Nathaniel's View:
You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one.
I sighed, throwing my head backwards, letting the soothing sound of John Lennon's voice play through my ears. It was hot. And when I say hot, I mean hot. I was dressed in a white wife beater, blue jeans, and I was walking around barefoot.
Can you blow my whistle, baby?
Whistle, baby, let me know
Girl, I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle, baby?
Whistle, baby, here we go
The song change and I couldn't help but chuckle. This song was so inappropriate, it was funny.
"Hey, bro!" shouted a voice. Taking my ear buds out, I turned my head to the source of the voice.
"Hey Spencer," I waved, hopping off of the hood of my truck and walking towards him.
"Dude," he laughed, clutching his sides. "Did Alex really spill her drink all over you?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, rubbing the back of my neck. "All I did was tap her shoulder and she freaked out."
"Priceless!" Spencer chuckled, punching my shoulder. "But, dude, she's deaf. What do you expect her to do, talk to you?"
"Um...I guess not."
It got really awkward then, and I cleared my throat. Spencer caught my gaze and he sighed.
"Listen bro," he sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair. "You've known her ever since we moved here. I mean...you hit her with a football for Christ's sakes! You should've known she would've acted like that.''
"It's not my fault!" I defended. "I tapped her shoulder and she threw her drink on me."
Spencer rolled his eyes and waved his hand in front of his face.
"Can we go in your house?" he asked. "It's terribly hot."
"Tell me something I don't know," I laughed, walking towards my house.
"Well, your hair looks ridiculous," he stated.
Opening the door, I waited until he was about to pass me. At the last minute, I stuck my foot out in front of him and watched as he fell to the ground. His head snapped towards me, his brown eyes locked in a glare.
"Dick," he hissed, pushing himself off the ground.
"And iot's ten inches," I winked, walking to the refrigerator.
Grabbing two colas, I tossed him one and popped mine. I took a swig and then placed it on the counter.
"So," I said, dragging out the 'o'. "Did Alex tell you what happened?"
"Didn't we just have this discussion?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I trailed off.
I bit my bottom lip and swirled my cola around in its bottle. I wanted to tell him about Laura's party, but I couldn't. I mean, it was his sister for Christ's sake.
"Call of Duty?" I questioned.
"FIRST PLAYER!" he shouted, already running towards the living room.
"You're anything but a player," I rolled my eyes.
None the less, I ran after him and plopped down on my couch. Grabbing the black remote, I waited for him to turn everything on.
"Bro," he said, nudging me.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm so gonna whip your ass."
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Yᴇs, ʏᴇs. I ᴋɴᴏᴡ. Iᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ. Pʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ. Nᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴇ. Aɴʏᴡᴀʏs....I'M BACK BABY. I'ᴍ ᴏɴ Sᴘʀɪɴɢ Bʀᴇᴀᴋ, sᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅs. Pʟᴜs ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ 'Fᴀᴋɪɴɢ Nᴏʀᴍᴀʟɪᴛʏ'. Cʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʏᴇᴀʜ?
-B.A.D.
