I'm still not sold on this story, especially not this chapter. But I figured it's been awhile since I've posted any of my actual writing, so here is chapter 2 of Danny's story - and you'll just have to deal with mistakes, developing plots, and early editing. I'm not ready to post chapters of other stories yet - sorry. But don't worry, very soon I'll have some sort stories and poetry to post. So for now, just enjoy Danny and his girl problems.
To read the intro, see it
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Airports and airplanes. I hated them. They required patience and waiting, two things I loathed. Was loathing too harsh a word to describe such common day conveniences and miracles such as flying through the air? No, not in my book.
It was hard saying goodbye to my parents. We had always been close, and not having them around was going to be strange. Knowing I wasn’t going to see them again until Christmas didn’t seem real. My dad, who I liked to describe as a hippie in a scholar’s clothing with glasses, was not just my dad, but also a close friend. When he gave me advice, I took it to heart. My mom, with her light hair and bright eyes, was such a sweet, funny, and all around genuine person. They complimented one another well, and I sometimes wondered how it is that they produced a son like me. It wasn’t that I was so much different than them, but neither of them were athletic like me or cared much for sports. Causes – sustainable living, saving the oceans, promoting organic farming and fresh foods – that’s what they were passionate about. Sustainable architecture was my dad’s specialty, and my mom was always writing letters to congress or local representatives, attending town meetings, passing out fliers and holding fundraisers. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about the future of our planet, or the fate of the whales, but as a teenager full of energy, the world’s problems were too much to take on at the moment.
I take after my dad in the sense that I hate sitting still. He’s always running around doing things in the same way that I’m always risking my neck to try a new trick or master a skill. So having to sit in the same seat, next to strangers in tight quarters for hours was not my ideal method of transportation. When teleportation was finally perfected, I would definitely be all over that.
Amanda was waiting for me in the baggage claim area when I finally arrived. When she saw me, she shrieked with delight and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist as she did. I dropped my bags and returned her embrace. People standing nearby were touched, thinking we were young lovers reunited at last. It was actually quite amusing that they thought so. Amusing and absolutely appalling.
“Holy hell, Danny!” she exclaimed when she finally let me breath. “What did you do to yourself? I hardly recognized you.”
That was a lie. I knew Amanda would always recognize me. But since I had last seen her over winter break, my hair had been bleached blond and now my dark roots were showing, my lip had been pierced, ears had been gauged, and I had probably gained another ten pounds of muscle on my six-foot two-inch frame.
I shrugged. She grabbed my bicep.
“And you keep getting bigger! You’re not so scrawny anymore.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I had always, minus the past few years, resembled a twig. “I’ve been doing a lot of strength training, and eating a hell of a lot. They want me all big and hardy for hockey so I don’t break, or get smashed.”
“Daniel Wilde, if I might say so, you are starting to resemble a real man.”
I laughed again. “Thanks. I think.”
