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| Wallace | Apr 7 2012, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
Break out the L-word. The other L-word.
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Chapter 1 It was our place, the moon. We felt like we owned it, like it was really ours. We hated the people here on Earth, the people who looked at us weird, who shunned us and called us freaks. We didn’t understand them, refused to accept what they said about us. We’d lay out in the grass at night, looking up at the stars, wishing we could be there, not here, that that big white disk in the sky could be our home, our refuge, from the people here. We did that, all the time, since we were kids. We grew up together, and grew together, like two trees planted in the same plot, except not quite, because it was never quite competition that made us so close, never quite rivalry. Even then we got the looks, we heard the names, all the things the people said about us. Even as kids, we knew who we were and it made us targets for everyone else. Back then we thought maybe there would be people like us there. Maybe, instead of people who mock us, there would people just like us, and we’d be accepted in their society. Now we know there’s no such thing, that all there is on the moon is war. She’d probably seen it in person, then, but I’d only seen it on TV. So far, that is. Her dad was in the U.S. military and he got sent to the moon since that’s where the most pressing war is in the world. Well, not really in the world, but you know what I mean. Still, she’s been stationed up there with her dad since she doesn’t really have a mom anymore because his parents got divorced and she got no custody at all. But that’s okay, because I never really liked her anyways, and I doubt she did either. Kind of really overprotective. Anyways, despite being on different worlds, me and her had kept in touch. Usually video chatting, at least once a week. It was nice, but it wasn’t the same as when we used to live just down the street from each other. Thankfully, my mom, who’s a certified military medic, just recently got reassigned to the moon, and we were gonna be leaving to board the shuttle tomorrow morning. I know it’s nothing like we thought it would be as kids, but I still couldn’t wait for us both to be there. It’s not what we thought it would be, but it’s still our place. Ours. I was just lying in bed, too excited to go to sleep yet, looking out the window at the moon. That’s where she was, and that’s where we were going to both be soon, at our place. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until after I was awakened by the lights in my room suddenly turning on at six in the morning, and my mom yelling at me. “Time to get up, or we’ll miss the shuttle!” The shuttle was supposed to take off at 8:30, but you had to be there by eight so they could start loading it. It was a long drive, too, from where we lived in Beaumont to the nearest shuttleport in Houston. We pretty much had to get up, get ready real quick, grab a bite to eat, and leave as fast as we could so we could make it. There was also the matter of saying goodbye to this place. I’d lived here all my life, and we weren’t coming back for a while. I made sure I got myself ready really quick so I could go outside, out in the backyard. I found a nice spot, free of ant piles or the business of my dog, Pepper, and laid down in the grass, looking at the morning sky. The sun’s warm rays were beginning to envelop the world, but the moon and some stars were still visible. I could almost imagine her lying next to me. Then imagination turned to memory. I could remember it, clear as day; the night that I told Lexi I liked her, not just as a friend. I wasn’t looking at her, I just couldn’t, and kept looking at the moon, but I could feel the warmth in my cheeks and really hoped she wasn’t looking. “I do, too.” I snapped my head to my left, looking at her after she said that. I noticed a little red in her cheeks too, but she was still looking at the sky. “Really?” I asked, dumbfounded that the secret crush I’d had over the years was also shared by her. I couldn’t really believe it, so I clarified. “I mean, like, I didn’t mean like, I like you like a sister, when I said more than friends.” Then she turned her head away from the stars and looked at me, too. “I know.” We were shoulder-to-shoulder in the grass, and we shared warmth in the cold night. We were so close, I thought, and even though we’d been this close before, countless times, it was different now. We were both much more aware of the other next to them in a way we’d never been before. I looked in her eyes, trying to make sure she wasn’t pulling my leg, even though the blush should have tipped me off to the fact that she wasn’t. If she was, I would have quickly said, “Just kidding, you know?” But in her eyes, too, there was absoluteness, a determined fire. It was kind of startling, actually. I didn’t notice that she’d been slowly sitting up on her elbow, facing me, until the purpose of that movement became clear to me: suddenly her lips were on mine, and I knew then that if my blush was a mild pink at that point, it went scarlet red then. At first my eyes widened, but then I noticed hers were closed and decided that must be what you’re supposed to do. Before I closed them, though, I noticed that I had never seen a brighter red than the color on her cheeks. If the warmth of just us lying next to each other wasn’t fantastic, the warmth of her soft lips on mine most definitely was. That was two years ago. I’m sixteen now, and she’s almost seventeen. Her birthday’s only in about ten days. We mutually decided to take a break about a year ago when she had to move to the moon with her dad. Maybe, though, just maybe we could be together again, and in our place. “What are you doing, lying around out there? Time to go!” My mom’s shouting woke me up from my day dream and I quickly got up, brushing myself off the best I could. I hoped I dried out quickly, since the back of my pants and shirt were now pretty wet from the morning dew. Oh well, at least I’d be able to change on the shuttle. I went inside and made sure I had everything I needed to entertain me on the way to the moon. It’s a trip that takes a day or two usually. Lexi didn’t realize that for some reason and was bored the whole way, so she kept telling me over and over again after I told her I was going to the moon to bring stuff to do. I wasn’t sure if the shuttle would have any internet connection, so I brought along my laptop just in case. Maybe I’d be able to video chat with Lexi again on the way? Just in case there wasn’t, though, I brought my little handheld game system, and the book I’d been reading for a while now, “Forever Lost.” After I’d checked and double-checked that I had everything, including the gift I’d gotten for Lexi’s birthday—a copy of Forever Lost, since there were unsurprisingly few bookstores on the moon and they weren’t very up to date—and my mom and I left the house, my suitcases trailing behind me, and my dog, Pepper, under my arm. I slept through most of the car ride, except those couple of times when Pepper woke me up because he climbed on my face. After the second time I somehow managed to buckle him into the seatbelt next to me so he couldn’t move. Finally, I woke up one last time as my mom said we were at the shuttleport. I got my stuff out of the trunk, and put Pepper under my arm again as we walked up to the front of the main building. You had to have special access just to be here, either in the military or go through a lot of paperwork if you’re on a visit for the media. Can’t have any Russian spies getting inside Artemis, the main U.S. base on the moon. My mom likely had to show identification of some sort to get in, and before we got in the line to board, she had to show it again. I was used to getting looks from people, but thankfully no one here knew me so I was safe from the disapproving glares. My mom knew, though, because stuff like that gets around way too easily. I think it started because either someone saw us kissing after school or they just assumed based on how much time we spent together. However it became common knowledge, it did. We knew it before everyone else did, though. When we were kids, we already knew it. We liked to call it our only victory. Still, I got the distinct feeling that even my mother didn’t really approve no matter how many times she said she didn’t care. It was kind of depressing, actually, that no one really approved. We hoped our place would be okay about it, but we knew now that the same people here live there, and that it’s not really any different except from the obvious geographical and chemical differences between the two spheres humans call home. I didn’t notice that I got lost in thought, in anticipation and excitement, moving automatically, following my mother, until we were already aboard the shuttle, strapping ourselves in for the worst part: leaving the atmosphere. We’d be able to free ourselves from those heavy-duty seatbelts once we were mostly out of Earth’s gravitational pull and enjoy the commodities of the modern-day space shuttle: electricity in abundance, internet, however weak the signal, and a small restaurant which could bring room service to our little cabin. I really wanted to try the toothpaste stuff. Well, it’s not really toothpaste; it’s more like a meal in a toothpaste tube, with the consistency of toothpaste. Technically, it wasn’t all the restaurant offered, but it was a neat little novelty that they served as a callback to what the pioneers of space ate, and I thought that was pretty neat. I had to admit: liftoff was actually a lot worse than I thought it would be. Imagine being strapped to the floor, and then having a six ton elephant dropped on your chest. I wish I had listened to Lexi and been prepared for that, but no, I thought I was strong and that it wouldn’t be so bad. My own damn fault. It took a lot out of me. My mom was ready for it because she’d received training for that kind of stuff, but I felt like I just got hit in the chest with a sledgehammer except it was constant instead of one quick hit. After we were out of the worst part of Earth’s gravity and could move freely about the shuttle (I don’t know why I was expecting there to be some sort of psuedogravity thing going on so that we could just walk around. That’s just science fiction, and in reality we just kind of floated around.), Mom decided she wanted to go look around and talk to people, but I stayed in the cabin and strapped myself into the bed in the wall, both excited and nervous at the same time, but I had no idea of why I was nervous. ------------------ “Who’s she?” I asked, looking at Lexi from across the room as some girl stands next to her, Lexi’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. My voice sounded really interrogative, like I was questioning someone who had just been charged with murder. “What, did you expect me not to move on?” she replied, her voice lofty and arrogant, the same expression of contempt on her face as the girl she was holding. “I have needs and you couldn’t satisfy them anymore and I didn’t feel like waiting.” The girl whose face I couldn’t quite see, whose face I knew to be more attractive than my own but was undefined, spoke up: “I guess it’s too bad, huh? Ha!” I felt so inferior, so useless, so used, so lost, so destroyed, so betrayed, so every other negative feeling you can think of. And then the two kissed, and I could tell the Lexi was enjoying it so much more than she ever enjoyed a kiss with me. Tears streamed down my face and I made no attempt to hide them. They stopped making out for a second and looked at me, laughing at me, like I was some kind of freak who didn’t understand anything and should be locked in a cage so that people could pass me by and laugh at me just the same way. I fell to my knees but didn’t feel a thing, and I fell forward, my hands covering my face, as they kept laughing. I woke up, and realized why I was anxious and scared, too. I was wrong about our place. It wasn’t a place where we could both be together without the ridicule, without the hate. It was competition that I could never outmatch. |
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| MasterRonin | Apr 9 2012, 11:57 PM Post #2 |
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I know this may be a lil late to comment on, but I must say; Your fan-fic is absolutely interesting! I am so fond of it. I hope it continues. |
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| Wallace | Apr 11 2012, 02:13 PM Post #3 |
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Break out the L-word. The other L-word.
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Well, it's not really a fan-fic, just a story I'm writing. That said, this chapter has been edited a lot since I posted this, and I need to update it soon, as well as put up Chapter 2 (which I'm almost done writing). But anyways, thanks. 
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