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THE LOVELESS NIGHT

ROMANCE: SHORT STORY
Sandy had always been crazy about boys. Unfortunately, they never fancied her so much. Especially, not with her hot best friend always around. So valentine after valentine she spent alone, without love. Until, along came one particularly loveless valentine's night.


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CHAPTER 1: LOVELESS

Sandy was pretending with her book again. Staying late in the ICT lab, long after classes have ended. While the entire school was out partying, dining and drinking in the euphoria of that lovers’ day.

St. Valentines’ Day.

That dreadful day was here again. With its chocolates, flower bouquets, romance, love songs and that annoying baby angel: cupid. It was all so absolutely revolting. Revolting, because she was always ignored. Valentines’ day is everything a love hopeful could ever ask for. But Sandra Uchenna was not a love hopeful. She, a plain-looking girl with large eyes and hair like pineapple that defiantly stuck out from her head no matter how much relaxer she dabbed onto it. And worse off she had a nearly flat chest and backside, so sexy is out of it. Sometimes when she wore her jeans or pants people often mistook her for a guy from behind. So as far as valentines’ day goes she wasn’t a bull eye for most guys.

 

Her best friend Yetty, on the other hand, was a bombshell. Yetunde Amoo is every Romeo’s dream love and every Casanova’s dream catch. She had a busty chest and a hot ass, with small sexy cat eyes to die for. And hair that gracefully falls in submission across her perfect oval-shaped face whenever she adds only a touch of relaxer to it.

These two have been best friends since high school with Yetty, who didn’t care much for boys initially, getting all the romantic attention since her ripening in J.S.S.3. While Sandy, who has been dreaming of boys and romance and marriage since her primary school days couldn’t even get a “hello” from guys, not to mention a date.

 

She became so ignored that she by their senior years she had lost all confidence in talking to guys. So when she’d eventually fancied a guy, Yetunde offered to do the talking. That backfired though. Because then all the guys Yetty talked to, eventually ended up fancying Yetunde. She would never forget when Yetty offered to talk to Seun on her behalf. Seun then the newly transferred student with quiet half-caste features. So Yetunde walked up to him and they talked for longer than necessary and later she came back saying:

“It is done; he will see you later.”

But he took his time to ‘see her later’ and so she summoned up the courage to meet him herself and when she did he said:

“Oh, I’m sorry but I changed my mind. It is your friend Yetty that I like.”

Hey fams. I wrote this love story on valentine's day (you know because I am in love with love). It is a short story though but short and sweet. I hope that you will enjoy it.

Cheers!

Will do.

Thanks boss

noble4d:
Alright. A stanza is a group of lines in poem that are separated physically using spaces between the different stanzas.

We have couplet which consist of two consecutive lines of poem. Tercet has three lines, Quatrain has four lines, quintain has five lines....and many more.

You can check my thread "Rudiment of poetry" to learn more.

I have no idea what that means
But thank you

noble4d:
Thumbs up poet. Please for next time sake, try arrange your poem in stanzas.

Thanks

[quote author=donproject post=86032905][/quote]

I broke your heart, t'was not my intention.
I wanted a friend, but you gave affection.
When clarity came, it confused us both.
Our real intent, we'd misunderstood
Our feelings weren't tagged, we mutually assumed.
What we each wanted, we each thought we knew.
We were together, with hearts not in order.
But what we both wanted, we both could not give.
Love brings friendship, though they're not the same.
I wanted companionship, romance was your game.
We'd hurt ourselves unintentionally, but we hurt all the same.
Should've spoken calmly, instead of trading blames.
Mean words were spoken, bad names were called.
That bridge is now broken, can't go back nor forward.
Our relationship got stranded, it wilted and died
Now what's left but sadness, to remember and cry.