Walk the Line

1 - The Time Where She Realizes He's Kind of Cute

1 – The Time Where She Realizes He's Kind of Cute

Being a Biggs wasn't always so bad, if you liked a noisy home always full of people and messes. I, however, didn't always like a noisy home full of people and messes. I guess it was only fitting that Biggs was our last name because we were, well, a big family. There was my oldest brother, Kyle, then my older sister Carolina. I was the true middle child, with Allison and Garrett younger than me. There were five of us Biggs kids, seven if you counted Chunk, our English bulldog and Pepper, our cocker spaniel, which we usually did.

"What'sa matter, Eleanor?" Ford Hudson, Kyle's best friend asked. He was sitting at the island, eating my cereal, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He always had this 'I'm better than you' smirk on his face and I couldn't stand the guy. Ford Hudson was kind of hot stuff in our small town. His dad was the only mechanic and tow truck service in town, and named his son after his favorite brand of cars. It was only fitting that Ford grew up more of a Chevy guy.

"What's the matter? The matter is Kyle was supposed to pick me up from AV Club an hour ago. And that's my cereal," I met his brown eyes and stared at the devil himself.

"Oh shit...Did you call Kyle and remind him?" he asked.

"Seven times," I said.

"Oops, well, you didn't call me," he shrugged.

"Ford, please explain to me why I would have your phone number? We aren't friends, we don't text back and forth like old pals...Besides, if I needed you, I know where to find you since you never seem to go to your own home!" I said, raising my voice at the end.

"Somebody's a little grumpy, that they got left behind, aren't they? Is your middle child syndrome acting up?" he taunted. I could just scream, he knew I hated it when he accused me of having the supposed middle child syndrome.

"Ford, I just walked five miles to come home," I said, "Of course I'm a little grumpy."

"Isn't exercise supposed to cheer people up?" he asked.

"Ford, it's raining!" I said.

"So that's why you're wet," he smirked.

"Why else would I be wet?" I looked at him like he was an idiot.

"I don't know, maybe you looked at me," he winked. I looked at him confused, then it hit me.

"Gross! Ford! You're...That's disgusting! Oh God," I groaned, feeling my face heat up.

"What's gross?" my brother Kyle asked, coming in the room.

"Your freshman sister is just a little too innocent, that's all," Ford smirked.

"Stop trying to corrupt her," Carolina said, with her best friend, Leah, in tow. I liked Leah, more than I liked Ford, that's for sure, but I hated Leah when Ford was around. She had this blatantly obvious crush on Ford and all she could do was giggle like an airhead and find excuses to touch him. Ford, ate it up, but didn't seem too interested in her. It sure went to his ego, though.

"Mom told us to start cooking supper, Kyle, you're supposed to pick up the garage before dad sees it and gets ticked," Carolina instructed. The boys left for the garage and I helped Carolina start cooking.

"Do you think Ford would say yes if I asked him to Sadie Hawkins?" Leah asked, twirling her hair around her finger. Leah and Carolina were juniors while Kyle and Ford were seniors. I had just started my freshman year of high school, and it wasn't as easy as I'd anticipated.