-I wrote this for a creative writing class to dip my toes into dialogue and scripts.
Young Love
First part:
A twelve year old boy named Elfram sits in the garden on a bench as a he contemplates over what has just happened.
Then a girl name Vindeline, the same age as the boy, walks over with a skip in her step. She goes over to her friend Elfram as she waves towards when she sees him from a distance. A kind smile is on her lips.
Elfram looks at Vindeline blushing and sort of waves to her. No grin befalls him as the girl walks over to the bench.
Vindeline stands next to Elfram and tilts her head like a confused puppy towards him.
Elfram simply shrugs and gives her an awkward smile. He seems to be straining for words after what happened earlier.
After a few moments on contemplating, Vindeline sits next to Elfram on the bench, leans in towards him, and pecks him on the cheek.
Only a few seconds of silence constricts Elfram from any action until he squeals and jerks off of the bench. He land on his butt in the dirt with more red on his face than before.
The two look at each other until Vindeline start to giggle.
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Elfram joins in with the laughing as he sits in the gravel.
Vindeline gets off of the bench and sits on her knees next to Elfram. She suddenly wraps her arms around Elfram’s neck and hugs him tightly.
Blushing only a little this time, Elfram accepts the contact with a smile on his face.
Second part:
A twelve year old Scottish boy named Elfram ruffles his brown bobby-cut hair to get the strands out of his musky-yellow eyes. He walks down the hall and opens the door into the kitchen. He is met by a lovely looking lady that is his age.
The girl has brown skin and long thick hair that is light blue like the sky with a touch of silk to it. She’s wearing a faded mint-green dress today and her name is Vundeline.
A hint of blush smacks Elfram in the face as he continues to stare at his friend. “Oh, uh… Hello Vindeline… I didn’t realize that you would be helping me today.”
Vindeline nods with a smile on her face, “Of course I would come and help you. I know how “precise” and picky you can be.” Vindeline makes a girlish chuckle and then begins to sprinkle spices into a simmering pot.
Elfram takes a small spoon to taste the dish. “It could use some more oregano.” He states as he’s still contemplating over the stew.
“You know, it’s only been cooking for very long, I haven’t placed all of the ingredients in, Elfram!” Vindeline says as her hands land on her hips in insult.
“Ah yes, you’re quite right Vin. I suppose I should apologize.” Elfram says as he puts the spoon down. As he takes another step, Vindeline moves out of the way. “Could you hand me the olive oil please?” He points to it on the counter.
She nods and walks over and back only to have her feet met by spilled water from the sink and slams her back onto the ground. “Ah!” She screams with a fright.
Elfram reacts of course by attending to her, but also catches the liquid beneath his feet and loses his balance. He topples and lands right over Vindeline with some grace. Realizing that his face is so close to hers, Elfram’s face is once again stricken with red and his irregular breathing fogs up Vindeline’s glasses. The poor boy is frozen stiff with embarrassment and young love.