SSS Week Ten: Stereotypical Twist

What ho, lads and lassies!

The prompt for today's Short Story Sunday is:

Write a typical, predictable story ending in a plot twist. 

Unlike most prompts, I did not get this one from Reddit. 

My original prompt for this week was one that I had gotten from the site, but as I began writing and the words began flowing, I had lost all original meaning from the prompt. I was liking where it was going, however, and decided to continue. With this being so, I made up my own prompt concerning the story.

My inspiration for this story is typical teen fiction that one can find on Wattpad. A lot of writers, I realise, do a lot of stereotypical things that they more than likely don't realise they're doing. Like, really guys, I think the plot of "bad boy and good [or nerdy] girl" is a shade overused.

They make the couples fall in love so quickly, making the stories so predictable and annoying, I get a little headache between my eyes just thinking about them. 

Which is why I decided to write this.

There is a lot of stereotypes in this story-- mostly towards teen fiction plots, but also concerning typical white girls and dumb blonds-- but I write it all in jest. This story is not meant to offend anyone and is mainly meant for entertainment.

With that being said, I hope you all enjoy:



Once upon a time, in a suburban neighbourhood not very far away, there lived a teenage boy and a teenage girl.

The boy was a hunk with raven black hair that fell over his eyes and pale, porcelain skin-- giving off the impression that he was one of those peculiar emo kids at school that everyone picked on. But, hark, that wasn't so! He was popular. He was the captain of the football team and always had girls chasing after him in the school corridors. He drove a motorbike and was the type of boy fathers did not want their daughters to date. The boy with rugged good looks was named Chase.

The girl was pretty and blonde, but a total nerd. After all, she wore thick, plastic-rimmed spectacles, and everybody that's anybody knows that it's the glasses that determines one's nerdiness and not their grades in school nor their particular interests. She had very little friends, for she had only just moved into the neighbourhood, and was a complete nobody. The girl with the hourglass figure was named Molly.

One day, Molly went to Starbucks, -- for where else would one go to hang out by oneself?-- completely not expecting that this would be the day she would meet her Prince Charming. She sat down in the corner with her venti skinny hazelnut soy macchiato with sugar-free syrup, an extra shot, and cream at exactly 120 degrees, and pulled out her iPhone, absorbed in a conversation with her friends at her old school. She frowned, missing the company she had back then.

"Why the long face, beautiful?"

She looked up and gasped at who was sitting in front of her. It was Chase McDanger, the school's player and bad boy. He wore a leather jacket and set his motorbike helmet on the cafe's table. She didn't recall hearing the engine of a motorcycle, but she ignored that fact and tucked a blond strand of long, wavy hair out of her face, blushing lightly. "I miss my old friends," she said simply.

Chase, all of a sudden, recognised her from school and he snapped his fingers. "Oh, yeah. You're that new girl, aren't you?"

She nodded.

"You know, for a nerd, you're kinda cute."

She looked up at his purple eyes-- how peculiar that they were that colour-- and knew that she was in love.

The following day, they went to school together, arm-in-arm, completely and madly in love with one another. All the blokes in the corridors seemed to notice her all of a sudden,-- "Who on earth was that cute girl walking with Chase McDanger?" they thought to themselves-- and they began to whistle whenever she passed. Chase was not happy about that, and he beat up everyone who even dared to look at her. Molly smiled and cupped his face when he returned with busted and bloodied knuckles. "My hero!" she exclaimed.

"Molly," He said after they had shared a kiss, blushing slightly.

'Who knew that a bad boy could blush and be super adorable?' Molly thought to herself. "Yes, my darling Prince Charming who I care for oh-so dearly and who I love with all my heart?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, his brows elevating. "You... love me?"

She blushed, regretting that she said that, and nodded, looking down at their feet.

"Look at me." She didn't. "Molly, c'mon." She finally did, straining her neck for he was so tall, standing at six feet and nineteen inches when she was a mere four feet and one inch. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and lifted her up so they were at eye level with one another. "Though I only met you yesterday, I just gotta say," he swallowed, breaking the eye contact in slight embarrassment before turning back to her shiny blue eyes, "I... love you too, Molly."

She inquired if it was true, an unbelieving smile on her face, and he said it was. They shared a passionate kiss in the middle of the school hallway. All the girls scoffed out of jealousy and all the boys punched their lockers out of frustration that they weren't the ones dating this new girl that they only just noticed not five minutes earlier.

Chase and Molly ended up going to prom together, dancing their hearts out, and being crowned prom king and queen. It was expected, really, despite all the males' hatred toward Chase and all the females' hatred toward Molly.

Their love story continued until the day they graduated. Molly had gotten a scholarship to a university across the country, with the strong persuasion to the board director from her wealthy father, and Chase wanted to go to Hollywood to become a famous actor. They went their separate ways, sobbing like babies.

They soon lost track of each other. That is, until a year later.

Chase was now a big celebrity despite the short time period and went to a photo shoot which just so happened to be held in the same city which Molly lived in, though he never mentally made the connection. On his break, he went to a local Starbucks and sat down, ordering an iced latte. He wore dark shades and a baseball cap over his beautiful hair so that no fans or paparazzi would recognise him.

He sat by himself in silence, minding his own business, until he heard a familiar voice say: "I'd like a venti skinny hazelnut soy macchiato with sugar-free syrup, an extra shot, and cream at exactly 120 degrees, please."

He froze. Wait. He knew someone who drank venti skinny hazelnut soy macchiatos with sugar-free syrup, an extra shot, and cream at exactly 120 degrees. He looked up to find no other than Molly. She sat down in a corner with her drink, not noticing him, with a sad expression upon her features. He decided to take a chance and stroll over to her table, sitting in front of her.

"Why the long face, beautiful? "

She looked up, her blue eyes shining. "Chase!" she exclaimed in shock and joy.

"Molly!" He exclaimed with equal joy.

They both shared a passionate kiss and promised never to separate from each other ever again.

Within the first ten minutes of their meeting, Chase got down on one knee, saying: "Molly, I've been wanting to do this for awhile now..."

Molly gasped as she saw the diamond ring he had pulled from his pocket, muttering, saying, then screaming 'yes' over and over again until the whole cafe was looking at them suspiciously. She didn't question why he had an engagement ring in his pocket when he wasn't expecting to meet her. She didn't even think twice about it. Instead, she watched as he placed it on her finger and kissed him deeply afterwards.

They were married not a week later.

The couple ran out of the cathedral, fingers intertwined. Her long, puffy wedding dress flowed behind her, and the long tail of his tuxedo jacket flowed behind him. Cameras flashed all around them, as they shared their second kiss as a married couple. They continued walking, the paparazzi stepping back to give them room-- because, after all, paparazzi had respect for people.

Everyone gasped, however, as it began to rain.

Molly began to cry, but Chase laughed, comforting her. "It's alright, my beautiful wife."

She nodded, agreeing that it was alright, and wiped her face despite the fact that it remained wet due to the heavy downpour. She laughed, as well, for she suddenly found the rain humorous. The pair smiled and kissed each other in the rain, the cameras flashing once again.

They pulled away, still smiling, and Chase led the way to their limousine which would lead them to the reception hall.

However, the limousine was across the street, which had become wet and slippery thanks to the sudden change in weather. Chase didn't bother to look both ways for a reason unknown, and the breaks on a car seemed to stop working on the slick pavement. There were screaming tires and busting glass, a loud shriek from the bride in white.

"Celebrity, Chase McDanger," the headlines read in the following day's morning paper, "Dead Only Minutes After His Wedding Ceremony."

Molly McDanger spent the rest of her days in a mental asylum, unable to cope with the loss of her husband.

And, obviously, they did not live happily ever after.

The End.