Meet Me...Montana.
The Diary of Montana. Yeah that's me. Montana. I love writing, but I almost never finish anything I begin to write. It's like something goes wrong and my power switch flips to 'off.' Except when I write in my diary. When I pull my sleek purple book out from the bottom of my underwear drawer, it's like the feel of it in my hands gives me an energy charge, and my fingers itch to write.
I write everything in that purple book. Every emotion that jolts through me as my mother screams about my stupidity. Every emotion that steals my breath when Lance glances at me. And while this special book is purple....I really can't stand that color.
"Oh no not again Debbie. " I groan as she prances over to my seat in the library. The purple overalls she is wearing are hideous. I smirk at her. "Drop a can of paint in the ladies room?"I teased. The ladies room was also that horrendous color.
She fake glared at me." What are you working on?" She asked as she took a seat across the table from me.
"There is the story I've had an idea about writing for a long time...and I just can't make it flow yet." I propped my chin in my hand and leaned toward her. "Did you talk to Keaton?"
She grinned. I smiled to myself. It was about time they got their little lover's quarrel sorted out. "I asked him out and he said yes. We're going tomorrow night."
Wait. SHE asked HIM? I raised an eyebrow at her, but she looked happy so I left it alone. "Any plans today?"
"Hang out with you...if you're up to it..." she glanced at the paper in front of me. I sighed inwardly. I would never write something great but at least I would have friends.
"Sure. Let's go." She looked at me and then at the paper. Yeah. I meant it when I said I never finish anything. I wrinkled up the papers scattered all over the small table...and tossed them in the garbage can. "That can wait until I'm inspired," I grinned at her.
I shouldered my bookbag and glanced at the table across the room as I left with Debbie. Lance was sitting there, his nerdy reading glasses on, studying intently. A whisper and a poke shook me out of my quiet adoration. "Hey, come on. Stop gazing at that hunk." I almost choked on the laugh that tried to escape. My face turned red as held in my laugh. "What?!" Debbie rolled her eyes at me.
I laughed. "Nobody says "hunk" anymore!" She rolled her eyes as she swung open the library door. And I walked straight into a tall rock hard wall of muscle. I looked up and pushed my hair out of my face...and then I looked away again. How embarrassing.
