The Girl With The Blue Converse

Chapter I- Lemonadie

I sat hopelessly on the corner of my sidewalk waiting for a single car to stop. Of course none did. A heavy weight middle school girl with glasses selling lemonade wasn't exactly an appeal stop and get refreshed.

Lost in my train of thoughts I most didn't see the first customer. My almost first customer was a six-year-old boy who lived down my block. The only reason why I recognized him was because of his glasses. He never spoke either.

"How much." The little boy said tersely.

"Uh... one dollar. I will accept four quarters, ten dimes, twenty nickels, or-" I started saying before I got cut off.

"Here." The boys' little hand dropped a wrinkly dollar bill on my card table.

"Okay.." I picked it up and set Mr. Washington in my cash pouch.

"How does it taste?" The boy moved a tricycle that I didn't notice before.

"Lemonadie?" I smirked and handed him a cup of lemonade.

The boy took a sip of the lemonade, made a sour face, set the cup down, and left. I watch the tricycle slowly grow smaller and smaller when I saw a name plate hang from the back of it.

"Leo." I said to myself as I read the plate.

I tap my pen on the table to the rhythm of a Taylor Swift song when I see the 'popular boys' from my school skate towards my stand. Freezing up, I look around for a place to hide. I concluded to hide under the table. Sitting quietly I waited for the sound of skateboards to fade away, but they didn't. The noise got closer and closer, and I covered my ears.

"Cameron she was just here I swear." one of the boys said.

"Come one lets just go." Another boy said.

I hear footsteps come around the table and I scrunch up.

"Well hello Mia." The first boy said.

Woah they actually know my name.

"What are you doing down there?" The other boy said as he crouched down.

I froze, "uh I lost my contact." Oh my gosh Mia! You're literally wearing glasses right now.

Two other boys crouched down. The third one was hot. And I mean hot.

"Haha. That's a good one." The hot guy said.

"Uh huh thanks." I pushed up my glasses with two fingers.

"Can we get some lemonade now?"

I nodded and stood up. Trying to be social I attempted to start a conversation.

"So what's your guys' uh names?" I poured some lemonade into the cups. I knew I've seen them at school, I've just never actually known their names.

"Marco, Polo, and Molo." One of the guys jokingly said.

"I'm Cameron." Said the cute one. His dark brown hair was gelled into position. Green eyes and tan skin, who couldn't resist him?

"Trey," the second one said unwillingly, "my twin brother, Gray." Trey and Gray did not look alike. Trey was slim with chunky cheeks, and Gray was chunky all around.

I nodded uncomfortably, again, not great in socializing.

"Wanna get your bike and ride with us?" Gray said.

Trey shot him a glare but Cameron didn't seem to mind.

"You should come." Cameron handed me five dollars and hopped up into his bike.

"Oh I'm good, thanks anyways." I smiled and sat back down in my chair.

Trey "accidentally" bumped off one of my pitchers of ice on the grass.

"Oh I'm sorry." He pretended to care.

"It's fine I got it." I bent over to scavenge my ice and the pitcher from the ground. As I continued to pick up, Trey slapped my butt.

I shoot up and glare at him, "jerk." And taking the pitcher of grassy ice, I threw it on him.

Trey acted quickly and rebounded with throwing my lemonade at me.

Cameron, saw what Trey did, hopped off his bike, and threw my pound of sugar at Trey. But instead of hitting Trey, it hit Gray. And war was on.

Sugar, lemons, water, and more were thrown around and the three guys and I ended up in a sticky mess laughing on the ground.

"Worth it." Trey laughed.

I don't know if this is considered a beginning of a friendship or not, but if it is, this is going to be crazy.