Chapter 1 Third Person Rewrite

Aviana

 

Aviana hadn’t even opened her eyes as she languidly started to stretch.  She thought it odd this weight pinning her to the bed.  She lifted one eyelid and then squinted at the vulgar sunshine. Her eyes adjusting to the intrusion, she finally opens her eyes.  Peering back at her was possibly the most stunning set of blue eyes the world had ever known. Deep sapphire blue was at the center and they faded to the soft sky blue on the edges. His face was framed by a strong jaw that was stunning. His sun-bleached hair made him look innocent.  Avi wandered, how was this god-like man allowed to walk with us mere mortals?

The bed adjusted on Avi’s other side. NO no, no, no. Wait. Not again. What are their names? Oh, Avi you don’t know their names, again? Yes again.  Nope not take that guilt trip. A deep baritone warmed her body. “Hey there you sexy thing.” She crooked her neck to look at the man behind her.  There had to be a sexy man attached to that voice.  If he wasn’t that voice may just be wasted.  Please, please, please be another god. When she met a pair of hazel eyes with golden flecks. She slowly perused this new body. Avi was happy with what she saw, black adjacent curly hair flopped into those hazel eyes. He was muscled and tan. He looked like he could be a Greek god.

Avi as about to speak when that velvety sound filled the again. “I am Jeremiah and that sexy beast is Alex.  We didn’t exchange names last night.” She looked at Jeremiah and thought, things could have been worse.  Here she was lying in bed with two of the sexiest god-like creatures on earth. “Hey, my name is Aviana.  Just call me Avi.” Maybe last night wasn’t all bad. No Avi this is always bad. Who does this? She looks between the two men taking up the remainder of the bed. She was certain this might be the best way to start the day.

“So, it was great to meet you, it has been fun.” Last night was flooding into her memory. Well this is awkward. This can’t keep happening. What is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? As she began to move, she felt an arm reach out. She was looking into those hazel eyes and a smooth grin that had his dimples in view. She couldn’t help but smile. Avi’s heart did a little stutter.  Jeremiah framed her face and brought her in for a forceful kiss. He consumed her.  She felt the lips of Alex on the back of her neck. Her head fell back on a moan.  Jeremiah came back in for a kiss.  It was deep, steamy and full of longing.  The question was clear, Are we doing this again? Well Avi, In for a penny in for a pound. She reached for Jeremiah’s neck and down the rabbit hole.

 

 

Hannah

Hannah was waiting at the window again. She was separated from Avi at some point last night. Hannah was worried as she paced in front of the window. She worried about her best friend.  Avi had been with her since they were eight. Avi brought joy and chaos into a room. People either hated or loved my favorite person. Hannah thought about all the times she waited for Avi. It was so hard to love her. Worrying was part of loving her.  People have come and gone from her life, it is hard to stay. Hannah looked down at her phone and realized it was time to reach out and make sure Avi was okay.

 

Hannah-Where are you? I am getting really worried. It is past 9 and class starts at 10.  I searched the house and you are no where to be found. 

 

Common Avi. You need to be home.  Hannah continues to pace. Is it possible to worry a hole into hardwood.

 

Hannah-Avi, I am not humored.  Where are you?  Do I need to contact your dad?  You have 10 mins.

 

Her worry continued to grow.  One of these days, she is going to get into trouble that we can’t help with.

 

Avi-On my way Hans. I just had a fantastic time. It was two for the price of one.  I enjoyed the play.  Be home in 10 mins.

 

Hannah knew that Avi was going to fall once she got home. She always did. It was so easy and so hard to love Avi.  Hannah was sure she had never known a friend to love as fiercely as Avi. Her love was intense, hard to handle and impossible for Hannah to walk away from no matter the amount of crazy that seemed to come with it.

 

Aviana

 

The smell in Aviana’s car was one that you could just call shame.  It was a mix of Jeremiah, Alex, Avi, sex and a slurry of bodily fluids. The feeling was so good until Avi was alone.  She now knew it for what it was another way she was disappointing her friends and family.  Her parents were so happy to have Hannah at the same school.  She knew that they believed that Hannah would help keep her in check. Avi had turned wild at the age of 15. Hannah kept by her side.  She was so good to her.  Avi was certain that Hans was regretting going to the same college.  Hans was always babysitting Avi. She had to stay up late nights and sleep was rare for Avi’s best friend. Avi knew that she was luckier than most in the friend department. Avi hoped that all her antics wouldn’t chase Hans away.  It would kill her.

 

Avi screeched to a halt, jumped out of the car and streaked into the house. “Hey, Hans, I am here.  Taking a showing and will be out shortly.”

 

Avi hear a solid, “Yeah, Yeah.” She loved Hannah.

 

Avi stepped into her shower. Warm water ran down her head and down her long dark hair. She loved the feel of hands rough in her hair. Avi looked back on the night. Her body was sore.  The shame came and went. Right now as her scalp still felt the tingle from this morning, she was overwhelmed by the shame. Avi knew she was a disappointment when the voices in her head got any amount of silence. She shifted her back to the still cold tile. Leaning her head back unable to hold back the tears. She had the shame inducing offending clothes right out of the open shower door. As the water continued to flow she prayed that the shame would finally wash away.  How many times will you let this happen, Avi?  She picked up her head knowing that classes would be starting.  She turned off the water and stepped onto the floor.  Grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a quick ponytail in her hair and she was ready to go. Stepping back into her room, she saw Hannah on her bed books on her lap.

 

Hannah

 

Hannah looked up as Avi stepped into the room. “So, do you want to talk about it?” Hannah softly queried.

 

“You don’t want to be late to class, Hans.” Avi was clearly annoyed Hannah knew that she was fussy because of last night.  Hannah hated seeing her this way.  There were times she felt like Avi’s enabler. Hannah knew Avi was no drug addict at times she did wonder if Avi was a sex addict.

 

“We have to talk about this, Avi. You know that you are destroying yourself.  I see the tear stains. The shower doesn’t cover that. I love you. I want to help.  Nothing you do will make me leave.  We have been Havi since grade school.” Hannah lifted her pinky finger and Avi accepted.

 

“Havi for life girl. I am not ready to talk it out yet. It is always so amazing in when it happens. It is new and amazing.  I try new things. I only want more. Then I am alone, and my surroundings are empty, and my head gets full.  Let’s get going. We have art appreciation in less than an hour.”

 

 

Chapter 1 complete

Slowly stirring she opens each eye in a leisurely fashion. Slowly exposing her hazel with bright green fleets. Her toned, tanned harms stretch above her head. While noticing her naked body, the weight draped across her becomes apparent. Where am I? The furnishings are sparse. Definitely a college guys place.

As the memories from the night before flood her. A voice breaks through the noise clambering through her head. “Hey there sexy lady, ” the velvety baritone voice mutters. Crap. Crap. Crap. What is his name? I can’t even blame alcohol this time. How did I manage to do this again? Yes again! Don’t judge me! I pursue the sexy man beside me. Clearly, he cares about the way he looks. The tall man beside her is chiseled. His skin is is light next to mine. Wow than man is yummy.

Realizing that there is another body in the bed. Reminder to self, always ask for names. So much less embarrassing. Finally able to speak, “This might sound silly but what are your names? I am Serena. I am pretty sure we didn’t exchange names.” A pair of piercing blue eyes and a wide smile that brings out one adorable dimple. “I am Alex and he is Jeremiah. No we didn’t exchange names Serena.” Still looking at those enchanting eyes. Yep. I know how I ended up here. His shaggy dirty blonde hair catches my attention. I lift my hand to run my finger through his lovely locks. By the look he is giving me, it is clear he isn’t sure what to make of me. Who does this?  A little unnerved by his focus.

Turning my head I take in Jeremiah. I languidly take in his body. Delicious! No no, Serena! It is always and I mean always bad to wake up with two naked men you don’t know. I didn’t remember their names. I am going to hell, I want a repeat of last night. Jeremiah is opposite from hunky Alex. Jeremiah has black adjacent hair with curls. His darker skin looks sun kissed. His eyes are the darkest brown I have ever seen. His curls fall on his forehead as he shifts his face to me. Once we meet eyes his precarious smile breaks through.

These two are a dangerous duo. My heart flutters looking in Jeremiah’s eyes. He is breathtaking. I look back to Alex,”Well fellas, I am happy to finally be properly introduced.” Well this is awkward! I have got to stop this. So what is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? Whatever this is, I am going with it.

Just as I am about to stumble of the bed with my feet wrapped in the sheets, strong arms wrap around me. Graceful.  I am pulled back in by the tall man that was sitting next to me by the name of Alex. I wind up facing Jeremiah and getting spooned by Alex who is now nibbling my neck. A giggle leaves my lips and chills are running down my spine in anticipation. Jeremiah has pulled in for a deep and steamy kiss and this will be round four. The memories from last night are giving me hope for the next few…we’ll however long it takes. In for a penny in for a pound. Truly if there have already been three rounds, does four really make a difference? Shame is the last thing on my mind. As I dive into a kiss that was hard and passion filled with sexy Jeremiah. Soon she was drowning in the caress of two men. What a way to start the day.

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I can smell the shame on me. This always happens as I come home. Looking in the mirror not sure of who is looking back at me.  How do I always do this?  Not sure how she made every bad decision possible.  She stripped down and climbed in the shower. Like always I don’t know who the person is in the mirror. Stripped naked of the offending clothes they lay in a pile at my feet. I reach for the door to make sure it is locked. I step into the shower before I let the tears fall. Hoping that the water will wash away last

night and the early day. The tile is still cold as I brace my arm against it. I pluck my head against my arm and let the tears stream. How many times? Allowing myself to wallow for only a little.

Pulling on my jeans and hoody for the day, I bolt to the car keys in hand, picking up a granola bar and a soda along the way. The backpack is full and in the car. I have to pick up Hannah and I need to fly if we are going to make it to Econ 200 on time.

Me-Hey, on my way.

Hannah-Where did you go last night?

Me-….

Hannah-Do I even want to know?

Me-Probably not. We can talk once I pick you up for class.

“Hannah, you gotta hurry. We are gonna be late,” I bellow as she comes running to the car. “Thanks for the ride. My mom’s car gets out of the shop tomorrow.” Making our way to campus in a rush, I tell Hannah all there is to know about the Jeremiah and Alex situation. “Seriously,” she sighs, “how do you have all this energy after hardly any sleep? I’d be a wreck after four hours of sleep.” I am sure this week I have only slept 10 hours and today is Thursday.

Hannah rolls her eyes as we reach the school parking lot.  “Rena, I worry about you.  One of these days you are gonna go home with the wrong guy.  You might really get hurt. Just think about it next time. Cause if there is anything I know about you, it is that there will be a next time.” I give her the look that says I hear you.  Go I love my best friend. We walk to class and take a seat. Time to get into some Economics.  Finals are next week.

Ah, supply side shift and how it changes consumer behavior. If that doesn’t sound fun then the graph that goes with it will have you clawing your eyes. Sitting three rows back and 5 chairs in I try to pay attention. Last night no longer weighs heavy on my heart, it is giving fuel to my mind. In the front row sits Ryan. Black as night tresses fall into his eyes. The beautiful curls have me imagining my hands running through them.

I lick the curve of his tribal tattoo as I slowly make my way back to his mouth. Grabbing his hair I tug it back. Searching his emerald eyes for his permission. I dive to his lips and slowly line the luscious lips with my tongue. His lips part making way as I plunge in for a deep, hard, hurried kiss. His eyes open wide and his arms wrap around me pulling me in.

Pushing him on his back, my legs cross over him. I straddle him on the floor. Removing his grey t-shirt to gain better access to his muscled body, I rub my hands across his rippling chest. I lower myself into his neck and I smell his scent. His tanned body is calling me like a siren. So I slowly look down his chest. I reach for his belt and unfasten the clasp.

“Serena, where did you go?” Hannah implores. “Class is over, get your stuff.” I shake my head to get the vision out of my head. “I was dreaming of Ryan over there,” I state as my haze starts lifting. “Oh my god, Rena! He has a girlfriend. Also weren’t you getting yourself into enough trouble last night?” Hannah contends. I am not really sure what her point is. I mean we were all adults. Plus who cares if they have girlfriends. Smugly I state, “His girlfriend can join us. She is hot too.” The disgusted look on Hannah tells me all I need to know.

“All right, so what are we up to tonight?” I ask. “Wow, just, wow, Rena. Aren’t you tired after last night? I can’t imagine you are ready for more tonight'” she shakes her head in disbelief. ” Tonight is pre-Friday, Hans. Or as you like to call it, Thursday. I have energy to spare. I can’t sleep. I neeeeed to get out. Come on, Hans! You know it will be fun,” pressing for a yes to a night of fun. “Fine, Rena! No ditching me this time. We go together and leave together. There is a party down fraternity row. We can check it out.” Hannah gives me the I am not joking if I get left again, I might actually kill you look. I have totally seen that look. Sad to say it comes out often. I am so lucky she is my best friend.

Mainly Manic 1.67

Ah, supply side shift and how it changes consumer behavior. If that doesn’t sound fun then the graph that goes with it will have you clawing your eyes. Sitting three rows back and 5 chairs in I try to pay attention. Last night no longer weighs heavy on my heart, it is giving fuel to my mind. In the front row sits Ryan. Black as night tresses fall into his eyes. The beautiful curls have me imagining my hands running through them.

I lick the curve of his tribal tattoo as I slowly make my way back to his mouth. Grabbing his hair I tug it back. Searching his emerald eyes for his permission. I dive to his lips and slowly line the luscious lips with my tongue. His lips part making way as I plunge in for a deep, hard, hurried kiss. His eyes open wide and his arms wrap around me pulling me in.

Pushing him on his back, my legs cross over him. I straddle him on the floor. Removing his grey t-shirt to gain better access to his muscled body, I rub my hands across his rippling chest. I lower myself into his neck and I smell his scent. His tanned body is calling me like a siren. So I slowly look down his chest. I reach for his belt and unfasten the clasp.

“Serena, where did you go?” Hannah implores. “Class is over, get your stuff.” I shake my head to get the vision out of my head. “I was dreaming of Ryan over there,” I state as my haze starts lifting. “Oh my god, Rena! He has a girlfriend. Also weren’t you getting yourself into enough trouble last night?” Hannah contends. I am not really sure what her point is. I mean we were all adults. Plus who cares if they have girlfriends. Smugly I state, “his girlfriend can join us. She is hot too.” The disgusted look on Hannah tells me all I need to know.

“All right, so what are we up to tonight?” I ask. “Wow, just, wow, Rena. Aren’t you tired after last night? I can’t imagine you are ready for more tonight'” she shakes her head in disbelief. ” tonight is almost Friday, Hans. Or as you like to call it, Thursday. I have energy to spare. I can’t sleep. I neeeeed to get out. Come on, Hans! You know it will be fun,” pressing for a yes to a night of fun. “Fine, Rena! No ditching me this time. We go together and leave together. There is a party down fraternity row. We can check it out.” Hannah gives me the I am not joking if I get left again, I might actually kill you look. I have totally seen that look. Sad to say it comes out often. I am so lucky she is my best friend. My only friend really.

Mainly Manic 1.33

I can smell the shame on me. Like always I don’t know who the person is in the mirror. Stripped naked of the offending clothes they lay in a pile at my feet. I reach for the door to make sure it is locked. I step into the shower before I let the tears fall. Hoping that the water will wash away last night and the early day. The tile is still cold as I brace my arm against it. I pluck my head against my arm and let the tears stream. How many times? Allowing myself to wallow for only a little.

Pulling on my jeans and hoody for the day, I bolt to the car keys in hand, picking up a granola bar and a soda along the way. The backpack is full and in the car. I have to pick up Hannah and I need to fly if we are going to make it to Econ 200 on time.

Me-Hey, on my way.

Hannah-Where did you go last night?

Me-….

Hannah-Do I even want to know?

Me-Probably not. We can talk once I pick you up for class.

“Hannah, you gotta hurry. We are gonna be late,” I bellow as she comes running to the car. “Thanks for the ride. My mom’s car gets out of the shop tomorrow.” Making our way to campus in a rush, I tell Hannah all there is to know about the Jeremiah and Alex situation. “Seriously,” she sighs,”how do you have all this energy after hardly any sleep? I’d be a wreck after four hours of sleep.” I am sure this week I have only slept 10 hours and today is Thursday.

Mainly Manic Chapter 1

Slowly stirring Serena opens each eye in a leisurely fashion. While stretching her arms, she notices a weight draped across her. As the memories from the night before surge through her mind. A voice breaks through the noise clambering through her head. “Hey there sexy lady, ” the velvety baritone voice mutters.

Crap. Crap. Crap. What is his name? Did I even get it? I can’t even blame alcohol this time. How did I manage to do this again? Yes again! Don’t judge me!

Now I realize as boy one moves, there is someone else in this bed. Oh great this is two names I don’t recall. Finally able to speak, “I know this is going to sound bad. What are your names?” I wince as I wait for the answer. The nearly blonde man with the fierce blue eyes that are studying me. Certain that he isn’t sure what to make of me. Who does this? A little unnerved by his focus, I turn my head to look at player number two.

As I languidly peruse the second naked male body in the bed, sexy man number one starts to speak. “Soooooo,” he begins, “I am Alex and he is Jeremiah.” Delicious! Maybe last night  so bad wasn’t so bad. No no, Serena! It is always and I mean always bad to wake up with two naked men you don’t know. I didn’t remember their names. I glance back over the man with black adjacent deep brown hair. The curls fall against his forehead. His eyes pop open and I see a beautiful hazel with gold flecks.

Jeremiah smiles and his deep dimples breakthrough. I notice the flutter in my heart as I focus on his strong face. I turn back to Alex, “So nice to meet you both again.” Well this is awkward! I have got to stop this. So what is the protocol for this? Do I do the walk of shame twice? Whatever this is I am going with it.

Just as I am about to stumble of the bed with my feet wrapped in the sheets, strong arms wrap around me. Graceful.  I am pulled back in by the tall man that was sitting next to me by the name of Alex. I wind up facing Jeremiah and getting spooned by Alex who is now nibbling my neck. Chills are running down my spine. Jeremiah has pulled in for a deep and steamy kiss and this will be round four. That memory of mine has finally come back. In for a penny in for a pound. Truly if there have already been three rounds, does four really make a difference?