Call Me When You Grow Up...

Chapter 1

Blake's POV

"Atticus!" I yelled up to my best friend. He chuckled, and looked down at me from his high perch in the tree. His bright blue, almost sparkling eyes contained a smile in them. A dazziling kind of smile matched only by the one plastered on his face. His snow white teeth seemed to glisten in contrast to his tan skin. He stuck his pink tongue out at me, and laughed.

"What do you want?" he asked, a playful tone in his silky voice. I grimaced at him, and pushed my glasses up on my nose.

"I want you to come down from there! We came to the park to walk, not climb!" I said. He rolled his eyes.

"But climbing is much more fun! Why don't you come up here with me?" he asked, moving into a sitting position between two limbs.

"No way. I'm not going up there." Atticus smirked, a very normal occurrence for him, and kicked some moss down at me. I dodged it.

"What's the matter? Afraid that you're going to ruin your $40 khakis, Mr. SCP?" SCP was Atticus' language for Student Council President.

"Yes, I am." I said. "Look, if you get down from there, I'll get you something from Taco Bell." His face instantly lit up. Gotcha.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." I answered. He smiled widely, and jumped down from the tree. How he didn't break his legs, I don't know.

"Cool!" he exclaimed. I looked him up and down. He had grass stains on his baggy blue jeans, his white graphic tee had some mud spots on it, and his red jacket was unzipped and falling off one shoulder. I sighed, annoyed by his messiness.

"Alright, let's go." I said, digging my car keys out of my pocket.

"Wait!" Atticus said, spinning me around. "I don't really feel like Taco Bell anymore. It's not like you could eat anything there anyway, Mr. VeggiBurger. We should go swimming!" I groaned.

"Where are we going to go swimming?" I asked. He pulled me down to his level, and pointed off somewhere.

He was only 5'7", and I was 6'3". It was without question that he had to pull me down to see eye to eye. However, he also pulled me close. We were so close that I could smell the intoxicating scent of his Playboy cologne. The scent kind of relaxed me, but my heart dropped to my stomach when I saw where he was pointing.

I followed his finger to the small creek in the park. It hummed quietly, but it was pretty deep. Atticus let go of me and ran off toward it, stripping as he went. Someone please explain to me why I'm friends with this lunatic!

Atticus and I went way back. Ever since we were 2 years old, we'd been the Blake and Atticus team. And yet, we were polar opposites. I was tall with curly black hair and jade green eyes. I always wear khakis, a polo, and Nike sneakers, Sperris, or Toms. And, of course, I wore glasses, was the Student Council President, and made straight A's. Atticus, however, was my opposite.

He had bright blue eyes and straight, strawberry blonde hair. His hair was longer than mine, but only by a little bit. He was very short for a guy, but he always seemed to have his head in the clouds. His grades were always C's and D's, mainly because he didn't apply himself and spent all his time goofing off. He always wore the same pair of black Converse high-tops, which were now faded and falling apart. Baggy jeans seemed to be his thing, unless it was Saturday. That's when he wore sweatpants and no shoes. His top was always a graphic or normal tee, or the occasional tank top. And he always wore the same red jacket every day. Without fail. Like I said, opposites.

"Blake!" Atticus called from the creek. "Come on, you're missing all the fun!" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not going in there, Atticus!" I said. "It's only 68 degrees out here! You seem to forget that we're in Rhode Island!" Apparently, he took suddden realization to the fact that this was not the right weather to swim in, and started shivering. I walked over to the creek and sat on the bank.

"Blake, I'm freezing." he said in a low, melting voice.

"Then get out, you knuckle head." He shot me a grin.

"Blake, I'm wet." he said, a chuckle in his voice. I cocked my head to one side in confusion, then rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, you pervert." I said, trying to splash him. He dodged.

"You're a pervert."

"Am not. You're the perverted one. Now come on, before you get hypothermia." I said, standing up. He laughed his melodic, silky laugh.

"Alright, alright." He crawled up the bank, and rolled onto the grass. His red plaid boxers seemed to cling to him like a second skin. I quickly moved my eyes away as he stood up and stretched his toned muscles.

Atticus may not be smart, but he was definitely an athlete. He was on the JV football team at our school, Providence High School, home of the Hornets. So, he was a Hornet. I always thought he looked funny in the big, bulky uniform since he was so short. But being a football player really helped his muscle tone. I mean, it really helped his muscle tone. He wasn't disproportional; his muscles were pretty much perfect. Especially those abs.

"Come on, you little weirdo. I'll take you home." I said. He had been putting his clothes back on. He trotted up to me, and started walking backwards.

"Hey, Blake, how come we never take my car?" he asked, putting his hands behind his head. I sighed.

"Because, I think Trans Ams are death traps." I answered. Despite being poor, Atticus owned a classic purple Trans Am.

"My baby is not a death trap!" he protested. "She's perfect in every way, and I love her."

"Stop talking about your car like it's your girlfriend. That's weird." He blew air through his lips like a horse, and opened the passenger door of my car.

"She's a girl, not an it." he muttered childishly.

"Oh, shut up." I started up my car and pulled out of the parking lot. Atticus just stared out the window, pouting. The radio was down low, and So What by P!nk was playing. Atticus hummed along softly. I turned up the volume a little with a grin, and he turned his head toward me.

"You like this song?" he asked. I chuckled.

"No, but I know you don't like just humming. Sing out, kiddo!" I said. He laughed, and started to sing along with the radio. I loved Atticus' singing voice. It was so soft, and mesmerizing. I could sing too; I was in the Drama club. But Atticus had me beat by a long shot. His voice was so gentle that it put me to sleep once. I wish he'd sing in front of more people. He only sang in front of me, my twin brother Travis, his little sister MayBelle, and his mom. It was sad.

"I like it like that! Hey, windows down, chillin with the radio on. I like it like that! Damn! Sun's so hot, make the girls take it all off." he sang to the next song. He laughed, and turned it down.

"What are you doing? Don't you like that song?" I asked. He nodded.

"I love that song. We're just close to my apartment." He pointed to the small apartment building coming up on the left. I always felt bad in the back of my mind whenever I was at Atticus'. My family was rich, and we owned a big house and four cars. But Atticus lived in a tiny, five room apartment. He was poor. Really poor. I sighed, and turned. "What's the matter, party pooper? Why the long face?" he asked.

"Me?" I asked back. "I'm fine." He stared into my eyes in the way that he does that just makes me want to tell him every secret I've ever had. Then, he shrugged, and opened the door.

"Whatever. Thanks for taking me to the park, bro." he said, getting out, then leaning in to talk.

"Any time. See you at school tomorrow." I said. He smiled, and started to back out. On his way, he hit his head on the car. "Klutz!" I yelled, laughing, as he squatted down on the pavement holding the back of his head.

"Shut up!!" he yelled back. I laughed, and reached over and closed the door as he stood up. I backed out of the apartment complex, and turned toward home. On the way back, I thought about us. Two completely different worlds, yet two best frieds...

~A/N~

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