Creative Writing Short Stories/Prompts, Kayla Weber [small books to read txt] 📗

in the wind and drift down to the ground like little orange stars descending to earth. The swing creaks as her friend pushes Emily as high as she can get at 5 feet 5 inches, and as she swings back, her laugh is breathtaking.

“Dude. It’s freezing. Stop daydreaming about Emily and let’s go!” Jacob pulls me back to the present. We can hear the girls laughing and talking on the swings. I roll my baby blue eyes and stand up to my full 5 feet 8 inches, brushing the dirt and grass off of my pants, and running my hands through my sandy blonde hair.

“Please, it was your idea to follow them. Always trying to see what your girl is doing.” I grin because this always makes him mad. He scowls and his bright green eyes narrow as he also runs his hands through his dark brown hair before throwing them in the air, walking up to me thinking that his 5 feet 6 inches broad frame is intimidating, and whisper-yelling at me.

“She’s not my girl! Yet. Besides, you daydream about Emily way more than I do about anything.” Jacob crosses his arms.

“Oh enough you two! You fight more that an old married couple with cats and dogs!” Adam pulls us back and we crouch abruptly. There are no more noise coming from the swings. We all peek through the bushes and can’t find the girls. I hear breathing coming from the other side, and I jump up.

“Go go go!” I bolt with the others following me. We’ve been caught. I can hear the girls laughing behind us and I run faster, all the way to Nash’s house. He lives closest to the school, and the park. We are all spending the night at his house. Taylor, one of the girls we happened to be spying on, lives right across from him.

“We have to stop doing that! This makes the 4th time we’ve been caught. One day they’re going to call the police. I bet they think we’re crazy!” Nash gasps as his long-legged 6 feet 2 inches barrels into his room. We laugh and follow him through, throwing our bags on the floor and flopping onto his bed. I kick my shoes off and relax back onto the mahogany headboard as he continues to rant. “Miles, this is your fault! If you hadn’t pointed them out, we wouldn’t have to bolt here every day.” He narrows his dark green eyes at me and sits at his desk, his red hair blowing up from the mini breeze he creates.

“Hey! This isn’t my fault. I wasn’t the one who said we should follow them. That was Jacob.” I laugh and shake my head. “Now, homework or posters?”

“Homework, and after supper we can work on posters,” Nash replies, “I don’t want to get in trouble for not having my homework done.” We all nod and work on our homework until supper time. After supper we spend the rest of the night working on posters. Jacob is the only one who finished. His poster is super cool, but his idea is going to be kind of hard to do. He needs to sneak into the house and do it, which is not an easy task with locked doors. Having no clue where the bathroom is, I call Sally, one of the girls at the park who happens to be spending the night at Taylor’s, and ask if she can help us and not ruin the surprise. She agrees and lets us into the house.

“What are you guys going to do?” Sally whispers, helping us get the balloons into the shower. “Who are you asking?”

“Taylor. She’s about this tall,” Jacob holds his hand up to about 5 feet 4 inches, “ with long, dark hair and brown eyes. You need to make sure that she showers first. I don’t want to scare one of the other girls,” Jacob admits shyly. He pulls out his poster, which is really fantastic. It says “It would be a shower of fun if you’d go up to prom with me. Yes? No?” Sally takes us to another room and we stay there waiting for morning, which is in a couple hours.

“Okay. I’m going to get her up now. Go get ready,” Sally whispers excitedly as she bounces up and down before skipping out the door to get Taylor. We go back into the bathroom and climb into the shower. It’s a tight fit, but we all make it. Jacob holds his sign, and breathes out a nervous sigh.

“What if she says no? We went through all of this work.”

“Dude,” Nash looks at Jacob sideways, “she’ll say yes. You’re awesome. Now shh because she’s coming.”  We could hear Taylor opening the door. We all inhale and stand as quietly as possible as she opens the shower curtain.

“AHH!” Taylor screams and jumps back as the balloons fall out. “You sca-” she stops as she looks up. “Oh Jacob, yes!” She jumps and hugs him. We all stand there, awkwardly squished in the shower, smiling and clapping. “Okay, now out because I need to get ready.”

“No! Pictures. I need lots of pictures.” Sally’s entire 5 feet 7 inches bursts into the room, her dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement, and fire engine red hair flying behind her, to make Jacob pose with Taylor. After taking about a million pictures, Taylor pushes us all out so she can get ready. We leave and go get ourselves ready. We all walk to school together.

“Your assignment is on the board. It’s due tomorrow,” Mrs. Hertz, my Spanish teacher, points to the board and sits down. “You have the remainder of class to work on it. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.” Instead of working on the homework, I pull out my poster and work on it. I finish it by the end of class. I quickly put it back in my bag as the bell rings.

“I need to go to Emily’s locker. Are you coming?” I ask the guys when I meet them in the hall. They nod and we all head over together. Emily is already at her locker, so I stop and pull the poster and a four leaf clover pillow out of my bag. I hand my bag to Nash and we walk over to her locker. I show her the poster which reads I would be a lucky man if you’d go to Prom with me. The four leaf clover pillow has yes taped on one side and no taped on the other. I hand her the pillow and she hands it back with the yes side facing me, and a big grin on her face. She hugs me as everyone standing around to watch claps and cheers. Jane looks mad, I think, as I pose with Emily so she can take a picture. I shrug it off and we all walk together to our next classes. Jane pulls Emily aside and I slow down to eavesdrop.

“You know I like Miles! Why would you say yes?” Jane whines, her emerald eyes brimming with tears. Her shiny black hair shakes as she stomps her feet. She looks like a 5 feet 6 inches baby when she does that, I think, holding my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

“Get over it Jane. He asked me and I like him. Besides, why should I say no? Just so you can have him? We aren’t even friends. The only reason I talk to you is because we are both friends with Taylor,” Emily replies, haughtily, while rolling her eyes. I walk back to the group and pretend like I didn’t hear anything. That would explain why Jane looked mad, I think as she and Emily rejoin the group. The rest of the day goes by fast and at the end we meet up by the front doors.

“Hey, do you guys want to go to a movie next Friday?” Adam asks.

“Sure. What movie are we going to see?” Taylor replies.

“We can decide that next week right? Let’s get ice cream right now,” Emily cuts in.

“Sounds great!” Adam exclaims. We all start to walk out and Adam pulls Jane aside. “Hey, do you want to go to the park with me?”

“Sure. Right now?”

“Yeah, if you’re not busy.” Adam replies, bashfully, lowering his hazel eyes to look at his 6 foot frame, his jet black hair hanging in his face, cheeks tinged pink. I can’t believe he’s doing this on his own, I think. We skipped class to decorate the park so I hope it goes well! I wish I had the guts to have asked Emily by myself.

“Yeah, sounds great! Let’s go.” They walk off toward the park and the rest of us continue in the other direction, toward the ice cream shop. After we got ice cream we head to Taylor’s house to hang out. The rest of the week flows by in a blur of excitement until Friday.

“What movie are we watching? I need to get the tickets,” Taylor asks.

“I’m paying tonight. My treat to a group of great girls,” Nash responds, mostly looking at Sally.

“You’re so kind Nash!” Sally exclaims. Nash blushes and mumbles a thank you. “Let’s watch Beauty and the Beast.” I groan and Nash elbows me.

“Great. I’ll go buy the tickets. You guys get the snacks. Sally can you help me?” Sally nods and she and Nash go buy the tickets while the rest of us order our snacks and drinks. They join us again after a couple minutes and pass out the tickets.

“I’ll have a box of Nerds please,” Sally points to the box, “and a medium Pepsi.”

“I’ll have a large popcorn and a medium Pepsi,” Nash states, pulling out his wallet.

“Are these together?” the worker asks. Nash nods yes and the same time Sally shakes her head no.

“I’ll pay,” Nash replies.

“Okay. That will be $21.75.” Nash hands over the cash and the worker hands him the snacks and Sally the drinks. They join the rest of us and we walk into the movie room to pick a spot. The movie ends and it is pretty good, even though it’s more of a kid movie.

“That was a good movie,” Taylor says, standing up to stretch. She heads over to the trash and throws her garbage away.

“Yeah, it really was,” Jacob says, following her to the trash. They smile at each other and hold hands. The rest of us throw our trash away and follow them out.

“Hey, Miles,” Nash whispers, grabbing my arm.

“What?” I ask, slowing and turning to face him.

“I’m scared to ask her. Will you back me up?” Nash pleads, shaking because he’s really nervous.

“Of course dude. I’ll always have your back,” I playfully slug his shoulder and he smiles.

“Thank you,” he takes a big breath, “I’m going to ask her right now.” We run to catch up with the group and he pulls Sally back. I slow down to stay and support him. “Hey, Sally,” he blows out a shaky sigh, “will you go to Prom with me?” He looks so hopeful. He’s the softest of us guys, I think.

“Oh Nash, of course I will!” Sally grins and jumps into his arms squealing. Nash blows out another sigh and spins her around with the biggest grin on his face.

“That’s so sweet,” Emily says, walking up, wrapping her arm in mine, and smiling at me with her beautiful rainbow smile.

“Yeah, he’s the softest of us all,” I grin and we glide away, like a princess with her prince.

“Oh, I’ll be right back. I need to talk to Jane a minute,” Emily unlinks her arm from mine and skips over to Jane. “Hey Jane, can I talk to you?”

“I guess. What do you want Emily?” Jane replies, a little sassy.

“I want to apologize for last week. What I said was wrong and mean. I really am your friend, hopefully, and I hope you can forgive me,” Emily looks down bashfully, waiting for Jane to reply.

“I forgive you,” Jane