Motoric Moment 5
This is a fictional story about two teenaged guys, both who are passionate about Drama and the Performing Arts and they fall in love for the first time, and that to eachother. This is their rollercoaster ride of emotions following their first meeting.
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MOTORIC MOMENT CHAPTER 5
What can you do when your world falls apart? Just when things are going well, it gets ripped out from underneath you. Life is fair, infact, it just gets you when you least expect it.
James and Rowan was playing Playstation in the late afternoon when James decided to stop. "What's wrong, baby?" Rowan asked. "Nothing, please leave it, okay?" James stood up and started to pace around in his room. "Right, we are going to talk about this NOW. You're in terrible mood all day, last night you didn't bother answering my calls, I mean, have I done something wrong, baby?"
No answer.
"James, please! This is driving me crazy!"
James turned around and faced his one true love. This had to be done, there was no other way. He dreaded doing it, but it was perhaps better this way.
"Rowan, please go. I have a lot to think about."
Rowan looked up from where he was sitting on the bed. Tears started to form in his eyes. He heard what James had said, but he couldn't believe it. This had to be one sick nightmare, because this cannot be happening!
"You don't mean that!" he finally said, his bottom lip shaking.
"Am I going to have to chase you out? I said go, I want to be left alone!"
James walked over to the door and held it open for Rowan. The tears were flowing freely at that point, but Rowan couldn't care less.
"James, I love you..."
"Get out!"
James closed the door behind him once Rowan had left and sat on his bed, packing away his Playstation. The controllers fell out of his hands. He was shaking. He saw the tears falling on his pants. He hated himself, for the first time in his life he actually hated himself. He threw himself on the bed and cried like he had never before.
His mobile made a noise to indicate that he had a message. He wiped his face and pressed the "OK" button.
Let's meet at my house tonight. You now what will happen if you don't. Genevieve.
James got an urge to throw his phone into a million pieces, but his father would kill him.
What was he doing to himself? Genevieve, the bitch from hell, had this advantage over him. He knew exactly what she meant, if he didn't show, she would show that video of him and Rowan to everyone. Somehow, he knew it would somehow reach his father, and that he could not bear to think about.
As he reached Genevieve's house, he breathed in a deep sigh. Whatever she wanted, how bad could it possibly be? He knocked on the door.
"Oh, hello! Do come in please." Genevieve really did look beautiful. Like the previous time, when she asked him to meet her in the rehearsal studio, this would under normal circumstances be a huge turn on, a sexy girl summoning him over to her house with no parental supervision. The thought of it now, made him want to throw up.
"Glad you got my message."
"Cut the crap, bitch. Im here, so what do you want?"
"That's not a very nice way to talk to me, James dear. Maybe you are forgetting the hold I have over you."
James looked away. Looking at Genevieve hurt to much.
"I want you to help me with something. It's something small really; you don't need a rocket scientist to do this. Simply, I fucked up in the Theatre Study test the other day. I want you to fix that."
James was forced to look at her, because what she said just did not make sence.
"What the fuck are you talking about? If you screwed up the test, there is nothing I can do about that!"
"You can break into the class, steal the test and bring it here so that I can correct my mistakes."
James jumped up; he couldn't speak or think, he was flabbergasted. Then he stepped up to Genevieve and held her by her shoulders.
"You must be on drugs! Me, breaking and entering into the class, and...Genevieve, that's a criminal offence! There is no way im doing this. Im out of here. Stuff you and stuff your blackmailing! You made me lose the one thing I love more than life itself. Now you want me to...you know, you are unbelievable. Well, im not playing your game any longer."
James walked out, determined that this would be the last time he would be played like this.
When he came home, his hands still smelled of Genevieve's scent. He washed it, but still, the sheer reality of him being in this kind of situation, was unreal, to say the least.
As he was lying on his bed, he stared at his mobile on his desk. He so desperately wanted to call Rowan, just to hear his friendly, comforting voice once more. For the first time James really realised just what he threw away, doing to Rowan what he did. As he started dialling the number, he slowly put his mobile down again. The tears started rolling down his eyes as he thought of Rowan, the boy that he loved with his whole heart. With a sigh he turned around in his bed and fell asleep.
"James! James! Care to explain this?"
James woke up only to stare into the eyes of his father, ranting and reaving and furious as hell.
"James, what the hell is this?"
James looked at the item in his father's hand.
Oh my shattered nerves, he thought.
His father was holding a video casette tape.
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Frank Carter