Believe in me.
A story about my friends and what happens.
The rain poured down from the gray sky. I looked out side and sighed. I had hoped it would be sunny for a change so I could go out and have fun with my friends. Life was normally like this. The sun never showed off its bright rays to burn our pale skin. I turned to my mobile, staring at its crapness. I hated it. It belonged to my dad before belonging to me. He had taken off all the games and everything, it didn't’t need it but that didn’t give him any reason to take away the funky games! I picked it up and dialed my friend’s number, it rang for quite a long time before anyone answered and by then, I was getting bored and annoyed by the length it took her to find her phone and press the button with the green phone printed on it. She answered with slight confusion. Probably because she didn’t know who was phoning her at that time. I let her ask twice before I talked to her back.
“Heya Laura.” I said, with a slight smile on my face,
She moaned a little,
“No, I can’t go out today, I have to go to that stupid horse show with the family.” She said,
I was kinda surprised by how physic she must really be, to know exactly what I was going to say. I grunted and hung up, bored stiff by the lack of so-called ‘fun’. My mum, who was in the living room, watching live big brother at the time, called my name, this normally meant she wanted me to do something. I screamed the word ‘what?’ and stomped into the living room, waiting for her to make up a list of what she wanted me to do as she sat on her ass watching two people talk about how to milk cows on the television.
“Go and be a darling and go to the shop to get me bread.” She said, a little fake sweetness in her drowsy voice,
I gave a thin smile and snatched the money away from her grotty hands, which were covered in cheese from her packet of Doritos. I stomped out the house and ran half way to the shops before loosing my breath and having to walk the rest of the way, breathless and looking like I just took an asthma attack. The shop was packed, full of people I had no idea who they were. Then, (here is the cliché everyone loves when they come upon a love story) a gorgeous looking, fifteen year old with longish brown hair and dark brown eyes brushed past me, his middle class after-shave going up my nose. I was amazed by his sexiness and wanted to follow him, but all I could hear in my mind was my mum nagging about how badly she needed her egg mayonnaise sandwiches.
I grabbed the ‘best of both’ bread and walked over to the counter, trying to look a bit sexy in front of that hunk of a guy. He didn’t even look at me once, I felt right miserable as I walked out the shop. I ran down the street again, my legs going all weak and numb by the time I had reached the halfway mark. I turned round at the shop and saw the boy/ guy (well… He ain’t a guy JUST yet) staring at me. I carried on walking, still looking at his beauty when all of a sudden, I bumped into an old lady. I turned away from him and looked at the old woman shouting her head off at me for hurting her, and how kids these days don’t have manners. I blocked her out and carried on walking, I could feel her waving her walking stick at me while she told me to come back. I ran the rest of the way home, even if my legs felt like loose jelly. I opened the door to my house, my mum shouting the words: ‘Thank god! Now I can have my sandwich!’ I rolled my eyes and put the bread on the counter, in the kitchen and went into my room.
I couldn’t believe what had happened to me. I mean, come on! What have I done wrong to deserve that? Apart from setting fire to that old woman’s bin who I bumped into… That wasn’t really much, why punish me for that?
I sat on my big swirly chair and turned on my computer. I normally only went on to chat to my friends on MSN. Its like a god to me, I would have no social life what so ever, if my dad had not allow me on this dream social pixel thingy. I could hear my mum screaming at the loaf of bread for being a little bit squashed. It wasn’t even my fault that it was like that. I was the one with my back turned! The old moody woman could of easily walked around me, but oh no, she had to make a scene. I started up my MSN and waited for it to load. I found that only some of my friends were on. So I opened up a conversation box with them and chatted.
Emma says:
Heya hows it goin?
Harley says:
Wot? Oh fine. I got new converses! So im happy
Emma says:
Wot do they lok like?
Harley says:
Like a chicken…
Emma says:
I mean the design or wot eva it is.
Harley says:
They are multicolored.
A sudden shout from my mum made me jump, then realize it was her calling me, and moaned.
“Emma!!” She shouted from her comfy sofa,
I stomped out of my bedroom and went into the living-room to see my mum pointing to the house phone, which was half a meter away from her tip of her index finger, which was pointing to the phone.
“Be a dear for me and get the phone,” she asked, her eyelids fluttering,
I looked at the phone and then turned to her again, it probably wasn’t even half a meter!! I sighed and picked up the phone and put it on the table. She smiled and I went into the room again to find two more people talking to me. I sighed and blocked the other two so I could just talk to Harley.
Emma says:
Sorry there!
Harley says:
Wot took you so long?
Emma says:
I was hungry? :l
Harley says:
I gtg, cya!
“damn it, they always go as SOON as you go on!” I said aloud,
I got off my swirly chair and went outside to hang about somewhere in the street. Even if that meant the rain would make my nice straight hair becoming a mass of frizz and curls.
I sat by the bus shelter, not too far from my house, staring at the people walking past me. Everyone was sensible enough to be wearing a hooded coat or have an umbrella, but oh no! Not me, I had to go outside with a bloomin’ t-shirt on and a pair of jeans. Both of them don’t go with rain. Then I suddenly saw that amazingly attractive fifteen year old boy walking past me with a large bottle of Irn Bru. My heart melted, (yeah another cliché, but really it did! I was warm, because his hotness made me warm. Oh my god that was lame!). He looked at me the walked off. I knew something was wrong with me, why did he keep on looking at me?! Did I have something on my nose? Was my top see-through? I quickly glanced at my top to see it was perfectly normal… Apart from being wet.
He was about to leave my sight that could have been the last time I could of ever see him again. I got up and walked out of the nice dry bus shelter, and followed him. He might never see me, I could of probably got all the way to his house if it wasn’t for the length it took to get to his flippin’ house! I wasn’t even sure he was going there. If I ever told my friends about following the hunk, they wouldn’t stop laughing until their sides brought so much pain that they would end up in hospital and some how become disabled for the rest of their lives. He turned round, I quickly pretended I was walking the other way. He turned back to his path and I carried on following him, my feet so tired I felt like cutting them off, then walk the rest of the way there on my two hands. He quickly turned around again and saw me going the same way as him. I looked up from rubbing my poor feet and saw him looking at me. I cursed and then gave a cheesy smile.
“Are you following me?” he asked curiously,
I cursed some more and gave him a smile again,
“Maybe…” I answered,
DAMN IT!! I thought into my self, what a crap comeback, what on earth, gave me that idea to say that? I gritted my teeth, knowing my feet were going to get it when I got back home.
He raised an eyebrow and started to walk again, I knew I had to do something, but what? I mean, what the hell would you do if you were caught in something like that? I started to follow him again then stopped, I clicked my fingers trying to get his attention, while still gritting my teeth,
“I mean, argh… I wasn’t really following you… I was, erm, just going the same way as you. Did anyone tell you that you look hot?” I said,
My eyes widened, just noticing what I had said. Damn, damn, damn! God had a lot of explaining to do, first it rains, then I find a cute boy, make a fool of my self, follow the poor thing and blurt out that he is hot. Was he against me?
Or was it because he knew I didn’t believe in him and just blamed him for everything that went wrong?
He turned round and frowned a little, probably it was because he felt sorry for me, then all of a sudden he laughed at me. Then he just walked off. I cursed a lot after that, blaming my self for being so stupid that I should just go into hiding for the rest of my life, and only come out to steal food from my parent’s house. I started walking home, my head down, not giving two monkeys (hee, monkeys, what a good one..) that my hair was going to look like a hairball from my cat’s mouth. I heard someone coughing and turned round to see the boy now looking at me once again.
“I think you’re hot two” He said to me,
My eyes widened so much I felt my eyeballs almost pop out their sockets. He then blushed heavily, knowing that he was also stupid to say such a thing. I gave a welcoming smile and said,
“Thanks. So now we find each other hot… interesting!”
He sighed and stared at me for some time, I wanted to say something else, the going into hiding idea was still available. This time he could join. Okay, maybe not…
“So, where you going?” He asked,
“Nowhere really, I was just walking about in the rain” I answered,
“Right, wanna go to the park?”
I could not believe he had just asked me that! Yeah, I know you hear these cliché stories all the time, but it does happen. Just think about it, a girl and a boy sitting on the swings… It’s like a romantic story. I just couldn’t believe my luck. My own cliché live, very fun.
We walked up to the park to see a gang of wannabe drug addicts and smokers sitting by the swings, smoking god knows what. I sighed knowing my own cliché story wasn’t going to happen. I swallowed, then turned to the guy.
“Now what?” I asked,
He shrugged and drank some of his Irn Bru , not even offering me some of it. How nice is that! We walked for a bit as it carried on raining, I know looked like I had just walked into a shower with my clothes on and stood in there for two minutes. I suddenly felt something vibrate in my jeans pocket, I then realized it was my phone. I answered it to hear one of my other friends speaking.
“Sorry!” I whispered to boy,
“Hey bitch, you coming out? Wait, I see you with some guy. I’m coming right over. Is he your boyfriend? Do you love him? I bet he’s cute. Damnit I can’t see from my window I’m coming down.” Said my friend,
Without managing to say a hello, how are you, goodbye I hung up and waited for my friend to come rushing down in a mini skirt and a bikini top so she could start flirting with the guy. I sighed with relief as I saw her come out of her house. She had a mini skirt on, but a least she didn’t have a bikini top on…
“hey, so who is he?” She asked,
“This is… erm…” I half answered,
“I’m Stuart” He said for me.
Okay that is the first part, because I can’t be assed to type anymore… I love you all… And so does god… Who ever he is!
Oh, and it aint a love story, well it is, but it also has other stuff in it...
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