Dont Let him Be Another Retard In Tinfoil

Part 1

Ok, so this is just a first attempt at writting a story, hope its ok.

Been writing this with my boyfriend so he gets some of the credit too =)

so the beginning bit isnt as interesting...but trust me it get better =)

hope you enjoy!

all comments welcome =)

Katie’s POV

Ugh! I absolutely hate being ill! Especially near the beginning of term. I’ve spent the whole day lying around trying to gain some strength. I’m so bored, I have had nothing to do, and everyone has been in college today so I’ve been practically alone. Sad right.

As the evening comes I think it’s now perfect timing to be able to talk to someone. I go onto facebook and scroll through facebook chat, no one interesting is on. Typical.

*POP*

The slight noise of a chat box popping up makes me jump as I forgot I hadn’t turned the sound off on my laptop. I look at the screen to see who’s talking to me...Jack O’Farrell...who’s he? Oh! From biology! It taking me longer than it should have to register the name. I open the chat to see what he’s said...

Jacks POV

*sigh* another boring day... Another boring night ahead. All I can hope is for England to give me a much needed high in the football, it's only Macedonia, surely we can get a result there... Laughing as I remember its England and anything can happen.

Trying to relax into my chair I open the laptop on my desk, knowing this is my position for the rest of the night. Cranking up the music on my iPod I try to push out the thoughts of the day, come together by The Beatles rings around my room.. My day wasted as I spent 1 hour in biology and the rest mindlessly killing Nazis on COD.

No aim for even being on the Internet but scanning Facebook, sky sports, Facebook and back to sky sports. Settling on Facebook I see what people are doing, lots of crap about some soap storyline and a load of problems I'm not bothered with. Opening the chat hoping someone is there to kill just a small amount of time.

No...No...No...You don't like me...You’re an idiot...I don't even know who you are…My mind running a commentary As I scroll Down…Oh, Katie, she wasn’t in today; she’s new to the biology class and doesn't seem to talk to anyone, guess I'll just drop her a message saying what she missed…My good deed for the day.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“Just noticed that you weren't in today, thought I'd let you know what we done in the lesson”

“Oh…Thanks”

“No problem, it was just the parts of the cell, nothing too difficult.”

“Cool”

“So how are you?” I ask thinking this is just going to be the oh so regular, hey, hey, how are you. I'm good you? Yeah I'm good, what you up to, nm, same...And let the conversation die...

“Yeah I'm good, how you doing?”

“Cool, yeah can't complain”

“Cool, so what you up to..”

“Not much, listening to music and waiting for the England game.”

“Ah cool, what you listening to... And ha-ha England suck :P “

“Umm just a band called The Beatles lol , and hey they don't suck…“

“Oh, I've never really listened to them..” she responds, this doesn’t surprise me, not many people our age do, thinking to myself, god Justin Bieber may as well be the poster-boy for the death of music. “..And ha-ha just a little..”

Trying to place Katie in my mind I struggle to remember that much about her, thinking hard back to previous lessons when I've looked around…I think she sits at the back..Trying to picture her face I remember it’s Facebook, no need to struggle thinking as I open her profile and click the picture. Ah there we go...Katie...The kinda cute half Scottish girl.

Looking at the picture, at 5ft 4 she's a little shorter than me, but her body and face have a natural beauty, her chestnut brown hair waving down to the middle of her back and her Hazel brown eyes drawing you in. Snapping back to reality I realise a few minutes have passed ..

“Ah you should , there pretty good, well the best but.. That's not an argument to get into lol. Mm tell you what if they don't win this game I'm going to be inclined to agree with you.” Looking over my shoulder as the game kicks off, there already just passing it around aimlessly. brilliant...

Returning to the conversation I add , “so what you doing ?”

“Listening to music too... The Wanted XD”

“Lol ah, and you talk about England sucking ha-ha :P”

Lightly teasing her, but hey it seems like she’s up for a laugh so why not..

“Hey now, The Wanted are a great band..“

“Lol, up for a bet on how long it takes them to come out the closet...;)” I say raising the bar as I see what her reaction will be, I'm only playing around and my friends accept that but anyone new has to put up with a trial of fire, if they like me they’re going to put up with it.. If not.. Ah well, you can't please everyone...

Katies POV

“Lol, up for a bet on how long it takes them to come out of the closet…;)”

Ugh! is he kidding me!

“The Wanted are not gay, and never will be…not one of them…they are way too sexy to be gay…haven’t you noticed…=P”

“uh no, I’m not one for rating other guys, especially ones that are just clearly gay by looking at them =P”

Ah, he’s lucky imp laughing with this, no one insults my babies and gets away with it. Wait I’m laughing, I haven’t been this way in a while, it’s always nice to be taking to someone new. Why have I never spoke to Jack before?

The conversation pretty much carries on with him insulting The Wanted and just going on to talk about biology.

“ah looks like I’m going to have to agree with you =/” he randomly say mid conversation, confused I ask him what he’s on about.

“England do in fact suck, they just lost two – one =( you were right…”

“haha England suck…XD”

“=(“

“sorry but its true and you agreed =P” I say with a little bit of sympathy.

We carry on talking about anything and everything really. Realizing it was now dark outside I look at my clock. Wow, half 11! Jack and I have been talking for over three hours, how is that possible, we just really said hi to each other for the first time tonight.

O well, nothing to complain about. I go onto his facebook page to look at his picture, realizing that for the past couple of hours I haven’t been able to put a face to the name.

Looking at his picture I can help but think he’s not that bad looking.He looks not that much taller than me, about 5 ft 9 I would say, athletic built but with just subtle muscles visible. He has short dark blonde hair going brown at the roots, slightly spiked. His eyes a stunning blue/green colour. The type that you just can’t stop looking into.

“Katie, I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.” I hear my mum pull me from my thoughts. I look around and she’s standing at my door looking at me, “Come darling, you have to go back to college tomorrow”

“OK mum, Good Night” I respond as she walks away. Gosh almost 18 and still being sent to bed, what a joke haha.

I go back to the conversation with Jack. “ok so it’s pretty late, I’m off to bed, being forced back into college tomorrow haha. Maybe talk to you in class sometime.”

“yeah I was just thinking the same thing, and haha aw, yeah you should sleep then. Yeah definitely”

“Good Night Jack =)”

“Night Katie =)”

Logging off and climbing into bed I can’t help but think of Jack.