Chapter One: The Swingset
Another dim afternoon. Alone. I thought about how other things in this world that are just as alone and lost as me. Hm. Just what I thought, nothing. I sighed as I walked down 4th avenue. As I was walking, thought to myself, “Look at yourself, Ian. You’re 14, no girlfriend, or even any other friends to keep you company.” I was about to sigh again until I Iifted my head.
I was at the park. A small, inner city park that lied in the centre of downtown Puyallup. There was a small area for picnics, a small soccer field, and then there was a small playground that I used to go to when I was little. It was at that very same playground that I spotted her. A thin, frail face, bright pink hair that rested upon her frail shoulders, ivory skin, rose pink cheeks, and sparkling gray eyes. I must have looked like a startled goldfish with my mouth agape like I had it. She was sitting on the swings playing with the snow beneath her feet… her bare feet. Now that I mention it, she didn’t have very warm clothes on at all. A short black skirt ended at her mid-thigh, neon pink leg warmers crawled up her calf, and a neon pink tank top basically made up her whole outfit. The warmest looking piece of clothing she had on was a knitted cap that looked like a panda’s little face.
After standing on the sidewalk for a while, I built up enough courage to sit on the empty swing that hung next to her, despite how nervous I was. My hands must have sweated enough to fill a swimming pool with. Before I could say anything she spoke,” My name is Marcelline, I thought you might have been dying to know that.” she said, still observing the fresh snow beneath her feet. Without thinking I mindlessly responded back, “Well, uh, hi. I’m Ian. Er, nice to meet you.” Then she looked at me. Her eye truly are beautiful. They glistened in the pale light from the streetlamps. I was amazed by her beauty. She is even better up close. She held out her hand. Her fingers are very thin, and you could tell she chews on her nails. Her black nail polish was beginning to peel off. But none of that mattered to me, and I reached out and shook her hand, a wide grin on my face. Her skin is so soft and warm, I wish I could hold it forever. But then she let go. I was upset but I kept grinning, I didn’t want her to see that I was upset. “It’s very nice to meet you.” she said.
“The pleasure is all mine.”
“So now I give you pleasure? Cheeky monkey.” She said with a big grin.
“No, I, er, didn’t mean, um, that.”
I just couldn’t think of what to say. How could I prove that I wasn’t a perv? But before I could say anything, she laughed and said,” I was only kidding, you know. I wasn’t being serious at all.”
Oh, thank god she doesn’t think I’m a pervert. Actually, since she found the innuendo in my words, that makes her the pervert. “Oh, did I make the wrong impression?” She said with a fading smirk. I didn’t know what to say. “Look, let’s start over.” She said as she held her hand out to me once more.
“Hello, my name is Marcelline. I am a proper girl who does not make remarks of how she gives boys pleasure.” She said in a British accent. I smiled, she really is funny, and also my type. I thought of ways to nonchalantly ask if she has a boyfriend or not. But decided not to, since that would make me sound desperate.
“So, uh, my name is Ian, and I am also 14.” Doing good so far. I’m not blabbing any nonsense, and my voice isn’t cracking either, which tends to happen when I’m nervous.
“Ian. That’s a nice name. Very short too, I wish mine was that snappy.”
“Snappy? Like a catchy name or something?”
“Yes. What else would I mean? That your name reminds me of a snapping turtle?”
“Maybe.”
“Well then, that settles it. Your name is now officially turtle-boy.”
“Yeah. Turtle-boy the crime fighting reptile.”
She laughed. I can’t believe it. I made a girl laugh. Typically I tell a girl a joke and she either thinks I’m crazy or thinks that I have serious issues and need to see a doctor. This is really the first time a girl laughed. Amazing.
Marcelline and I sat and talked for what seemed like ages. But I didn’t mind. I could talk to her for years on end without stopping, figuratively of course, otherwise I would die. As we talked I kept looking into her eyes. I love her eyes. I just can’t stop looking at them. They mesmerize me. I think the reason why they are so amazing is because they are gray. I don’t think I have ever seen gray eyes before.
Before I knew it, the sun began to set. That’s one thing I hate about living in Washington. The sun sets so early in the winter. It’s terrible. Marcelline, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind. She stood up and walked onto the sidewalk, and then she turned and looked at me.
“Come on” she said, and motioned me over to where she was standing. I stood up and walked over the crunchy snow that lay beneath my feet.
“I don’t live that far.” She said, smiling. “But you should walk me home, just in case.”
I know she was just using that as an excuse to continue talking to me. Maybe she wants me to snog her. Although she doesn’t seem desperate, so I highly doubt she would really want to do anything. I still cross my fingers, just in case.
We were silent the whole way. We would occasionally look at each other, but that was about it. That went on for fifteen minutes or so, until we reached her apartment. I was a nice apartment, not fancy, but not all run down and gross, either. We went inside, walked up the stairs to the 4th floor, and then stood in front of her front door. I looked at it, and read the white letters that were engraved into the door. It read: Apartment #305. After observing her door, I turned and looked at her. She was grinning, and looking directly into my eyes.
“Well, here we are.” She said, motioning towards the door. “Thanks for walking me home”
“It’s not a problem. I don’t live too far from here anyways.” I lied.
“Oh, okay. That’s good.” She beamed.
Then it fell silent for a few moments. We just looked at the walls, then our feet, then back to the walls. Then she looked right into my eyes again and said, “I better be going. See you another time.” Then she gave me a little kiss on the cheek. Not like the kind you get from relatives, it was a nice, warm kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. After that, she unlocked her door and went inside. After a I came to my senses, I thought, “How will we see each other again if I can’t even call her?” But then, as if she could hear my thoughts, a white piece of paper slid under the door. It was her phone number. I smiled, then began walking home.
“Ian,” I thought to myself,” I think you just found yourself a girlfriend.”
Author's notes:
Hello there! You are currently reading my new novel, Just another nobdy. I hope you liked it. The idea has been floating around my brain for a while. The whole purpose I wrote this book was to give me something to do in the summer. Considering I have little to no attention span, this was really something hard to do. I never finished the first chapter until now, but don't worry, I will make sure to get the 2nd chapter done within the next few weeks, and the novel should be done by the end of the year (Hopefully). Anyways, I made the storyline and everything, so I already know where everything is going. It might surprise you. I might not. Who knows? :l
Anyways, I'm going to go ahead and go now, but be sure to become a fan to keep up with any new chapters!
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