Intoxicated Consequences

Two hours later the party was still going. Annabelle’s mother glowing with attention was she made her way around the room again.  Annabelle watched her from the bar, a place she considered her new home for the rest of the night.  Her hand gripped onto the bar as she let her eyes travel across the crowd. She saw Eli and Elizabeth having an animated conversation on a couch in the corner, and Jack was floating from each group in the room like a butterfly. Annabelle used her hand to turn back to the bar.  Swaying a bit, she picked up her drink and chugged it down.  Without signaling to the bartender, he appeared to refill her glass. She thanked him, wondering how he got so blurry.

“How much have you had tonight? Five or six drinks?” a deep voice to her right asked.  Annabelle gripped her glass as she looked over, sighing at who she saw.

“What, counting my drinks now? Weren’t my sentences enough?”

Ethan rubbed his beard before leaning against the bar.  “Just making sure you are ok.”

“Why do you care?” Annabelle shot back taking a sip of her scotch.  Even she wasn’t sure what scotch she was on either.  She just knew it didn’t sting her throat.

“No one else is checking up on you.  Not like you are handling any of this well.” Ethan calmly said.  Annabelle looked over at him as he called over the bartender for a drink.

“Can I have two glasses of water please?”

“Thirsty?” Annabelle asked him as the bartender went to get the two drinks.

“One is for me, and one is for you. You are welcome.”

“I don’t want water. I got my water right here.”

“Scotch is not water. Believe me, in the morning when your head is ready to burst off your body, this water will be your saving grace.” Ethan shot back as the bartender dropped off the two glasses of water. He slid one of the waters towards her and watched her closely. Annabelle stared at it for a minute before being interrupted by a laughing Ethan.


“You just looked at that water like it was the devil and you were an angel,” Ethan said through his laughter. Annabelle stuck her tongue out at him before grabbing her scotch to take another sip. Ethan settled down and took a sip of his water. Both stood in silence as Ethan nonchalantly pushed the water towards Annabelle. Annabelle rolled her eyes and grabbed the water and took a sip.

“Happy?” She asked taking another sip, letting the cold-water smooth over her scotch ravaged throat.

“I’m jumping for joy over here.” He replied.

They both fell back into a comfortable silence as Ethan looked around the room. His eyes lingered on Jack and Elizabeth who have now found each other at one of the tables.  He made a humming noise before turning his attention back to Annabelle.

“You do look very lovely tonight.” He said to her.  The comment caught Annabelle off guard.

“You look nice too. Your bowtie is still crooked, though.” Annabelle told him as her eyes trailed down his body.  Ethan’s hands immediately went to his bowtie to fix it.

“I think I have an irregular neck.”

“We all have something irregular about us. I have one boob smaller than the other.” Annabelle announced taking another sip of her scotch.

Ethan stopped fidgeting with his bowtie in surprise. “That’s good to know.” He muttered trying to fight a smile.

Annabelle shrugged in response before downing the rest of the scotch in the glass.  The bartender came over and filled it back up.

“Hey, guys! Let’s do some shots!” Jack yelled as he made his way over towards Ethan and Annabelle. Elizabeth was in tow giggling in response.

“Shots!” Annabelle yelled turning towards Jack and Elizabeth. Ethan sighed in response.

“Bartender, four shots of tequila, por fovor,” Jack asked stepping in between Ethan and Annabelle. Elizabeth landed behind Annabelle giving her big hug from behind.

“Don’t you feel better now. I told you this would be fine.” Elizabeth said to Annabelle squeezing her tight.

“Alcohol makes everything fine,” Annabelle said back as Elizabeth hugged her tighter.

“Oh dear God,” Ethan said under his breath taking a big swig of his water.  Annabelle gave him a dirty look in response. He gave one right back.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s take a shot for the happy couple!” Jack announced when the bartender came back with four shots of tequila. Everyone straightened up and grabbed their tiny shot glasses. Ethan looked at Annabelle, motioning to the water. Annabelle pretended not to see him.

“Alright. Let their marriage but fun and full of adventures!” Jack exclaimed as they all clinked their glasses together. Annabelle rolled her eyes as she took the shot.

“That was awesome. Another one?” Jack asked putting the glass down. Before anyone could answer Jack was distracted. “Elizabeth! You have to meet my Uncle Frank. He just finished his graduate work. He could shed some light on your problem.”

“What problem?” Annabelle asked looking back at Elizabeth. She didn’t get an answer, though. Elizabeth had run off with Jack to talk to Uncle Frank. Ethan scooted down to get closer to Annabelle.

“Fun family fact. That isn’t his actual uncle. You draw your conclusions.” Ethan told her waving off the bartender who motioned to the shot glasses.  Annabelle watched the two of them as they talked to Uncle Frank. She felt herself get a little dizzy.

“How much did I miss being away for these last couple of weeks?” Annabelle asked aloud.  Ethan looked over at Jack and Elizabeth and then back to Annabelle.

“Everything. You missed everything. Regret not hanging out with us? Storming out?” Ethan asked her.

“Excuse me? I was blindsided.”

“True. You were. I don’t know why your mom handled things like that, but here we are. She is engaged to a great guy. Get used to it.” Ethan told her.

“I don’t know anything about Eli.” She retorted back, feeling herself getting worse.

“You could have if you stuck it out these past weeks,” Ethan told her grabbing his water.

Annabelle didn’t know what to say. She looked at the two drinks in front of her and grabbed the water.

“I wouldn’t have written it that way,” Annabelle muttered taking a swig of the water, hoping it would help with the dizziness.

“Are you a writer? I figured. You had all those books in your place.”

“Reading books means you are a writer now?”

“It is a natural conclusion,” Ethan said evenly watching Annabelle closely. “Are you ok. You are leaning a bit.”

The water hadn’t helped at all. She could feel herself getting worse, her stomach deciding to join the party. “I don’t feel well.”

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asked letting go of his drink. His green eyes looked her over as he reached over.  Annabelle felt weak.  She tried to stand up straight but only fell forward. Ethan grabbed her and tried to hold her up.

“Twice in one night. My knight in bearded armor.” Annabelle muttered.  Ethan huffed in response looking over at the bartender who had made his way back over.

“If anyone of those two come back and asks about us, tell them I escorted Annabelle upstairs. Ok?” Ethan told the bartender getting Annabelle upright.  He nodded as Ethan wrapped one arm around her waist and another around her shoulders. He slowly walked her out of the ballroom and towards the elevators.

“You might have to ditch the heels.” He said to her. Annabelle didn’t argue as she leaned on him to push her shoes off her feet. She wrapped an arm around his waist, and she reached down to pick them up.  The elevator doors opened, and Ethan walked them forward.

“You don’t happen to know what floor and room you are in,” Ethan asked as the doors closed. Annabelle, still leaning against him, wiggled her shoulder. Ethan looked over and saw the strap of her purse.

“Can I look through your purse?” He asked edging it off her shoulder. Annabelle nodded as he opened the purse. Her key card still in its little pouch with all the information he needed. “How lucky for me.”

“I’m an author. I don’t believe in luck. Just coincidence.” Annabelle muttered wrapping herself tighter around Ethan’s waist. The smell of his Old Spice cologne filling her nostrils. She felt her eyes start to close.

“You are a writer. What are you working on right now?” Ethan asked. Annabelle could feel the elevator start to travel upward.

“J.D. and Lena. Couple. They don’t do much but stare at each other right now.” Annabelle told him.

“Why are they just staring at each other right now?”

“I don’t know what to do with them. They almost kissed before I came down for the party. Almost like I left them suspended in mid-air.” Annabelle said sleepily, keeping her eyes closed.  The elevator doors opened, and Ethan gently shook her awake. As he dragged the two of them off the elevator and towards her room, a thought crossed her mind. “Why do you care about my writing?”

“I was trying to keep you awake by talking,” Ethan told her as they reached her room. He put the keycard into the slot throwing open the door.

“Didn’t leave the lights on?” Ethan asked his voice strained. Annabelle dropped her shoes in the hallway and detangled herself from Ethan throwing herself against the wall with the IPAD that controlled the room.

“I can do it.” She announced grabbing the Ipad and hitting it with force. Ethan stood there stunned as the lights turned off and on, Annabelle just pounding away.

“Alright, Alright, ALRIGHT,” Ethan yelled taking the Ipad away from her. “We don’t need your room to turn into a club. Just need the lights on.” He said, lowering his voice.  Annabelle used the wall to navigate down the hallway to the bedroom. Ethan put the Ipad back onto the wall, shut the door and followed.

Annabelle had taken two tentative steps towards her bed before she belly flopped onto it. Her laptop jumping in the air at her presence. Ethan hesitantly walked in after her.

“Are you ok?” Ethan asked edging his way towards the bed. Annabelle picked her head up and turned to look at her laptop, which landed near her hip. She wiggled backward so she could grab the laptop and pull it up against her chest. Ethan watched his lips curving into an amused smile.

“I should write this down,” Annabelle said opening the laptop and pressing her hands onto the keys.

Lena pushed forward captured her lips against his. She sighed and pushed harder.  Pushy harder. Harder pushed. Ouch. OUCH. What will happen next? Even I dohn’t know. What am I doing? Who am I? What am I………………………..

Annabelle had fallen asleep on the computer keys a long strand of periods growing on the blank word document. Ethan sighed and walked over to where she fell asleep. Crouching down he watched her for a moment before gently pulling the laptop away from her head. He closed the laptop and stood up. He placed the laptop and purse onto the right chair. He walked over to the bedside table and left her keycard. He grabbed the notepad and pen that rested there and bent down to write her a note. He smiled as he heard her start to snore.  He finished his note and walked over to the mini bar hidden in a chest of drawers to grab her water. Placing it on the bedside table next to the note he watched her for a bit before making his way out of the room, making sure the door securely locked itself.

“Goodnight dear author.”


It was the cold light of day that woke Annabelle up.  The sunlight traveled across her room to land right onto her face blinding her as she opened her eyes.

“Oh god. No. Stop.” Annabelle moaned as she buried her head into the covers of the bed.

“I think she is awake.”

“I told you we were making too much noise.”

“No, we weren’t. We are perfectly quiet.”

“Except for the talking part.”

“Well, doesn’t matter now. She is awake.”

Annabelle moaned and wondered when she put the television on.  She didn’t remember much past that shot she took with everyone.  The world went black after that.

Annabelle slowly lifted her head letting her eyes adjust to the sun. Spreading out she stretched her body before forcing herself to sit up.

“Good morning! Can I have these shoes I found in the hallway?”

Annabelle froze as she saw two people sitting in the two chairs at the end of her bed.

“Well? Can I?” A women’s voice asked turning her head towards her.

“I don’t think you can just take someone’s shoes, Lena.” A male voice said turning towards Annabelle too.

“There is no harm in asking. Not like she is using them now J.D.”

Annabelle dumbly stared at the two of them.

“Well?” Lena asked pointing to the shoes in the hallway.

Annabelle looked between the two of them being opening her mouth to scream in their face.


Devil with a Purple Dress

Lena walked towards the door, her hands reaching out for the handle. She held it over the cool metal for a minute, gearing herself up for the conversation she was about to have. She took a deep breath and threw the door open.

“Hey! What’s up?” Lena asked, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

“Hey? You texted me?” J.D. asked holding his phone up to show Lena.

“Yes! Come on in.” She said cheerfully moving out of the way.  J.D. looked around cautiously before moving into the apartment.

“Are you still not talking to me?” Elizabeth asked as she checked her lipstick in the camera on her phone.

Annabelle stuck out her tongue in response before turning back to the story on her laptop.  She poised her fingers back over the keys waiting for inspiration to come back. After a minute she sat back and turned her head towards the window of the town car.

“That’s mature.” Elizabeth drawled as her phone clicked off.

Annabelle didn’t respond. Being rushed out the house with very little packed didn’t put her into the most jovial of moods.   Then again, one could argue that is her fault. Hiding under the covers and telling Elizabeth to leave a message didn’t seem to work. Now she was stuck in a town car on her way to her relatives and The Plaza Hotel.

“This would have been easier if you just called your mother back,” Elizabeth commented to Annabelle.

Annabelle turned her head back to the computer, staring at that blinking cursor.  A little notice in the right-hand corner told her she had ten minutes before the computer shut down on her completely. She sighed and slammed the laptop shut.

“You don’t think I know that?” She replied.

“I know. What is making you act like this?” Elizabeth asked dropping her phone into her purse.

“I’m not over dad.”

“Obviously. Such a daddy’s girl.”  Elizabeth teased hoping to get a smile out of her.

“It just feels too soon,” Annabelle replied letting her index finger on her right hand outline the top of her computer.  Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond when her purse vibrated. She paused and grabbed her phone out of her purse.

“You have been talking to someone a lot today.” Annabelle drawled, looking up from her computer.

Elizabeth typed quickly on her phone. “I’m talking to a combination of your mother, my mother, and Jack.”

Annabelle sat straight up in her seat. “Jack? You have Jack’s number?” She squeaked.

“We have been in contact. Since you wouldn’t answer anyone, I’ve been your go-between. You owe me some hazard pay. Jack is, um, unique.” Elizabeth commented.

“He is a nice guy.” Annabelle weakly said letting her eyes fall to her computer again.

Elizabeth went quiet for a moment as she finished typing. “I let them know that the two of us are five minutes out.”


“Jack and Ethan.”

“Ethan is still here?” Annabelle asked.

“Yeah. He is Jack’s best friend. He is practically a groomsman at this point.” Elizabeth said throwing her phone into her purse. “Ah, I believe we are here.”

Annabelle looked up and over at the opposite window. The car slowly made its way down the short street towards the front of the Plaza Hotel. Annabelle’s eyes traveled over the lush red carpet and black and gold doors that lead to reception.  The car stopped, and a well-dressed bellman opened Elizabeth’s door.

Annabelle considered pushing her friend out the car and locking herself in but quickly determined that too childish, even for her. Putting her computer into her single bag, she followed Elizabeth out of the car. A cold wind whipped her hair around as she looked around. The cold gum splattered concrete glowed against the warm colors of plush red carpet and shining gold fixtures that surrounded the door. She turned towards the foundation across the street that had seen better days but stood as a testament to what came before.  Annabelle watched as tourists with their cameras took selfies nearby trying to get the huge Apple logo that gleamed beyond the foundation into the shot. Another testament to how fast things change.

“Annabelle? Earth to Annabelle.” Elizabeth yelled from the stairs that lead to the front doors of the hotel.  Annabelle turned back and noticed Elizabeth waving her on.

“Coming. I’m coming.” Annabelle replied, taking her time walking up the stairs towards the lobby.


Annabelle followed the bellman around her room like she hadn’t been there before. She was shown the IPad to control the lights, heating and other electronics in the room. She was shown the bathroom and all it entails. Then the bedroom where they dropped off the hastily packed bag and dress bag that hung in the closet off to the side.  She walked the bellman back to the door passing his tip into his gloved hand with a smile. He smiled back and shut the door behind him.

“Well, here we are,” Annabelle said out loud. Didn’t expect a response seeing as she was alone.  She made her way down the hallway towards the bedroom making a sharp right towards the closet. Opening it, she grabbed the dress bag and swiftly threw it across the bed.  Without even looking at what was inside she walked away, flopping onto one of the two chairs that flanked the front of the bed.  She bit her lip and turned her head back towards the bed. She stilled for a moment before getting back up she walked with purpose towards the bag, reaching for the zipper.  She slowly let her fingers glide the zipper down the track, small bursts of purple peering from beyond the brown bag. Annabelle let go of the zipper and pushed the brown bag away to get a better look at the dress she had to wear tonight.

Her ringing cell phone broke the silence. Annabelle let go of the brown bag and shuffled over to her purse pulling out her cell phone. She sighed and put the phone to her ear. “Hi, Mom.”

“Wow. I didn’t even know you could speak. This is truly a great day.” Her mother droned into the phone.

“Funny. I’m here. Isn’t that what is required of me?” Annabelle said walking back over to her dress on the bed. “I assume you picked the dress for tonight. Purple. Always purple.”

“Purple is your color honey, and I already knew you were here. Elizabeth’s mom texted me.”

“Oh great. I got minders now. I wonder if this is what it is like being in the Trump family?”

“Annabelle. That’s not nice. You know damn well that we acknowledge our crazy.” Her mother said with a hint of a smile in her voice. Annabelle sighed. “I just wanted to make sure that you knew all the details for tonight.”

Annabelle made a noncommittal noise.

“I will take that as a no. You are to be expected at 6 pm in the Terrace Room.  I assume Elizabeth will make sure of that. Please wear the dress I got you. Purple is very much your color. I want you to look good. You are representing our family.” Sarah said forcefully through the phone.

Annabelle gave a tight smile. “Can’t wait to represent the family. See you at 6 pm.” Annabelle clicked the phone off tossing it next to the dress on the bed. She stared down at the phone before she reached down for her bag that rested just below the bed on the floor. She pulled out her computer letting the bag fall to the floor. Walking back towards the one chair, she sat down and sat the computer down onto her lap.  Opening the computer open she was presented with the blinking cursor once again. She poised her fingers over the home keys and waited for inspiration to strike.

Knock. Knock.

I wrote this quite a while ago. The grammar and syntax are a mess, but the sentiment is there. Check it out and tell me what you think!


Knock. Knock.

Annabelle stood in the hallway. Her fisted hand raised to the door.

Knock. Knock.

She never expected to be here. She did not think she would see this door again.

Knock. Knock.

Her pristine white dress dirtied on the bottom. Remnants of a run she never expected to make.

Knock. Knock.

She was always the good girl. She always did what was expected of her. Always got good grades. Got into the right college. Picked the right major. Found the proper boy with the proper family. She did everything she was taught right.

Knock. Knock.

Did she want him? Did she want James?

Knock. Knock.

Her head did. Her heart.

Knock. Knock.

He wasn’t him.

Knock. Knock.

He didn’t listen. He didn’t try to make her laugh when she was down. He didn’t care about her ridiculous theories on life. He didn’t even notice her faults. He never called her out. He never smiled at her the way he did. Like he knew all her secrets and still loved her.

Knock. Knock.

He wasn’t him.

Knock. Knock.

All he had to do was open the door.

Knock. Knock.

Answer her knock.

Knock. Knock.

A knock that would change everything.

Creak. Swoosh.

Cold air blasted her face as he came into view.

“Annabelle?” He asked surprised. His shirt unbuttoned and a tie in hand. She smiled and lowered her hand.

“Ethan.” She replied a smile growing on her face.  He smiled back and leaned against the doorframe.

“Shouldn’t you be married by now?” He asked her his eyes trailing down her body towards the muddy bottom of her wedding dress.

“I…I couldn’t do it. Not when you exist on this earth.”

Ethan snapped his eyes back up to her face. “Isn’t that a little dramatic?”

Annabelle sighed in response. “Only you could ruin a romantic moment such as this.”

“That is my best talent darling,” Ethan replied. “This is literally something out of one of your books.” He said to her pushing off the doorframe and throwing his tie around his neck.

“I don’t think Topanga or J.D. would have the nerve to do this.” Annabelle quickly grabbed onto Ethan’s tie and pulled him towards her. Her mouth inches away from his. She could feel his heart pounding and his breath hitch. “Can I…kiss you?” Annabelle whispered her eyes trained on Ethan’s mouth.

“I thought you would never ask,” Ethan whispered back. Annabelle licked her lips and tilted her head. She could smell his mint soap as she tentatively pressed her lips against his. She felt a spark go through her body. A spark she always wrote about but never felt. She felt his hands cup her face, his thumbs gently rubbing against her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. She let go of his tie, wrapped her hands around his waist, and pulled him closer. She could feel him groan and start to pull her through the door.

Creak. Slam.

He slammed the door with his foot. She broke the kiss and placed her forehead on his. She felt lightheaded.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” She said in a playful tone. He smiled as he let his hands brush down her arms. She shivered in response. “I ran. I couldn’t do it. Not while I knew you were here. You are my person Ethan.”

“Only you could quote a television show at this moment. You sure know how to ruin a romantic moment.” Ethan joked as he grabbed her hands. He moved his forehead away from hers and looked into her eyes. “Too bad the show sucks.”

“As usual you are wrong.” Annabelle shot back.

Ethan huffed in response. “Grey’s Anatomy is an overdramatic mess. I can prove this in four parts.” He told her a smirk on his face.

Annabelle smirked back as she pulled off his tie and let it drop to the floor between them. “Oh, this I have to hear.”

“Ok. Part one. No hospital would tolerate sex between employees,” Ethan said as he reached forward and took off her veil letting it fall to the floor, “there will be no sex in the champagne room my dear.”

“Right. I am sure that is not true. Part two?” Annabelle asked as she laid her hands on Ethan’s chest and slowly slid them up pushing off his shirt. He let it fall to the ground. She slid her hands up and around his neck resting her arms on his shoulders.

He coughed. “Part two. No way would so many people die in a short amount of time. I think in the time I watched this show with you at least a million couples were broken up by a crazy death.” Ethan told her grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

“It wasn’t a million couples. That show has been on for a long time but not enough for a million couples to die dramatically!” Annabelle argued as Ethan’s hands reached behind her for the zipper on her dress. She felt her body grow hot. Every nerve ending was on fire. He slowly pulled it down. She could feel his breath on her ear. Once the zipper was down the dress naturally, fell to the floor. She gasped at the feeling.

In her ear, she could hear him start to whisper into her ear. “Part three. Meredith and Derek have to be the worst type of couple.” Her breath hitched.

“Not cool. Meredith and Derek are the heart of the show.” Annabelle whispered back. She could feel her heart start to beat as she moved her arms and let her hands travel down to his belt buckle. She began to pull the leather strap out from the buckle when she felt his hand stop her. She moved back slightly to see his face.

“Are you sure?” He asked quietly. Annabelle smirked and pulled out the strap and pushed the post from the hole in the leather. She gripped the pants button and wet her lips. She slipped the button through the hole and slowly lowered the zipper. She moved her hands to his hips and looked up at him. His eyes were darker than before.

“What do you think?” Annabelle, mustering up all her bravery, asked him. Before she could pull down his pants, he grabbed her, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He walked them down the hall towards his bedroom. “I see someone has read my newest book.” Annabelle quipped as he walked them into his bedroom. A room she has been in many times but not in this position.

“Of course, I never miss an Annabelle Jones novel. Got to catch up on the adventures of J.D. and Lena.” He said back lightly smacking Annabelle’s butt. He placed her down in front of his bed. Annabelle laughed and smacked his chest in response.

“Real cute jackass,” Annabelle said to him with a wink. He laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. He ran his hands up her back and slowly lowered her backward onto the bed. He moved his lips to her neck, nipping at her heated skin.

“What about point four?” Annabelle asked running her hands up Ethan’s bareback. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her confused.

“Point four?” He asked breathlessly. Annabelle let out a chuckle.

“Point four of why Grey’s Anatomy sucks?” Annabelle said helpfully. Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck point four.” He replied.

“Speaking of fuck…” Annabelle started to say when Ethan’s lips on hers interrupted her train of thought. She let her hands glide down to his pants, pulling them down as far as she could. She started to pull down his boxers when a loud sound filled the room. They both stopped, frozen in place.

“It’s the phone,” Annabelle said to Ethan. They let it ring long enough to have the answering machine pickup. “Who still has an answering machine let alone a landline?” Annabelle teased as the message played.

“Says the woman who likes to write longhand on any type of paper she can get her hands on.” Ethan teased back.

“Ethan. It’s James. I was hoping I would catch you before you came to the church. Guess not. Annabelle is not coming. She left us all a note and ran. We are all looking for her. Call us back. I’m…we are really worried. Ok. Bye.”

The machine beeped at the end leaving a room louder than before.

“You were right. I write longhand on any piece of paper I can find.” Annabelle said in response trying to quiet all the loud silence. Ethan looked down at Annabelle before rolling over to lie next to her. They both laid there in complete silence. She heard Ethan sigh before seeing him run his hand over his face.

“Annabelle. What are we doing?” He asked.

Annabelle turned her head towards Ethan. “I don’t know. Actually. No. I do know what I am doing.” Annabelle sat up in the bed. “I was sitting there in the limo in front of the church. I was looking down at my hand. At the ring, James put on my hand a year ago, I felt this sense of dread. Like, if I went through with this wedding I would just be letting not only myself down but James too. I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew I was in love with you. It wouldn’t be fair to James. I hurt him enough by saying yes and planning a whole wedding with him.”

“Why did you say yes then?” Ethan asked his voice heavy with emotion.

“I thought I didn’t have a chance with you. I saw how happy you were with Victoria and I wanted you to be happy. Why should I ruin that?” Annabelle told him not sure how he was taking this new information. The information she kept secret for so long.

“You had to know. You had to know that I have been in love with you since you told me off in the Plaza lobby. I didn’t say anything after you got engaged because I thought it was what you wanted. I want you to be happy Annabelle.”

“I hated you in the plaza lobby that night. Only you could be turned on by someone yelling at you.” Annabelle told Ethan which got a smile out of him. “I fell in love with you when you started giving me answers in parts. It only happens when you are either very passionate about a topic or just trying to annoy me. It’s hot.”

“Figures. Only you would be turned on by someone trying to annoy you.” Ethan retorted. “We are some pair. We are in love with each other because of our worst qualities.”

“We just bring out the weird in each other. Is that such a bad thing?” Annabelle asked Ethan. He was quiet for a moment.

“No. I think we bring out the weird and the best in each other.” Ethan finally said. Annabelle smiled. He continued, “You should go and tell James in person that you can’t marry him. It is only fair to do it in person and not let the note do all the work.”

Annabelle looked over at him and saw him sigh. She moved back down the bed and swung her legs over his body, so she was straddling him.

“I agree. I should go to talk to James’ face to face. First things first, though.” Annabelle said before dipping down to kiss him. He kissed her back running his hands down her back to pull her closer. They pulled their lips apart, and Ethan pushed a stray hair behind Annabelle’s ear.

“I love you,” Ethan told her as he slowly ran his thumb across her cheek. Annabelle felt that spark again, but it was so much stronger now.

“I love you more.”

Why Do I Write?


I’m someone who loves to write. I know I’m not alone. I see constant blogs, tweets, and Facebook posts on the subject. Millions upon millions try to complete Nanowrimo each November in hopes to get a novel finished.  Lots of people talk about writing. Which made me wonder.

Why do I write?

Good question.

I was a shy kid. I’m still shy but not to the extent of my childhood. I spent a lot of time living in my mind. I would come up with these characters and slowly let their lives unfold in my subconscious. I’d let these characters play in my mind not even thinking of writing down their adventures.

You can blame Harriet the Spy for that. I remember my mom taking me to the movie. I remember reading the book more times that I could count. I wanted to be Harriet. So much so my dad created a ‘spy belt’ for me. I got my first spiral notebook and started writing down everything I saw. I went from that to writing my opinions on what I saw. Then it grew from there.  Soon those characters that lived in my head finally made it out onto paper.

When I became a teenager, it went from straight up characters to emotions I was feeling. I felt like I could communicate better on paper than in person then. If I felt upset or alone, I would drive into my work. My characters would be going through the same things I was. I would work out my emotions the only way I could or felt I could. Through writing.

Now, I’ve grown. I know how to communicate (I even have a master’s degree in it) but I still hold onto my writing. Whenever I feel alone, or I need to get something out, I write. I write about television. I write about writing. I try to write anywhere and any place. It isn’t always easy. I’ve had nasty writers block. I’ve had problems getting past the idea of failure. I’ve felt my ideas sucked so hard Dracula said, ‘enough.’

No matter what happens in my life, I know I will always have emotions that I have to work out. That is why I write. I love it, and it is like therapy. Therapy that I hope to share with others someday.

I told you why I write. From one writer to another, why do you write?

The Third Place


Welcome back to the randomness!

I have this weird obsession with overthinking every little thing. I know, shocker. I have started becoming obsessed with sitting in Starbucks. Almost everyone does it at some point in their lives. They sit there with computers, notebooks, books or their cell phones. No one looks nervous (usually) but in their own worlds. They are there to get out or they have nowhere else to go.

I’m not like those people. I want to sit in Starbucks. I think being able to watch people interact or just sit there could be a good way to spend the afternoon. I also could get some work done instead of being distracted by the television or my own thoughts.

Is it normal, though? Is it normal to go sit in a Starbucks for a few hours to work? I’ve seen people do it but is it weird. Should I even care what others think of me? I assume as long as a buy a drink or a snack every hour I would be golden with the staff.

This sounds ridiculous doesn’t it? Being obsessed with sitting in Starbucks and the societal pressures that go along with sitting in public.

Is writing in public considered bad now? Anytime I think about grabbing my notebook or computer to a Starbucks this particular scene from Family Guy pops into my head.

There is a great blog post called, Why So many People Write at Starbucks, that claims that sitting in Starbucks is a good  thing because it gives writers a new perspective. That coffee shop environment changes the way we work and write. While I agree I keep getting hung up on the public judgement of people that sit in a Starbucks.

What do you think? Tell me below or head on over to my twitter to tell me your thoughts.

Until next time, the randomness has ended. I hope you enjoyed.