Story Excerpt: How to Write a Romance Novel

How to Write a Romance Novel
By Kimberley Aguirre

Dedicated to Ariel, my best friend in the universe, the secret romantic at heart who has inspired me in more ways than one. Dedicated to Justin, my inspiration for Jeremiah and all the other cocky males with heart of gold I write about.

This one is for you guys!

“Miah!” I screamed from the top of my lungs. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I ignored the knot of curls on top of my head and my oversize tee that I stole from Jeremiah’s closet. He stole my friends, I could at least steal his fucking clothes.

“Je-re-mi-ah!” I enunciated as I left my bedroom clutching my laptop.

Jeremiah wasn't the one to ignore my calls, especially when they were at 5:34 in the morning. Without a knock I opened his door and rushed in. As I stumbled over shoes on the floor I saw Jeremiah peeking with one eye open and a blonde girl covered in his faded blue sheets.

“Oh shit my bad” I mumbled and awkwardly smiled at the two. Jeremiah sighed and sat up in his bed and looked at me with accusing eyes. With a loud sigh, he mumbled my name affectionately.

“Tati”
“Miah”

He nodded his head towards the blonde female who looked lost and mouthed, he didn't know her name. Leave it to Jeremiah to not know his latest conquest and for me to save his ass.

“Hey I am Tatiana, Jeremiah’s roommate and only friend” I said sarcastically sticking my sweaty palm in her face.

“Anya” She said politely declining my hand.

“Yeah Anya” Jeremiah said and smirked. 

His signature smirk that led the girls like Anya to his room. I raised my eyebrows and stood in the room. Anya wasn't completely dense, she sensed the awkwardness and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She rushed passed me and into the bathroom to what I can assume was to change.

“Really Miah? Russian? New flavor?” I asked as I sat next to him on the bed. He scratched the back of his head and yawned loudly in my face. Beer and Popeyes radiated out his mouth and he laughed.

“Eww Miah!” I squealed and held a hand over my mouth.

“Now Tati why the hell are you screaming my name so damn early and not under me” Jeremiah asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Deadline is in a few hours and I just can't do it!”

“Marisol is on your ass that much?”

“No not Marisol, I handed in my article for NYCBuzz, it's for the other job” I said and Jeremiah nodded.

Jeremiah was the only person in my life to know about the other me. He knew about Trinity P. since I invented her at the age of seventeen in the back of Reiter’s class. Trinity P. was my pen-name that I wrote under to publish my novels for the latest publishing company Rowington.

“Get the mojo TP!” Jeremiah shouted as he got off the bed. Of course Jeremiah was naked and didn't care to show off his body to me. Jeremiah was thee most confident person I knew in the world and he just loves to flaunt it.

“Can you put your dick away and help me, besides don't be screaming TP!” I chastised.

Jeremiah did his infamous side smirk once again and pulled on a pair of black silk boxers and his NYU hoodie.