Short Stories and Writings that Resulted from Boredom

Smiled

Fiction

The orchestra program at my high school was one of the top. We were so good, we were invited to perform at a national music convention. As a reward for a spectacular first semester, we went to Dave & Busters to eat dinner and party. It was a particularly good trip, however, the conversations we had that evening were bloodbaths. It was Election Night.
It wasn't surprising that most teenagers were liberal. Proud Democrats. Honestly, it wasn't a huge deal since eighty percent of us couldn't vote anyways. The few Republicans there were, closeted themselves to avoid being questioned by Democrats. That's how it always was.
I was a proud Republican. If I was old enough to vote I would have voted for the Republican candidate. Not only was I proud, I was open about it. I wasn't scared to tell my friends I'd be voting for the Republican.
There was another boy in the orchestra with me. He played the viola. That day, I found out he was a Republican as well. And he was open about it. I had known this boy since middle school, but never bothered to become friends with him. He was kind of silly, and was immature during orchestra class.
During the Dave & Busters party, I sat at the closed bar to watch the Election status on the TV. It seemed that the Republican was doing well. I was excited and nervous to see what the outcome would be. The boy came and sat next me.
"We're gonna do it. We're gonna make it," he said, eyeballing that there was more red than blue on the screen.
"How'd you know I was Republican?" I asked.
"You seemed conservative. Don't worry, I'm conservative too."
"Really?"
That's one thing I knew we'd get along about.
"Indeed. Whatever happens, it'll be okay."
"I completely agree."
We were called to return to the hotel at around ten pm. The Election wasn't over yet. They were still totaling everything.
My three roommates and I went to sleep. That night I didn't dream of the Election or the boy. I just dreamed about the city we were in. I dreamed about the reason we were there and the amazing opportunity we were given.
My alarm clock went off at 6:30 am.
"Oh no..." one of the roommates said.
Did we not wake up on time? Did someone die?
She then said, in the most dead tone possible, that the Republican candidate won.
I celebrated in my head. Earlier that evening we were talking about the election, and we all took turns saying what party we were in. There was a Democrat, a centrist, an 'I don't care,' and me, the Republican.
I proceeded to text my sister, who I knew was awake after staying up for the Election. She was ultra conservative and helped me make my decision on who I was going to vote for. I simply wrote, "VICTORY."
My roommates and I got dressed and ready for the day to come. We were told not to expect a hotel breakfast, but instead a bag full of junk food. That's exactly what we need to focus today... not.
We arrived in the lobby and grabbed a bag of food. We then sat in a booth and ate. Once we were done we threw everything away and hung around awaiting instructions.
I got up to use the restroom. The boy from last night was standing nearby. We knew each other's happiness, knowing that our country was going to become safer with our new president. We noticed each other. He was ten feet away. We looked into each other's eyes, and just smiled.