The Boy in the Park

Chapter 1

Author's note (wow I feel so fancy doing this)- Hi. This is my first story, so don't judge me. Also, I didn't mark it as mature, but there is swearing in it. If you don't feel comfortable with reading swears, you probably shouldn't read this....

Another thing: I know the chapters are pretty short right now, but as the story progresses the chapters will get longer. Now without any further ado, welcome to my story :D

"Sienna! Get up! It's already 10 in the morning! Go take a walk or something!"

I heard my mom, I mean, she was yelling at the top of her lungs right outside my door. Instead of listening to her and actually getting up, I just turned over in my bed, pulled the covers over my face, and tried to fall back asleep. No such luck.

"I know you heard me, young lady. I want you to brush your teeth, wash your face and then go for a walk in the park. You can have breakfast after."

Why in the world was my mom making me get up on the first day of summer break at 10? 10 AM?! I was expecting to at least sleep in until 1 pm, at even that seemed pretty early to me.

I was so freaking tired from all the late nights, last minute studying for exams, the late night phone calls/Skype calls with my friends, and the fact that Youtube exists.

The last thing I wanted to was to outside, or move at all. But I new it was only a matter of time before my mom came into my room, and there was no use trying to fight her. She always, somehow or another, made me do things I didn't want to do.

"GET UP NOW!" My mom practically shrieked.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned, and rolled out of bed. I could hardly open my eyes.

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15 Minutes later, I was standing outside my house, on the porch, in a pretty bad mood.

If I was taking a walk, I wasn't leaving without my phone, a book, headphones, my sketchbook, and a pencil and eraser. I guess my mom was worried about my overall health and fitness, since I stayed in my room so much and only came out of it to make french fries, which I usually carried up to my room to eat in my bed.

We moved to this area a couple a months ago from across the city. This new area was constantly under construction. New houses were always being built, because I lived in a relatively new housing development.

It annoyed me to no end. I didn't really like being outdoors too much, but that didn't mean I enjoyed looking out the window to see an absolutely amazing view (note the sarcasm) of bulldozers and piles and piles of dirt. It was also annoying when I left my window open to get some fresh air (air out the smell of nail polish after attempting to paint my nails and probably getting a headache from the fumes), and the construction workers decided to start using their loudest house building equipment.

With all this in mind, I set out to walk to the nearby park, which actually was surrounded by forest and fields, so it didn't look like shit. I plugged in my headphones to my phone and started playing music. I didn't really mind walking, actually. And there was a nice breeze, so I wasn't scorching.

Getting lost in the music, the 15 minute walk to the park seemed like 5 minutes.

I walked into the park and spotted a nice wooden bench. It was by the biking path, and had a tree near it to offer some shade. I sat down. It was nice. This part of the park had pretty bad signal, so I could sit down and read or sketch without any distraction from my cell phone.

Not many people were at the park. For the first 10 minutes I was there, there was basically no one. I guess most people had normal mothers who didn't wake up at the crack of dawn (okay, like 9 during summer break) and force them to be active. After getting through 2 chapters in my book, I set it down and looked around. The scenery was amazing. The trees had vibrant green leaves that were swaying in the wind. The dandelions that had inevitably popped up around the green grass looked so cheerful. There were birds perched on some of the branches, their weight so little that even the ones on the thin branches barely bent them. I had never been that into nature and running around it forests or anything, but the nature was beautiful.

There was another person here now. He was a guy, around my age. He was at the other side of the park. Pretty tall, light brown hair, and I couldn't exactly see his eye colour or anything, but I could tell his face was friendly, and very attractive. He was walking his dog, an (extremely adorable) golden retriever.

I could already feel myself starting to get nervous and self conscious. I came here in random shorts I dug out of my dresser and an old t-shirt, my hair was kinda gross and in a messy bun, and I had no makeup on. But hey, I didn't know there would be a super hot guy in the park. I thought I was just gonna see little kids here, and maybe some old people.

Maybe we would get together and I would turn super hot and I could text him and he would call me and-

No. Stop it Sienna. Stop it now.

I always did this. I always got way ahead of myself. I didn't know him, and I probably never would. And besides, he probably thought I was extremely unattractive, and not worth a second glance, with the way I looked at the moment.

I was just some random weird looking girl in the park, while he was trying to walk his dog, get home, and probably call up his (also extremely attractive and talented) girlfriend and go on a date with her.

I went back to my book, but after reading the same page 3 times, I realized it was no use. I was getting distracted by the guy. And that was bad. I pulled out my sketchbook. Drawing took a lot more concentration, so it would take my mind of it.

I focused on the main outline of the trees, keeping the lines pretty faint until I got the look I wanted. I outlined the trunks of the trees, the pattern of the bark, any knotholes or other details, and some of the leaves. I added in a squirrel I saw in one of the trees, just for fun. I tried to get lost in the sketching, and it kind of worked, for a while.

But I really wanted to look up again, and see what the hot guy was doing. The more I tried not to think about it, the more I wanted to look up. Was he still here? Was he near me? I tried to ignore the urge, but eventually I glanced up. He was closer now, and I saw that he was looking at me.

Wait. Me? Why was he looking at me? We were making eye contact now.

His eyes were perfect. Unlike any other pair of eyes I had ever seen in my life. They were a blue green color, that I could tell were the kind of eyes that could change depending on how he felt. I wonder what he thought of my eyes. He probably thought they were boring, since I just had brown eyes, and everyone has brown eyes.

I smiled, to try to break the awkward tension. He smiled and waved back at me.

Holy shit. His smile changed his whole face. If I thought he looked friendly before, when he smiled it made him look so... warm, and open. He looked like someone you could tell everything to.

I looked back at my sketchbook. I was starting to flip out again.

But I had to stop. This was going to get me no where. He was just a random guy, in a random park. And although he probably lived in the neighbourhood, there was a very slim chance we would ever see each other again.

I turned up my music louder, and looked back to my sketchbook. I forced myself to focus on the shading of the shadows.

About 20 minutes later, I looked up, and looked around the park. The guy was gone.

I didn't know why I felt so sad about it.