Andy Mancini
06-14-2004, 02:00 AM
I have no idea if the story board is still just fanfiction or not, so I'll give this a shot. Although it's a love story, some might be find it to be a tad offensive, what with it being a political hot-button and all. There's a little rant that goes with this story, but I'll post it at the end, as I don't want to ruin the surprise.
"I don’t believe it,” Sue said, slowly awaking from deep, restful sleep only to find that her partner was missing in action. For a moment, she decided to ignore it, to let it pass by her like so many other things in her life, but she ultimately decided against it. There was just something about that moment that told the teenager she had to talk to her other, and fast. “Out of all of people that I could have fallen for, I had to have picked a nocturnal one,” she mumbled as she pulled her limp, napping body out of the protective cocoon that was made from her mother’s favorite quilt and into her old purple robe. “I swear. At least the other guy could actually sleep during the night.”
It had been three months since Sue’s new flame moved in with the pile of misfits and outcasts that Sue called her family. Although both Sue and her new mate felt at the time that Allen’s, the unofficial father of their unique family unit, idea of her moving in was rushing things a bit, in hindsight, it was the best thing for the new couple. Her new other's laid back demeanor and carefree attitude was just the kind thing that Sue needed to help keep her from worrying too much about things she had no control over, and Sue’s passion of over thinking things kept her partner's mind sharp. In all, they were the perfect pair – except when it came to sleeping. Sue liked to go to bed at Allen’s recommended bedtime of eleven o’clock and sleep the whole night while her lover, on the other hand, was against the whole “sleeping thing” entirely. Her new other would often stay awake until four on five in the morning, doing nothing more than lightly sketching in a notebook. “Why must this always go on,” Sue thought as she quietly made her way from their room to her other’s studio, a personal refuge that Sue herself had once called home. As Sue opened the door, she saw her lover sitting in front of the giant wall of glass that once had held so much appeal, a pencil in one hand and a sketchpad in the other. “Hey, why don’t you sketch the bed? It’s three in the morning, and it’s getting lonely.”
“I think I’d rather not,” her partner shot back as she continued working on her picture. “The moon is providing all of the light that I need and on top of that, I can’t pass this scene up,” Ally whispered, pointing to the sight of a doe and her fawn quietly grazing in the field in front of them. “I’m sorry, but I need to get this.”
“No, you need to come to bed,” replied Sue, who by this point was standing right behind her girlfriend, putting her hands on her lover's shoulders. “You always do this. You go to bed at four in the morning, and don’t wake up until one in the afternoon. Does every artist do this?”
“Yes, except for the ones that do heroin. Well, at least you know that I don’t do heroin, right?” She chuckled, making Sue laugh quietly to herself. Try as she might, there was no possible way for her to stay mad at Ally, and she knew it. “Is there anything else on your mind, love?”
“Yeah… But I don’t know if you feel like talking about it,” she said tentatively, causing Ally to sigh loudly. “Yes, I mean ‘that’. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t. I don’t care. Really, I don’t.” Ally simply turned her head and smiled meekly; forcing Sue to sit on the filthy, paint stained carpet beside her.
“That’s all right Sue. We need to talk about it some time, so why not now? I told my mother about us yesterday, how I left my loft apartment in the big city in order to live you and your family in the country. It… It…” Ally could not say anymore. It was just too much for her to bear. She dropped her pad and started weeping against her lover’s head. “She called me a whore, Sue! She called me a whore! She said that only whores would degrade themselves by letting their lives get manipulated by a person of the same gender. She said that all that I was doing was making God angry and her look bad. I… I… We’ve been together for two months, and we… I just…” Sue just smiled as she handed her other a tissue she had in her robe for just such an occasion.
“Don’t worry about it Ally. This kind of thing has been going since the beginning of time. ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s too poor.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because she’s too ugly.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s a foreigner.’ There is really no difference between that old-timey stuff and now in the grand scheme of things,” she said calmly, as both women stood to face each other.
“I don’t know. I just have the feeling that some will think that we’re out to prove some point.”
“And when we did we start to care about what everyone else thinks,” said Sue as she hugged her partner. At that moment, the world seemed to stop for the young couple. There was no crying, no laughing, no noise of any kind. There was only the couple, happy that they found each other so early in life and Allen, who was playing paparazzi in the doorway with his instant camera. They stayed this way for what seemed to be an eternity, until Sue noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Look.” Sue said, pointing at the window, “Your perfect scene is leaving.” Just then, Ally noticed something hanging on the door. It was a picture of the tender moment that the couple shared just a few seconds before, and this note:
To Ally:
Here is another one of those “perfect moments” you have been searching for. Please do it justice, as I won’t accept anything less.
To Sue:
It warms my heart to see you so happy. I overheard your little speech there, and you’re right. Just do what makes you happy and if starts to bug us, we’ll let you know.
To All:
GO TO BED.
Love,
Allen
“Well, it’s hard to ignore that kind of order,” Ally laughed. Sue just nodded her head in agreement.
“So brings the end of one day, and the beginning of another.” With that, the young couple left the room to rejoin the land of sleep and dreams, knowing deep down that there were many wonderful nights to follow.
Surprised? Yeah, I know a little "love scene" about lesbians was the last thing you expected from an self-professed conservative Republican, but still. This story actually began its life as the epilouge to a much longer story. It was turned into a free-standing tale when I discovered that I needed a short story for my Advanced Writing final last semester. Overall, I like the way it turned out, although I prefer the original, 24 page behemoth to this. Both the title and the story itself was inspired by the song "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King Harvest, one of my favorite songs. To put it quite simply, this is the scene I see in my head when I play the song.
"I don’t believe it,” Sue said, slowly awaking from deep, restful sleep only to find that her partner was missing in action. For a moment, she decided to ignore it, to let it pass by her like so many other things in her life, but she ultimately decided against it. There was just something about that moment that told the teenager she had to talk to her other, and fast. “Out of all of people that I could have fallen for, I had to have picked a nocturnal one,” she mumbled as she pulled her limp, napping body out of the protective cocoon that was made from her mother’s favorite quilt and into her old purple robe. “I swear. At least the other guy could actually sleep during the night.”
It had been three months since Sue’s new flame moved in with the pile of misfits and outcasts that Sue called her family. Although both Sue and her new mate felt at the time that Allen’s, the unofficial father of their unique family unit, idea of her moving in was rushing things a bit, in hindsight, it was the best thing for the new couple. Her new other's laid back demeanor and carefree attitude was just the kind thing that Sue needed to help keep her from worrying too much about things she had no control over, and Sue’s passion of over thinking things kept her partner's mind sharp. In all, they were the perfect pair – except when it came to sleeping. Sue liked to go to bed at Allen’s recommended bedtime of eleven o’clock and sleep the whole night while her lover, on the other hand, was against the whole “sleeping thing” entirely. Her new other would often stay awake until four on five in the morning, doing nothing more than lightly sketching in a notebook. “Why must this always go on,” Sue thought as she quietly made her way from their room to her other’s studio, a personal refuge that Sue herself had once called home. As Sue opened the door, she saw her lover sitting in front of the giant wall of glass that once had held so much appeal, a pencil in one hand and a sketchpad in the other. “Hey, why don’t you sketch the bed? It’s three in the morning, and it’s getting lonely.”
“I think I’d rather not,” her partner shot back as she continued working on her picture. “The moon is providing all of the light that I need and on top of that, I can’t pass this scene up,” Ally whispered, pointing to the sight of a doe and her fawn quietly grazing in the field in front of them. “I’m sorry, but I need to get this.”
“No, you need to come to bed,” replied Sue, who by this point was standing right behind her girlfriend, putting her hands on her lover's shoulders. “You always do this. You go to bed at four in the morning, and don’t wake up until one in the afternoon. Does every artist do this?”
“Yes, except for the ones that do heroin. Well, at least you know that I don’t do heroin, right?” She chuckled, making Sue laugh quietly to herself. Try as she might, there was no possible way for her to stay mad at Ally, and she knew it. “Is there anything else on your mind, love?”
“Yeah… But I don’t know if you feel like talking about it,” she said tentatively, causing Ally to sigh loudly. “Yes, I mean ‘that’. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t. I don’t care. Really, I don’t.” Ally simply turned her head and smiled meekly; forcing Sue to sit on the filthy, paint stained carpet beside her.
“That’s all right Sue. We need to talk about it some time, so why not now? I told my mother about us yesterday, how I left my loft apartment in the big city in order to live you and your family in the country. It… It…” Ally could not say anymore. It was just too much for her to bear. She dropped her pad and started weeping against her lover’s head. “She called me a whore, Sue! She called me a whore! She said that only whores would degrade themselves by letting their lives get manipulated by a person of the same gender. She said that all that I was doing was making God angry and her look bad. I… I… We’ve been together for two months, and we… I just…” Sue just smiled as she handed her other a tissue she had in her robe for just such an occasion.
“Don’t worry about it Ally. This kind of thing has been going since the beginning of time. ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s too poor.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because she’s too ugly.’ ‘I won’t let you marry blank because he’s a foreigner.’ There is really no difference between that old-timey stuff and now in the grand scheme of things,” she said calmly, as both women stood to face each other.
“I don’t know. I just have the feeling that some will think that we’re out to prove some point.”
“And when we did we start to care about what everyone else thinks,” said Sue as she hugged her partner. At that moment, the world seemed to stop for the young couple. There was no crying, no laughing, no noise of any kind. There was only the couple, happy that they found each other so early in life and Allen, who was playing paparazzi in the doorway with his instant camera. They stayed this way for what seemed to be an eternity, until Sue noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Look.” Sue said, pointing at the window, “Your perfect scene is leaving.” Just then, Ally noticed something hanging on the door. It was a picture of the tender moment that the couple shared just a few seconds before, and this note:
To Ally:
Here is another one of those “perfect moments” you have been searching for. Please do it justice, as I won’t accept anything less.
To Sue:
It warms my heart to see you so happy. I overheard your little speech there, and you’re right. Just do what makes you happy and if starts to bug us, we’ll let you know.
To All:
GO TO BED.
Love,
Allen
“Well, it’s hard to ignore that kind of order,” Ally laughed. Sue just nodded her head in agreement.
“So brings the end of one day, and the beginning of another.” With that, the young couple left the room to rejoin the land of sleep and dreams, knowing deep down that there were many wonderful nights to follow.
Surprised? Yeah, I know a little "love scene" about lesbians was the last thing you expected from an self-professed conservative Republican, but still. This story actually began its life as the epilouge to a much longer story. It was turned into a free-standing tale when I discovered that I needed a short story for my Advanced Writing final last semester. Overall, I like the way it turned out, although I prefer the original, 24 page behemoth to this. Both the title and the story itself was inspired by the song "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King Harvest, one of my favorite songs. To put it quite simply, this is the scene I see in my head when I play the song.