Pickup Notes

Do You Have A Bandaid?

How did I find my pickup lines? I look them up on the Internet. Yup. My five year old self was that desperate. Now I have them...so why put them to waste.

I did slip them in a few times. I didn't use any major ones, but I was young.

For example, when I was six, I made a mistake. A fatal one. I don't know if Peyton remembers, but I certainly do. I was absolutely mortified.

I just...went up to her one day and said one pickup line that could never be unsaid-that shouldn't have been said-ever-in the first place. It was that bad.

"Hey, Peyton?" I said, going up to her, standing stiff and I swear, I was sweating bullets.

"Yes?" She turned to me with a kind smile. Natalie turned to me to and pouted. She was probably mad because I interrupted her.

"I-if-if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."

For a long moment, Nat and Peyton said nothing. They just stared at me. Then they looked at each other. I though I was going to pass out.

Then they burst out laughing so hard, their faces turned red. They were clutching their stomachs and rolling around on the grass, gasping for air.

I felt like crying. My lip was trembling. What the heck did I just do?

"Natey, you're hilarious!" Peyton said, wiping a tear from her eye, sighing in content, and turning her attention back to my sister.

Natalie stared at me though, and she wasn't laughing. I felt heartbroken, rejected, and defeated. I'm pretty sure Natalie knew exactly what I was thinking. Maybe she did. We sort of have a twin thing going on.

Holding in tears, I rushed back inside my house. I couldn't believe what I had done. I was young, and I was stupid. Then, I cried like the failure I was and locked my bedroom door.

A little while later, my mom came in, and held my tear stained face in her hands, and craddled me in her lap. When I stopped crying, I told her about what happened, what I did.

"Honey, I know you aren't happy about the way this turned out, but you will have other chances. You made her laugh! Girls like it when a guy can make them laugh. But honey..."

"Yeah mommy?"

"Don't you think you are a little young for this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nat and Peyton are best friends. Peyton isn't going anywhere. Maybe you have gotten over the whole "cooties" stage, but maybe she hasn't. Maybe you should wait a couple of years, and if you still like her, go for it."

"Bu-bu-but mommy!"

"It isn't the right time for you to be in a relationship young man. You are only six. She isn't going anywhere."

"Fine," I pouted, sticking out my bottom lip in a pout.

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I took my mom's advice. I became that cool, cute, youngster that all the ten year old girls had a crush on. I was pretty confident now, too. I didn't stutter the few times I talked to Peyton, and I made some friends. I got what my mom was saying now; I was young. And I was still young. But I could try and get her to have an intrest in me. I didn't forget what my mom told me on that horrible day, and now, at ten years old, I was putting it to the test.

I was a soccer player when I was ten. I grew out of soccer a few years later, and played baseball and volleyball, but that is pretty irrelevant to my story.