Adrians

Curls And the Biebs

Adrian Lemens

As soon as I walked through the front door and heard it shut behind me I threw my backpack on the floor, stepped out of my shoes, and ran up to my room. I was about to collapse on my bed when I saw Adrian entering her room. Instead, I walked to my closet, sat down on a box, and slammed the door shut. Could I ever be alone?

I leaned back and banged my head on the wall a few times, mindlessly going over the events of the day. It was a disaster.

As much as I'd tried to fit in, people still saw through my facade. I couldn't find any of my classes, and every time I walked in late, every head turned to me. And, of course, every teacher felt some deep desire to make my newness known to every student. I couldn't walk through the lunch room without heads turning and whispering, "That's the new kid."

Without Adrian, I don't think I would have made it through the day. 

Adrian. Suddenly, she was being nice to me, and I couldn't help but be suspicious of her motives. Surely she had some sort of ulterior plan developing in her evil skull. Still, I was glad she'd helped me out today, whether her motives were evil or not.

I slowly opened the doors and stepped out of the closet. Taking a deep breath, I walked to the window and looked out. White curtains were drawn, but I could still make out movement behind them. I heard music blasting from her closed window, some 80's song about rock and roll.

I opened my window, reached forward, and knocked hard on her window. After a few seconds, the curtains moved aside as Adrian opened her window and raised her eyebrows at me.

I had to get it over with. "Thanks for helping me out today," I yelled over the music.

"Yeah, anytime," she shouted simply. 

The music filled the conversation's silence. After a few seconds, Adrian walked away, turned the music down, and returned to the window. She was wearing a white outfit that wrapped around her torso, with white pants  and a thick black belt tied securely around her waist. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, with wisps of hair escaping its grasp, and a light sheen of sweat covered her forehead.

"That would explain a lot," I mumbled as I took in her outfit.

"What?" She asked  as she sat on the window sill and leaned her head against it tiredly. 

"You're a black belt. I mean, its no wonder you kick my ass so effortlessly."

She smiled proudly and slyly responded, "You make it too easy!"

"Are you calling me weak?" I asked with. a fake look of shock

"I'm not calling you strong," she countered immediately.

"Are you sure?" I stood up and bunched both sleeves up to my shoulders. I flexed one arm at a time, my spindly pale limbs bulging slightly. "Look at this pure muscle right here. I am the epitome of strong."

She gave me a look that said Are you serious? and laughed.

"You laugh because you can't deny it," I said as I pulled my sleeves back down. She just laughed some more.

I knelt on the floor, crossed my arms on the window sill, and rested my head on my hands.  The song changed to one about love or sex. I wasn't really paying attention, because there was one lonely curl flying totally loose right above her eyebrow. It curlicued wildly down to her chin.

Without a thought, I slowly reached a hand forward, grabbed the bottom of the strand, and gave it a slight tug. Somehow, the way it bounced back brought an amused smile to my face and I tugged the strand again.

"Excuse me?" She interrupted, and only then did I realize she looked completely scandalized. "Did I tell you you could boing one of my curls?" Despite the offended look on her face, I noticed a slight twinge of pink dusting her cheeks.

I pulled back into my own bedroom.

"They're just so curly," I observed.

She responded shortly, "I noticed." Then she looked at me closely, her eyes squinting. I wanted to shrink under her gaze, but I sat still. "So, when are you going to lose your stupid Beiber cut?"

"What?" I asked distractedly.

"You can tell me if you're a belieber, Adrian. I won't judge. But even the Biebs never wants to see that hair cut again."

This time, I was legitimately offended. "I am not a belieber!" I exclaimed.

"Your hair says otherwise."

I sputtered for a few seconds, my words tripping over each other. Finally, coherent sentences strung themselves together. "First of all, I don't have this style because of 'the Biebs.'" I waved my hands in dramatic air-quotes. "I have it because I like it, and it's not my fault that 'the Biebs' brought disgrace to this marvelous hair style. My hair falls gracefully down from my scalp, and when it starts getting in my eyes, I can sweep it to the side." I demonstrated a perfect hair sweep. "It has functionality as when as fashion."

She just looked at me blankly for a few seconds. During those few seconds, I thought maybe I'd actually changed her thoughts about my hair. But then she burst out in rolling-on-the-floor cackles and I felt my face heat up.

"You are ridiculous!" She burst out in a fit of giggles. That one curl bounced around as she leaned back and took deep breaths.

I was about to protest, but she finally caught her breath and said, with a smile on her face, "It needs to go, Adrian. From one Adrian to another, it's gotta go."

"It'll go over my dead body," I said seriously.

She thought about this for a second, then said, "Alright," with a smirk on her lips.

A shout sounded from behind her.

"Look, I gotta go practice for a tournament this weekend. See ya tomorrow." She stood up and started to pull the window closed.

"Bye," I said as I closed my own window.

Author's Note: Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think, comment, vote, share! And let me know if you have any idea for other characters' names.

Also, I mean no offense to beliebers and Justin Bieber. Sorry if I did, in fact, offend you.

Happy reading!