"Just Friends?"

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Jamie:

He is going to be here soon. What do I do?

My grammies, friends, son was dropping off my grammies phone charger. She left it there.

I have seen a picture of him before. But never in real life. And im going out to get the phone charger.

Here goes nothing

*doorbell*

"Hi, Isaiah"
"Hi... Anna... wow..."

I don't know why he said wow.
I don't think it was me. Im wearing skinny jeans, a see through top, and a cami. I have my long wavy hair down, and im only wearing mascara, to myself, I look horrible.

"Wow? What was that" I say

"You... you are beautiful."

He says that, and I look at him puzzled. I am surly not beautiful, he must need his eyes checked, him on the other hand. He is wearing jeans, a t shirt, skate shoes, and a snap back hat. His face is just so... perfect. Not a blemish.
Mine on the other hand... I've got black heads everywhere and a couple of white heads.

I look at him and say "pft... nope, but you can come in."

He replies "okay, my mom is next door talking to her friend."

Did I mention, my grammie met his mom, because we bought there old house.

"Okay, do you want anything to drink... or eat?" I ask.

He tells me he is fine and we sit on the couch in silence.

I finally ask "how old are you?"

"15. 16 in October"

I then tell him "I'm14, 15 in October. The 21st, when is your birthday?"

He tells me his is the 22nd. A day after mine.

My grammie comes in and can clearly see that we are both bored to death so she suggests we go for a walk.

We walk aroundthe trailer park and barely talk. I catch him looking at me, but I catch him, because I am looking at him.

He brushes my hand as we are walking, my heart is racing.

I say in my head
"Not now. Let something good happen. Calm your crap."

It passes and he is holding my hand. I try not to breathe much, because I know my heart will race. I know my father would not approve.

We decide to sit on the grass feild, he lets go of my hand, and we sit side by side. I lay on my back and he joins me.

"Isaiah..." I start... sitting up,
But then something happens. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stop it.

I layed back down. And tried to stop it.

"Jamie, what is it?" He asks

I tell him "Call my grammie, tell her it's happening."
He calls and asks what's happening.

Before I can answer I start to seize. Isaiah freaks out. I black out.