Me the tomboy, crushing on the sweet cute guy?

Chapter Five

I sighed as he lead me to his 2010 black Honda fit. Seriously? Isn’t this sort of a chick’s car? Whoa, my dream car is more manlier than that. Eh, everyone has their preferences.  I got into the back seats of the car .It feels homey inside this car, for some reason. Aw how cute he has a little Tv in the back of the passenger seat!

 It’s okay, I guess. I prefer more bigger cars you know? SUV’s and trucks. One that I would like to have gotten for my birthday, which everyone forgot. IT’S TODAY!

I just tend to feel trapped in these cars, like there’s no escape and I want to bang the walls of this car with my fists down just so I can breathe. In this condition I don’t feel that way, I feel like I belong here? Okay, okay, I think we drank a bit too much Nyquil.

 Lol In my mind I’m going to call his car, “ The shoe.”

 It’s funny how a dumb car distracts me from my feelings, I didn’t even remember I was feeling hurt, emotionally. I looked to the window and saw a girl on a motorcycle, it was dark blue with black, honestly I don’t know what brand it is. I don’t really study motorcycles and stuff.

She looked sick riding it, with her hair blowing behind her, with her black helmet on with a big lipstick kiss sticker on the top in pink.cropped black leather jacket and white wife beater.

   One day I’m going to learn how to ride a motorcycle, for sure. If driving gives me an adrenaline rush imagine a motorcycle!

I wonder what Caden’s thinking. Oh right, he’s probably talking  to her intellectually with his goddamn mate. I bet she’s beautiful. Blonde with ocean blue eyes, skin with a tint of tan, and a nice figure. Figures. I’m probably the exact opposite, light brown/dark caramel, weird eyes, small pupils due to my bad vision, I have average breasts. Not fat, not skinny. And a slight bigger for my body shape hips.

I have muscle though, not outrages muscle but my calves are very defined and I have muscle in my arms, you can’t really tell until I flex.

 Sports, eat like a pig, burn it off by playing your main sport and you don’t get fat. Ha that’s what I do.

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We arrived to I believe is his house. I looked around and took in the neighbor hood. Hm, the bad side of tlown, eh? I looked around to the house at the end of the corner where in the front porch steps their stood a gang about 6 Norteños . I then walked to the backseats of the car and unclipped Neo from the baby seat and took him into my arms as gently as I could seeing he was asleep.

          “Sh…Sh….” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him trying to make him as warm as I can compared to the cold night air.

 The house he lived in was a mix of browns house old styled one floored Victorian house. It’s in good condition, with an inviting home look the front yard was very prettily kept. It had different type of rose bushes  assorted at the sides with short and good conditioned green grass, and then a stone path for you to walk into the house.

  This sure is different where I live, but I’m not complaining. Hey I might actually fit in here.

  I honestly don’t want to be here, well not in his house anyway. So I can watch them confess their love for watchtower and make out in front of me? Pass. There should be a park near here. I’ll shoot hoops to get my mind off stuff.

    Crap I didn’t bring my boxing gear or my basketball. Oh right, when you’re basically forced to come here you don’t really have an option, do you?

   Cow dung, either he’s going to bring me my stuff from home or he’s going to buy me it. Jerk! Ouch what the hell? Talk about a heart burn. Must’ve been the horrible hospital food.