The Iron giant: Hogarth meets Deirdre

Chapter two

Hogarth spotted a African American girl with light brown skin. She had pulled back black, curly hair and hazel eyes. She wore light blue jean overalls over a buttoned - up baby blue shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her pants legs were rolled over dark brown boots. She was helping her father bring in boxes from the trailer and was followed in her heels by a small dark brown and white dog.

This had to be Deidre, but all Hogarth could do was stare at the girl, mesmerized, blue eyes wide with wonder, his mouth slightly hung open. He couldn't help by think that the girl looked very pretty. Prettier than any other girl she saw in Rockwell, or basically ever(and she was black!).
A huge warmth flooded into his body and spread from head to toe, it feeling hottest in his face, and he could feel something like butterflies fluttering rapidly in his stomach. Never in his whole life had he felt a feeling like this one, so it was very new and slightly uncomfortable to him. Hogarth was speechless for quite some time for he mumbled something without thinking.
"Whoa, she's pretty...."

Hogarth slapped a hand against his mouth, blushing more than he already was. It was a good thing that Deidre couldn't hear him, because if she did, he would be the most embarrassed he been in his whole life. He wanted to sneak off without Deidre noticing but all he seemed to be stuck in place, not able to take his eyes off the young girl.

He was there for a while, watching Deidre going back and forth to carry boxes and furniture into the house. Eventually the girl was done, and sat against a tree drawing in a sketchbook. Her dog wandered around, his nose to the ground sniffing. It wasn't long before he came near the fence which Hogarth was hiding behind. The dog sniffed near the fence until he suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. He turned in a circle to locate the scent until he stopped right in front of Hogarth.

He must had caught his scent, Hogarth thought. He hoped that dog won't go looking for him further and turn the other direction, but he didn't. The dog started to bulge his head against the bottom part of fence until a small piece of the fence flipped up, and his head stuck on the other side where Hogarth was, also immediately spotting the boy, who held his breath and stood still. The dog stared at him with gleaming eyes until he yap a loud, friendly greeting.

"Shhhh! No, stop! Go away! Stop barking!" Hogarth desperately tried to shoo the small dog away, but he stayed where he was, barking, thinking he found himself a new friend. It wasn't long before Deidre heard her dog barking.
"Rover, what are you barking at on the other side of that fence? Is it another squirrel again?" Deidre stared to walk towards River to investigate. Hogarth tried and tried to make the dog go away, until he got out a Twinkie as a last resort.
"Here, boy. You can have this, just go away. Please."
Finally, Rover stopped barking and stared at the Twinkie, ears perked up. Then he happily snatched it out of his hand and barked a thank you, pulling back into the other side. Hogarth sighed with relief. Deidre saw that Rover was eating a Twinkie.
"So that's what you were barking about. Did someone give you that Twinkie on the other side? Let me check."

Hogarth gasped and fled behind a bush, taking his bike with him. There, he held his breath as Deidre popped her head into the other side, scanning the area for anyone's presence. Hogarth hoped that he wasn't detected by the girl. Luckily, she didn't detect the boy and stuck her head back into the other side.
"Well, no one's there as far as I know. Maybe someone just carelessly threw the Twinkie there."
She pondered for a moment, until she shrugged her shoulders and said,
"Oh, well. Come on, Rover." With that, Deidre picked up the small dog and headed towards her house. Hogarth watched her until she walked into the house and closed the door behind her. He then slid down against the fence and sighed deeply.
Never did he blush so hard, never did his stomach fluttered so hard. He knew he had to get out of there, so he got on his bike and hurried home.

Along the way, all that was in his head was the image of Deidre; her warm and vivid hazel eyes, her quiet yet high headed posture that showed a strong hint of self confidence (the non cocky kind, of course) and bright hopefulness, the sweet, gentle voice that so sounded almost music like, the slender build of her small body that swayed when she walk.
This continued until he got home (which was empty because because his mom was out shopping and Dean was at the scrapyard working), as he entered his bedroom and kicked off his shoes, and flung himself onto his bed
. No matter how hard he tried, Hogarth just couldn't stop thinking about Deidre, and it was driving him crazy!
"Oh god, what is happening to me?! Why can I stop thinking about her? I barley even know her! How am I able to tell Mom and Dean about this? It'll be so embarrassing."
Hogarth sighed and looked longingly at a picture of him and the iron giant in Dean's scrapyard.
"I wished Giant was here. It would be better telling about it. He'd try and understand."
Hogarth gazed at the pictures, missing his best friend Terribly. All he could think of now is Giant and the good time they had together. Comforted by these memories, Hogarth eventually fell asleep.
To be continued.....