Ok ok geesh I promise”
Jill wasn’t really good at this kind of thing. She had never even liked a boy before Jack and now they were brushing up on 5 years together.
“I’m just curious. Just amuse me here. but what do you see?”
“ What do you mean? Jack said while sitting up to lay his head on the headboard so he wasn’t just peering up at Jills green eyes as the mood in the room shifted slightly, her stiffening and stammering a little as she continued.
“ I mean...When you think of us? What do you think the next five years have for us?”
“Well....” Jack lightly sang as he trailed off. His eyes searching searching for the answer in the vast eggshell painted nothingness that was his bedroom wall. Jack wasn’t really good at this either. Jack and Jill had been together since eighth grade. They’d known each other since they were in pampers. You would think that would make this conversation a no brainer but developing the romantic side of their relationship was always hard. Shifting from childhood friends to the classes “Most Likely to Get Married” superlative winners wasn’t easy at first. Especially since they started in Middle School when relationships were just holding hands and going on chaperone dates with their parent’s. Their first time was a hell scape of nerves and anxiety for the both of them as for awhile nothing had really changed in their relationship for the longest time. If you don’t count the occasional walks to class or hand holding in the hallway things only got more intense as they both got cars and were able to find time away from the prying eyes of their parents. Now they actually had to start having real talks. Of course it started small. As anything does in any relationship. They went from pillow talk about where they wanted to move, to talking about what they potentially wanted to do when they grew up, to what schools they wanted to attend.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.”
He started, finding his way back to her eyes as he attempted to flesh it out a little bit more.
“I’m not saying I don’t often daydream about what a future would look like for you and me but I hardly know what my major is going to be let alone where we’ll be in 5 years. All I do know is that I hope you’re there. What about you?”
Jill stared down at the pillow she was holding onto, squeezing it with her thighs like a stress ball as it was her turn to gaze into the eggshell laden abyss to find an answer she already knew.
“I don’t know either and I don’t know why, but I have this sick feeling that maybe that’s a bad thing......I mean you said it yourself... you hope. Why don’t we just know?”
Jill had always been prone to overthinking. She was a planner. She’s known, since her Zach Braff phase she was going to be a Doctor and her parent’s had already had her college picked out when she was born. She was always used to a path. She also had an older sister who knew about freshman relationship survival rates. When her sister was an RA she said she used to make bets with the other staff on the lifespan for various freshman couples who strolled onto campus together hand in hand right out of high school on their first day. To say the average life expectancy was low would be an understatement.
“I just meant I hope nothing happens to you. Like I hope things stay the same we just grow up together and crush life. Where are you going with this because this sounds like something you’ve been pondering about for a minute?”
Break-ups always tend to go this way. It’s sad but there is always one person in the relationship who was holding on a little bit tighter than the other. This is especially sad in marriages because sometimes the other person could be checked out for years without you ever knowing. Oftentimes people are stuck pondering which years which moments were just acting. Going through the motions but not really there. This isn’t where they end but it is the scene that Jill replays in her mind over and over again because maybe if she had ended it here maybe just maybe Jack would still be alive.
