Janurary 2nd, 2012 (16)
"I have boobs." I say to Evan as we walk down the hallway of my school. The kids most likely got back from partying only hours before, due to the 'holiday' that was barely seven hours ago. "I have boobs and you don't. I'm a women, me."
Evan, sluggish and tall, walked next to her, grasping his thin notebook and glaring at the tiled floor. "Well," he said as if talking was the hardest thing in the entire world. "I'm happy for you, I think?"
I look at my friend as we stop for a moment at the edge of the walkway and he lowers himself to steal a slurp from the drinking fountain. Evan's adam's apple bobs awkwardly along his throat as he takes hearty drinks. "Where's your sass, Mr. Evan? I'm happy, you have to be happy too."
My boobs weren't as attention grabbing as my chubby hips and ass were, but I felt more confident with them. It took too long to snag them from Jesus or Buddha or whoever gives them away. So now, as dumb and sad as it may sound, having boobs means I'm no longer a girl.
I shed my shell and whatnot.
Evan pushed back his hair and fingered the Sleep out of his eyes, the green enemy glob that was very gross and noticeable on Evan's slightly grayish skin. "Internally I'm happy that you have some decent melons now, but babe, I never partied so hard in my entire life last night."
"Last night?" I question with a cheeky smile.
He paused before grinning, "well, two hours ago I was vomiting in Steven's pool."
"Classy."
Present (17 and almost 18)
Okay, she internally breathed, just go out there and grab Evan, then eat cookies. That plan seemed easy enough, but Maple felt like it wasn't going to be very basic. She walked back to the generous home to shut the slider door all the way, if she were going to get kidnapped by little wood nymphs, she should atleast save the Po's air conditioning.
When she got to the edge of the forest she looked inside its depths, still a bit curious but not afraid of the gutteral growl she heard, the only thing that met her eyes were trees with dark, dancing leaves, and the small shrub falling prey to the heavy winds. Maple's hair was flying about too, the storm that would be arriving soon seemed to already hate her hair. The woods in the county were known for its grimm fairy tales effect, dark, cool and dank, it was considered home of the ghosts, or something silly.
Maple wrapped her arms around herself.
"Evan?" She called again, walking forth and stepping over a fallen log. Maybe she should just wait until he comes back into the house, she'll wait there and watch Avengers or something to pass the time. But she felt a nagging thought in her head that that wouldn't be very loyal. She also felt like she was being too cautious, Maple only heard a growl, that was it, it wasn't like she saw a whole pack of famished rogues.
Rogues, she realized with a frozen, slack-jawed face. That only made her desire her other plan to actually work.
"Evan!" She began to run.
Evan pushed his hands into his capris and hunched his thin shoulders, pouting and Edward Cullen broody. He grimaced, if he were Edward Cullen brooding, he'd jump in the sunlight, wallow in self-hatred, then kill his immortal ass.
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