Storytime: "Unarmored"

[Lurkily]

This is a follow-up (not exactly a sequel) to "Expression".  That story focused on her armor, her unapologetic, sometimes fierce determination that she didn't need other people to determine her worth or her identity.

This story is different.  This story is about how she is with the rare person she considers a friend.  It's a very different facet of the same person.  It somewhat unexpectedly turned into a story about respect and boundaries and friendship, too.

Unarmored

Night Diner, by Klegs (DeviantArt)

“Man, that was great!” Sarah was excited, animated, all the things that set me on edge. But she wasn’t like most people. I knew that she needed to just talk. I was content to listen, and she didn’t take offense.

“It was just me! I mean, the bar was a hole in the wall, but I wasn’t just opening for someone, either. They wanted me! They even applauded!”

I just sipped from my drink, listening. I remembered my impressions as she spoke, building her words and my memories into a fuller picture. The bar was small, and the stage tiny. It smelled like stale beer. People drank and played pool. At first, there was disinterest, then a spark of curiosity as a new face took the stage. “How did they look at you while you played?”

“Man, it was crazy!” Her hands came out of her pockets to gesture. “Everybody was looking at me. It was awesome! It was terrifying! You got to tell me you got pictures of it all, you got pictures, right?”

I remembered that spark of curiosity in their faces kindling into something more, glasses stopping in the air as people paused to look. I already knew that the footage of that moment would go into my final edits. “I got pictures. And I got video.”

“Awesome! We’re getting this on YouTube tonight, right?” Her hands took my arm, but let go again, going back into her pockets against the chill. “Sorry. I’m crowding you. I’m just so excited!”

I smiled and glanced over at her. It was a small smile, but meaningful, and from her expression of relief, I think she knew it. “You’re a step ahead.  Most people just think I need to change.”

“Screw them. You’re you, without regrets.  Anybody tries to make you change, I’ll kick their ass for you.” She thumped her hand on the rail for emphasis, and I could hear the metal resonate like a bell.

I smiled again and felt my cheeks heat. Not many people could get through my shell, but it always unsettled me how quickly those close to me could raise my emotions. I wasn’t used to being emotional. “Yeah. So YouTube. I don’t want to put it up raw. You did really good. Give me some time. I can make something great with this.”

“Yes!” She hopped in place, then clapped her hands. “Thank you! You! Are! Awesome!” I felt my cheeks heat more.

“Just doing what I can do.”

“Doing it great! For me! Without me even asking! Come on, you’re great. People get paid for that stuff!”

I looked at her, not knowing how to respond. I was tempted just to put on the armor and shrug, but I couldn’t do that to my best friend. Instead, I turned and hugged her. It was brief and awkward, then I let her go and turned back away, and put the straw in my mouth so I wouldn’t have to say anything.

She watched me, then leaned back against the rail. I glanced over, and she was grinning like a madwoman. “Thanks.”

I knew she wasn’t talking about the video editing. “Sure . . . you’re welcome.”

[Jojo]

Awww, this is awfully cute *-*

[Lurkily]

Thanks!  This one definitely had a little magic behind it.  I give credit to Klegs, the story is already there. I swear he knows what's in her cup, what that girl is saying,  what her favorite song to play is, what the diner's specials are.  There's always a story in his art. 

[Jojo]

4 hours ago, Lurkily said:

Thanks!  This one definitely had a little magic behind it.  I give credit to Klegs, the story is already there. I swear he knows what's in her cup, what that girl is saying,  what her favorite song to play is, what the diner's specials are.  There's always a story in his art. 

Agree the drawing is amazing, though not 100% my style

[Lurkily]

It's less about the style, that I like, and more about how he obviously painted a story, not just a picture.