One-Shots

More Than a Story to Tell Her Friends

More Than a Story to Tell Her Friends

Norah was never the sort of girl to fall for one of those girls. Those being the type of girls that couldn't make up their mind on what they wanted and instead resorted to playing mind games. They weren't her usual type, she'd dated a few of those before and it never worked out.

         Yet, when she first seen Eloise Hampton she knew she was in for a wild ride. She knew Eloise was trouble and that she should stay away. Everyone knew Eloise was the sort of girl parents warned their sons - and daughters - about.

       Norah had heard an awful amount of stories about how the girl would have her fun then leave her dates with nothing except bittersweet memories, but Norah couldn't help herself, she had to find out if all the rumors were true. Norah wasn't all that sure she could handle someone like that though so she took her time, scoping her out, discovering her hobbies, finding out her likes and dislikes, simply analyzing her movements. She kept her distance at first, watching the brunette beauty from afar. She liked the way the corners of her mouth curled up when she smiled, she liked the way her eye s would roll back into her head when she laughed, and she certainly liked the way her hair was just long enough to lose her fingers in but not long enough for it to get in the way.

        She knew what she was doing was weird, hell, it was weird to her too, but she couldn't fight the way she felt as if she was physically drawn to Eloise. She admired her far more than she knew was healthy. Her friends told her she didn't stand a chance, Eloise didn't even know her name after all, but she wouldn't let that stop her.

        She'd get her chance.

       Eloise knew what she was doing wasn't right. She never intended to use them all, it just sort of happened. It wasn't like she lied to them. She was positive her history had been told to them, but yet, they still followed her around like lost sheep. She knew one day she may stop, after all it was bound to happen eventually. Yet, every time she found The Girl she suddenly realized that maybe she wasn't capable of steadily being with one person for a long period of time and would somehow screw it all up. Her life was a constant cycle and she was waiting for someone who could make her see reason, she'd try once more, and if it failed, she would come to terms with it and go back to her usual ways. She was giving the world - and herself - one last chance, that's it. One.

       As if by luck, or maybe chance, Eloise's car wouldn't start one rainy afternoon after school. All of her friends were gone and she had no idea of how she was going to get home. She was usually good with vehicles and probably would have known what to do if she were in a better mood, but she was already having a bad day and this seemed to be the topping on the cake. That is until she seen a petite blonde walking - or perhaps jogging - her way. Eloise couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face.

       "Car trouble?" the small girl asked when she finally reached Eloise, she was already mostly soaked, but she didn't seem to mind. Eloise liked her already.

            "Yes ma'am," Eloise said politely, then stepped sideways to make room for the other girl. She didn't even mind that the rain was soaking her nice new shirt, after all, it's just a shirt.

      "Maybe I could help," the blonde offered, then she walked over to where the hood of the car was lifted up. She peered in, and held herself there for a few moments, fumbling with some of the parts. Eloise couldn't tell if she knew exactly what she was doing, but if not, she was sure a good actor.

      She realized this was Norah Jones. That sweet little girl from her English class that she thought about doing so many wild things to in the backseat of the same car they were standing in front of. Not to mention that her pink sweater was definitely making her seem even cuter than usual. She reminded Eloise of a life size Barbie.