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Hey all 
This is my first attempt at writing a story, I've been inspired by many other people on here so I thought I'd take the leap and try it for myself.
Now; while some of it is fiction, elements of the story are true. But I'll leave it up to you to determine which parts
6.50. Don’t you love it when you wake up that split second before your alarm, so the sound of it going off literally scares the crap outta you? And the sound of the alarm, the new age Nokia one; I can’t stand it. Every time I hear something similar to it I cringe.
Thank God the bus stop is right outside my place, meaning I can leave two minutes before it’s due to arrive (even though it’s bound to be ten minutes late). As I sit in the bus shelter, a girl who’s had her wake and bake session walks past, the stench is intoxicating. After she passes, my breathing returns to the smell of exhaust fumes as I sit and analyse every car that goes past to see if I remember it from the day before.
Grey Audi Q5 – Such an overpriced 4WD for the size. $80,000 and what do you get? A Toyota Rav4 with vinyl (apparently leather) seats, rear fog lights and four rings on the front. Oh so worth it.
Maroon Toyota Corolla – every morning drives about 30 metres on the wrong side of the road to turn into the street. He knows it’s illegal, but I guess arrogance gets the best of him.
Green Volkswagen Golf – The windows are up and I can still hear the radio clearly. No wonder Gen Y’s hearing is already screwed.
Silver Holden Commodore – There are 6 people in that car. Why? Good luck to them if they have an accident. Probably a few jammed in the boot, too.
And finally, the 470 appears in the distance. I get on and sit in my usual seat. I was tired from only sleeping about 5 hours so I put my head back and close my eyes.
Can today be different, please?
I guess I should make an effort, I can’t expect things to change if I don’t. I know it’s not a big deal, but I NEVER listen to my iPod other than in my car or at home when alone. So I grabbed it out of my bag and put my Paramore playlist on. I chose shuffle and The Only Exception came on.
I wish someone could be my only exception.
The walk along George Street to Uni is always fun, not falling over seems to be the goal as it has some of the most uneven surfaces in the city. Coupled with idiots who don’t know how to walk and you’ve got a real gladiator style obstacle course.
I rock up to my first lecture for the day. Which in reality has absolutely no relevance to the subject we’re supposed to be learning about. So I rip out my iPod again and this time I decide to surf the web. I log onto Facebook and see a new message in my inbox.
I’m only setting myself up for disappointment, I know who it is. I’m not going to read it until I’m ready to deal with it.
I’ve been a little confused lately. Throughout high school, I dated girls, kissed girls and did the usual of a straight guy. But in the past year or so, I’ve been noticing guys more and more. I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual as I still found girls attractive. In saying that, I’d probably choose a guy over a girl any day.
Is that right? I went from being completely straight to being bi with a lean towards guys?
I didn’t know what to think anymore. And I was beating myself up over it big time. Not to sound like a drama queen but I’ve considered the “easy way out” a few times. And the only thing stopping me was the effect it would have on those around me.
I came back down to earth thanks to a mate throwing a paper plane at me. I smirked at him and looked up at the projected image which happened to be of the Highline in New York. I was there only 2 months ago and what I would give to be back in the USA right now. Staring at the image, I see a head pop up and block the lower half of it. I turned to see the loser blocking and that’s where it all began.
He rushed out to answer his phone, but I kept an eye out for when he re-entered the theatre. It’s difficult to understand why you’re instantly attracted to a person, particularly if they’re the complete opposite of what you would normally find attractive. Nevertheless, I found him gorgeous and I had to find out who he was.
The lecture finally came to a conclusion and we made our way up to our tutorial rooms. Due to the nature of our next assessment piece, two groups had to share a room as we needed to share the construction materials. My friends and I take a seat and it just so happens that this guy walks in. He sat alone, in the corner having his laptop to entertain him.
That’s sad; someone should talk to him. Or at least sit with him so he feels wanted.
As soon as the tutor gave us permission to move around to collect our construction material, I got up and made my way over to him.
“Hey cool laptop” I started with.
“Thanks, it’s old now but it still does the trick” he responded with.
“I’m Josh, by the way” as I extended my arm out.
“No way, so am I!” he answered with enthusiasm.
We spend the next twenty minutes or so talking about what school we went to and where we lived. It turns out we both live on the west side and in reality, we’re only about a suburb away from each other.
As the tutorial session wrapped up, we said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways. Until about five seconds later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Why don’t you give me a call sometime, here’s my number and e-mail” he said as he handed me a small square piece of paper.
“I’ll do that” I replied with a half smile – trying not too desperate.
Could he be my only exception?
This is my first attempt at writing a story, I've been inspired by many other people on here so I thought I'd take the leap and try it for myself.Now; while some of it is fiction, elements of the story are true. But I'll leave it up to you to determine which parts
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The Only Exception
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The Only Exception
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6.50. Don’t you love it when you wake up that split second before your alarm, so the sound of it going off literally scares the crap outta you? And the sound of the alarm, the new age Nokia one; I can’t stand it. Every time I hear something similar to it I cringe.
Thank God the bus stop is right outside my place, meaning I can leave two minutes before it’s due to arrive (even though it’s bound to be ten minutes late). As I sit in the bus shelter, a girl who’s had her wake and bake session walks past, the stench is intoxicating. After she passes, my breathing returns to the smell of exhaust fumes as I sit and analyse every car that goes past to see if I remember it from the day before.
Grey Audi Q5 – Such an overpriced 4WD for the size. $80,000 and what do you get? A Toyota Rav4 with vinyl (apparently leather) seats, rear fog lights and four rings on the front. Oh so worth it.
Maroon Toyota Corolla – every morning drives about 30 metres on the wrong side of the road to turn into the street. He knows it’s illegal, but I guess arrogance gets the best of him.
Green Volkswagen Golf – The windows are up and I can still hear the radio clearly. No wonder Gen Y’s hearing is already screwed.
Silver Holden Commodore – There are 6 people in that car. Why? Good luck to them if they have an accident. Probably a few jammed in the boot, too.
And finally, the 470 appears in the distance. I get on and sit in my usual seat. I was tired from only sleeping about 5 hours so I put my head back and close my eyes.
Can today be different, please?
I guess I should make an effort, I can’t expect things to change if I don’t. I know it’s not a big deal, but I NEVER listen to my iPod other than in my car or at home when alone. So I grabbed it out of my bag and put my Paramore playlist on. I chose shuffle and The Only Exception came on.
I wish someone could be my only exception.
The walk along George Street to Uni is always fun, not falling over seems to be the goal as it has some of the most uneven surfaces in the city. Coupled with idiots who don’t know how to walk and you’ve got a real gladiator style obstacle course.
I rock up to my first lecture for the day. Which in reality has absolutely no relevance to the subject we’re supposed to be learning about. So I rip out my iPod again and this time I decide to surf the web. I log onto Facebook and see a new message in my inbox.
I’m only setting myself up for disappointment, I know who it is. I’m not going to read it until I’m ready to deal with it.
I’ve been a little confused lately. Throughout high school, I dated girls, kissed girls and did the usual of a straight guy. But in the past year or so, I’ve been noticing guys more and more. I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual as I still found girls attractive. In saying that, I’d probably choose a guy over a girl any day.
Is that right? I went from being completely straight to being bi with a lean towards guys?
I didn’t know what to think anymore. And I was beating myself up over it big time. Not to sound like a drama queen but I’ve considered the “easy way out” a few times. And the only thing stopping me was the effect it would have on those around me.
I came back down to earth thanks to a mate throwing a paper plane at me. I smirked at him and looked up at the projected image which happened to be of the Highline in New York. I was there only 2 months ago and what I would give to be back in the USA right now. Staring at the image, I see a head pop up and block the lower half of it. I turned to see the loser blocking and that’s where it all began.
He rushed out to answer his phone, but I kept an eye out for when he re-entered the theatre. It’s difficult to understand why you’re instantly attracted to a person, particularly if they’re the complete opposite of what you would normally find attractive. Nevertheless, I found him gorgeous and I had to find out who he was.
The lecture finally came to a conclusion and we made our way up to our tutorial rooms. Due to the nature of our next assessment piece, two groups had to share a room as we needed to share the construction materials. My friends and I take a seat and it just so happens that this guy walks in. He sat alone, in the corner having his laptop to entertain him.
That’s sad; someone should talk to him. Or at least sit with him so he feels wanted.
As soon as the tutor gave us permission to move around to collect our construction material, I got up and made my way over to him.
“Hey cool laptop” I started with.
“Thanks, it’s old now but it still does the trick” he responded with.
“I’m Josh, by the way” as I extended my arm out.
“No way, so am I!” he answered with enthusiasm.
We spend the next twenty minutes or so talking about what school we went to and where we lived. It turns out we both live on the west side and in reality, we’re only about a suburb away from each other.
As the tutorial session wrapped up, we said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways. Until about five seconds later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Why don’t you give me a call sometime, here’s my number and e-mail” he said as he handed me a small square piece of paper.
“I’ll do that” I replied with a half smile – trying not too desperate.
Could he be my only exception?
