Pretty Please With a Cherry On Top

Sherry

2:56 pm August 23 2007

We walked in the park for almost the rest of the day. We'd been walking in the park for a while and just talking. Sometimes walking in comfortable silence. We walked and walked for what felt like minutes and days all the same time. But just being next to him was relaxing and comfortable. 

If I'm being honest yes, at first it was odd but soon it was just like hanging out with an old friend. I've never felt more comfortable.

"So, do you have a time you need to be home?" He says while looking out at the trees in front of the sunset. 

"No. Not really. My mom is gone and so is my dad" Then I paused after saying that. "I meant gone as in work or away from home. My parents aren't dead" I cleared up the air.

"Hm." He tends to say that a lot when he can't form words of his own.

"You say that a lot don't you George?" I remarked smirking at him.

"Yeah I guess so. Some times I just don't know how to form my words. You feel?"

I knew it. But that's not the point. I want to know more about him. It feels like he knows everything about me but I know nothing about him. He only answers what I ask him. There's no extra facts or much small talk. He really only answers when I talk to him. Don't ask don't tell type stuff.

"I should be getting home." I tell him.

"All alone? I thought you said you're parents weren't home." He looks at me puzzled.

"Well, they aren't but I can stay home alone." It wasn't really that big of a deal to be home alone. I'm 15 years old I can be in my own house alone.

"Well at least let me walk you home Sherry." He's cute. I didn't know he was a gentleman like that.

"I-I don't know. I think I can get home by myself just fine, thank you." Mom would kill me if she found out a guy ever came by the house. Even just dropping me off would put her in a frenzy.

He's giving me puppy dog eyes. What's that look for?

"Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" He whines. Fuck why does he have to be so cute? This isn't fair. Not fair at all. 

"I don't think my mom would appreciate that very much. She doesn't want boys by the house  you see..." I trail off in a fit of embarrassment.

"Please Sherry," He whispers in my ear, "Please give me one chance..." I blush like crazy. There's no way that he's doing this to me right now. It's so fucking hot.

"I mean it's just walking me to my house right?" This could be the best decision of my life, or the worst.

"Exactly." He looks me in my eyes as he says it in a low tone. "Show me the way, Cherry."