Hi, peeps.
It’s another new day and I have nothing new to say. My life is so boring that even my dog is more interesting than me.
As a result, I’m just gonna share a snippet from my gay Cinderella remake, which I’ve been working on, I think, for almost half a year, maybe even more. It’s a novella; that tells you how much of a procrastinator I am.
Anyway, it’s tentatively called “Oops, I lost my blue suede shoe” Too Elvis-ish? I’m humbly waiting for opinions. Pretty pwease?
Here it is, the beginning of my story:
The room was dark when Eli came home. He hit the couch hard and cursed out loud. His voice sounded deafening in the empty space, but as soon as he threw his clutch in the direction of the armchair, the room was invaded with light.
“OMG! You’re back!” his roommate shrieked and immediate jumped into his arms
“I lost a Fendi. Fuck me! They were so expensive.”
Eli sighed and fell on the floor, resting his head on the sofa’s cushion. He was so tired he didn’t feel like doing anything right then. But, at the same time, his brain was buzzing like a radio.
“How was it? Why are you back so early? And how the hell did you manage to lose a shoe? Only you could have done that. Tell me everything!” Tanya’s enthusiasm was infectious. Despite his exhaustion, Eli found himself smiling. He took his mask off with a lazy hand and yawned.
“It’s your damn fault. I told you I can’t ride a bike with this fucking dress. It was a friggin’ pain even getting on the bike. Of course I barely noticed losing a shoe. Especially since I was trying my hardest not to get caught.”
“Get caught?” Tanya’s eyes widened. Eli could almost see the wheels turning in her head. With a wicked smile her friend took a cushion and put it underneath her, assuming a position more appropriate for meditation rather than for a gossip session, but that was definitely Tanya’s favorite position for gossiping. “I want details,” she begged, looking at him like an eager puppy. “You’re not getting any sleep before you spill it, mister.”
Eli moaned and pressed his palms together in a silent prayer. Not a chance. The determined look in his best friend’s eyes told him he couldn’t get away without spilling the whole story.
Of course, it had all been Tanya’s fault to begin with. She was the one with the crazy ideas. Several hours ago, in fact the previous evening, since now it was already past midnight, Tanya had stormed into his room with a crazy grin on her face and plunked an envelope, her expression triumphant.
Cliffhanger *kukukuh*
See y’all next week. Hugs and kisses!
Shayla Mist 