Angel Boy

Angel Boy: Chapter 8

Chapter 8 (Angel Boy)

“You are absolutely crazy!”

“I know,” Warren replied, with a shrug.

We were in his backyard, swinging on his homemade swings. “Have you gotten into many fights?” I asked curiously.

Warren gave me a sly smile. “Maybe.”

I laughed. “Okay, but seriously. How many?”

“About… Four times? They were all with Jake.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Really? Wow.”

Warren laughed. “What about you, little miss innocence? Have you gotten into any fights?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Just your basic friend fights… Without the fists.”

Warren laughed. All of sudden, I looked around and saw the tree. Remembering what we talked about on the boat, I gave him a sly smile. “What?” he asked, wondering why I was looking at him that way.

“Remember when you took me out at night on the canoe? We played confession and you told me about the tree and your journal…” I said, trailing off.

Warren nodded. “Yeah? What about it?”

I gave him a knowing look, which Warren returned with an embarrassed look. “No way! That thing is private,” he said, shaking his head.

I pouted at him, showing off my bottom lip. “Please?” I pleaded, stopping my swing.

Warren stopped his swing too, biting his lip as he looked at me. Finally, he rolled his eyes, sighing. “Fine. Get me that shovel over there,” he said, nodding towards the shovel near the garden.

I gave him an excited smile as I skipped towards the shovel. I took it back to him and he yanked it out of my grasp. “If I’m going to show you this, you have to show me your tattoo,” he said, grumpily.

I was about to say no when I realized that saying no would probably mean I won’t ever get to see his journal. I sighed, nodding. “Okay.”

Warren smirked as he shoveled in a spot near the tree. I waited patiently, picturing whatever could be in it. Crushes, maybe? All of his dirty little secrets I would love to hear.

Finally, I heard his shovel thud against something. “Got it,” Warren said, dropping his shovel and reaching in to grab a small shoebox.

He opened up the lid and took out a small, dark blue notebook. He started flipping through the pages. I saw his face of embarrassment and disgust as he looked through the contents. “Ugh, this is so weird,” he said, shaking his head.

I smiled. “It’s cute! Let me read!”

Warren sighed, giving it to me. “You know, I never showed anyone before. You would be the first.”

I smiled at him. A genuine smile. “Thank you.”

Warren laughed. “Just quickly read through it. I cannot wait to see that tattoo,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.

I quickly scanned the pages. I saw little notes here and there about what he did that day or what he ate. As I read through it more, I saw pages about Danielle, how she was really good looking and that he wanted to be with her. I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. Warren rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh out loud. Go ahead,” he said.

I shook my head. “This is really sweet. I see you wrote about Danielle in here, though,” I said, showing him the page.

Warren rolled his eyes. “I was such a corny kid back then.”