"time to pretend"

very few of my friends know this, but i love to write. honestly, a lot of my friends dont really know me for the person i really am... just my personality. or, so it feels that way at times. theyre a lot of things that people dont know about me. it may be because i dont feel the need to share everything i am with people, or it could be pure fact that i dont know how to talk to people about my dreams and inhibitions. so... maybe its a good thing that i started this blog. you know, to get things of my chest and whatnot. 

on the drive home today i had a mer thought of a situation that has never happend as far as i know, but could. and, while i was in the car i created a story around that situation and how it became. the little scenes that i fabricated in my head gave me watery eyes because of that question, "what if... "  we go throughout of live asking that over and over again. i guess its like human nature or something, but you know you have asked it. anyways, the inspiration of the story came from a mgmt song, "time to pretend." i havent  wrote any of the story yet. so, ill be free writing it.  and, see if you think this could actually be a screen write. so, here it goes. [im just making up names on the top of my head]

["gerald" is a young proffesional who moved away for work. he comes home to be with his family and friends for the holidays. during is flight home he has flashbacks of his uptight childhood, his parents were very strict. such as playing with clay, paint or in the mud and his mother freaking out because of the mess his play time has made. he also has flash backs of his early teens and early twenties while he was still going to community college in his home town. the night life he got caught up in. the bmx sessions that his friends and himself had. basically, hes reminiscing his basic up bringing. while hes home he meets up with his friends that he had left behind to become a proffestional for a house party. its typical "virginia beach" house party, with a keg and bottles of liquor in the kitchen and loud music. while hes inside drinking and talking with old/new friends he sees "charlie" and a couple other guys shredding it out on there bikes, noticably intoxicated. he goes outside and watches and talks to "lacey" who has been out there the whole time.  "lacey" gets a phone call in the middle of the cnverstation. shes giving directions to one of her friends to meet up at the party. after, the phone call "gerald" hollers at "lacey" to watch him do a trick on the bike. he rides his bike down the street and turns around racing toward the house in full speed.. "lacey" phone rings again. "lace, im down the street, should i stop by the next 7-11 to get a pack, or s the keg still good. oh my god, some dude that the bar bought us like seven rounds of shots! so, im buzzing pretty good right now. cant wait to get fucked up with you. im actually pulling up rightnow."[hangs up] as "lacey" puts her phone back in her pocket she hears a crash. one of the guys yells out, "someone call 911! ...gerald just got hit by a car." "lacey" looks on at the scene in shock as she sees "geralds limp body on the pavement and messed up bike about a yard from him with the front wheel still spinning. a girl steps out of the car crying and abviously intoxicated. with the sirens in the backround "lacey" screams out "OH MY FUCKING GOD, GERAAAAAAAAALD!"]

end scene. 

if you want to know what happens to Gerald leave some comments. the story gets a lot better. you get to meet gerald's mom, bestfriend and his brother and sister as the story moves along.  until then, thanks for reading the story so far. and, i know my writing skills arent up to par... but the story is great. i think so anyways...

-rudeboy