Walking home, I passed the docks. I looked out at the water, and the sunlight that glinted off of it. I stared up at the clouds and the birds above me. I heard the familiar sounds of masculine laughter flocking from behind me. I turned to see none other than the Carroll boy and his mob of followers. They were so hilarious just by the way that they acted. They didn’t seem all stuck up and bitchy like the girls at school had been. But, then again, I had always enjoyed hanging around with guys rather than girls. They were funnier, and more attractive.
One of the taller guys with more muscles, was carrying a bottle with bright yellow fluid in it. The shorter boy, who seemed to be of a different race, was carrying a small white towel. “What the hell?!” I thought to myself. I squinted at the bottle’s label until I realized that it read, “Lysol”. I smirked a bit and snickered, now that I knew what they were up to. “How cute…” I commented sarcastically to myself.
I looked around the dock again, taking in the scenery. Then I stared down at the large, plastic, bright pink watch around my wrist. I had awhile before my grandmother would be expecting me home. The temptation to stay was too strong. I sat on a bench near the back of the boat that was yet to take off. Unzipping my bag, I pulled out a bright purple sketch book and a few pencils. Gazing out into the horizon, I began to draw lines of the rippling water and shaping the back of the boat, curving the letters of its name. I knew why I had stayed. I knew it wasn’t to draw the beautiful Manhattan landscaping. Maybe, if I stayed there a little longer, I’d get to see them again. Hell, I didn’t even know any of their first names, but that didn’t seem to matter. I was drawn to them, fascinated by them. I wanted to talk with them and know more. Yet, in reality, if they were to actually walk past her, she wouldn’t know what to do let alone say. Even if I could just watch them for awhile, I would be happy. Because really, there was nothing else better for me to do. Being in a new place, where I knew no one, I had to find some way to entertain myself. So, if trading bird watching for boy watching was a way to end my boredom, then so be it.
After about fifteen minutes, I had almost finished my drawing. Suddenly, I heard some yelling and continuous foot falls, sounding something like that of a miniature stampede. I quickly whipped my head around to see what was coming. “Fuck you little prick!” I heard a man scream. “What the…” I mumbled to myself. I watched as the entire group of guys ran past, laughing and yelling. I smirked as I watched their comical get away.
Following just at their heels was a short, fat, Mexican man. "Yeah you'd better run! Ungrateful p-pricks!" He panted, wiping some slop off his brow. "Is that... puke in his hair?" I thought to myself, confused.
I was quite surprised when the man waddled over to me. "Did you see where those assholes went?!" He asked. "Uhm..." I stammered. This was my chance. "T-That way." I pointed in the opposite direction the boys had taken. "They went that way." "Thanks a bunch lady!" He hollered, still out of breath and continuing to run off in the direction that I had pointed him.
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I laughed at him as he hobbled off. "What a jerk..." I chuckled, beginning to pack up my things. A roar of laughter came from behind a nearby dumpster. All four guys tumbled out from behind it.
