The Bohemian Diaries

Chapter 4

A Boy Called Jesse

He's quite the rambler, but it was cute, so I scooted over and let him sit right next to me. It was a small bench, lucky for me his musky smell was seductively sweet, but like, in a guy way? I turned the page I had been writing on quickly, I didn't want him to peek over at my business as I was doing his this very moment. He was an amazing drawer. He drew a lot of cacti and nature scenes, which is cool I guess. Ooo there's one of a cactus flower, it was shaded perfectly and looked as if it had been printed off a computer. I noticed he flipped slowly through each page, as if he could tell I was watching and was trying to show off. Crap. I jerked my head the other way, towards a couple getting it on under a tree. Ok that's awkward. I pretended to check out some of the skaters. The one in the red shorts was really hot. He had shaggy blonde hair that shone in the light, his skin was very tan, as if he went to a tanning salon or something, then again, this is Arizona. I was trying to find his eyes so I could determine the color, blue maybe? But he kept doing tricks and turns so it wasn't easy. "That's Patrick, he likes dick in his butt."  He said, gesturing to the blonde beauty. Despite my suprise I rolled my eyes and shifted to face him. "I didn't catch your name kid."

"It's Jesse. And I'm 16." 

"Hmm, Hazel." 

He held out a hand and I shook it  firmly. He wouldn't let go until I looked him in the eyes, but I couldn't hep biting my lip when I finally met his gaze. The stare seemed to intensify when he noticed this. I finally just looked the other way and pulled my hand away. I got back to writing, this time a short story, about what, I don't even know, and he started sketching what looked like eyes. We continued with this peacefully for another 10 minutes I'd say. I noticed the sun was setting and remembered my mother liked to eat before sunset, so that she could do yoga as it was setting.

 "Mkay, well, this has been nice, but I've gotta go, soo I'll see you around?" 

He looked startled, as if he had forgotten I was still here. "Oh, umm ok." Then he added, "Yeah me too. Umm can I walk you home?" He looked at me with the biggest most pleading brown eyes I may have ever seen.

 I chuckled "Sure, I only live right down that street."

 "Wait, are you with the family that just moved into that house on Bella Norte Dr.?"

 "If by family, you mean my mother and my cat, Huffington. Yeah! That's us. Fresh off the plane... As of today"

"Ahhh, I'm literally the house to the right."

 So we talked on the way home, I told him all the places I've lived and our yearly routine for moving around and how crazy spiritual and weird yet really fucking cool Melody is. "I think she'd really like you, you give off a good vibe." I said.

When we got to my house the sun was already gone. It was dark, therefore I knew Melody would have already eaten and had probably left a yummy dinner in the microwave or oven for me. That's another thing about Melody, even when we have almost NO kitchen utensils, she'll find a way to make something divine, not to mention at least semi-healthy."

 As I was opening the door, "Ummm... Can I like get your number??" He said awkwardly.

 I grinned, probably blushed a bit too, but I put my number in his phone and said goodnight.

 I flipped on the kitchen light switch to find our staple, 'first night in' meal, speghetti and meatballs, it was crazy easy for Melody to make and one of my favorites. It was still hot so I made some green tea and took it to my room.

I finished my yummo dinner and sat on my bed. Do you ever get those moments when you're just so deep in thought, you can't even move. Not your legs or hands, not even the direction you're starting blankly at. I have these moments quite often, most would say it's a sign of a poor attention span, or lack of self control, even a low IQ. But, for me, these moments determine my perspective and tolerance with life. They make me think, hard. I love talking to Melody about things like this, she says it's a form of meditation and that I should embrace them with everything I am, no matter how weird people think it is. (Then again she says this about pretty much everything).

 I sat staring, at what, I honestly have no idea. But for some reason all I was thinking about was him. Jesse...

 His name, his lips, his hair, his eyes, the way he said his name, the awkward, shy way about him, and yet it was clear he could charm the pants of Jesus himself with one puppy dog look. I thought about the way it might feel for him to kiss me, touch me, hold my hand. I wonder how his hands felt. I bet they were soft.

 What was I doing? How am I so obsessed with this one guy?? I've only just met him. I know, I know, "It's a girl thing" but this is just really unusual for me.

 "Listen to your intuition, love" I could hear Melody say. "Hazeyyy, wake up." She giggled "Heyy here she comes, you wanna talk about it?"

Hmm maybe it wasnt just my imagination. Wait, Melody?!

 I finally managed to move my eyes away from the one paint chip on the base boards ("So thats what I had been staring at for... 45 minutes now?!? Damn")

I looked at Melody, "Hey Mel.... Umm, no, I'm good... I honestly don't know how... umm what I would talk about... Thanks though."

"Haha alright, get some sleep soon mkay?

""Mkay, love you Mel."

"Exes and Ohs to you too my love!"

She called through the bathroom that separated our rooms.