Why Don't We Just...

Nicole

// March 12, 2012 \\

I was up in my room, fantasizing about how my 12th birthday would go. "Umm, PURPLE BALLOONS, a pool, all my friends!" I continued writing and making my wish list. After I finished, I pinned it up on my wall beside my calendar, and marked off today's date. "Only 33 more days!" I capped the marker and ran down the stairs. As my mother walked in, I ran to her and hugged her.

"Hey mom!" she hugged me back and laughed a little. "Hey, I got a new colleague at work today and she brought her son over here to meet you. He's around your age." "Okay cool, I guess I'll meet him." We walked outside and sitting at the end of the driveway was a grey car.

"Hey, Nicole. I've heard so much about you." she stuck out her hand and I shook it firmly, making her smile. "I know you're turning twelve in a couple days and I have a twelve year old son-"

"I'm turning thirteen though." a person with an annoyed sounding voice came from around the other side of the car. "Thirteen, mom." the mother rolled her eyes and corrected herself, "Uh, yes thirteen. Why don't you guys play while we discuss business." our mothers walked away and left us alone.

"How old does she think we are, six?" I asked then laughed a bit walking away from the boy and turning around.

"So um, what do you want to do?" he was still looking at his phone and said, "Uh I don't really care-." He stopped talking as soon as he looked up at me. He was kind of.. staring at me. "Uh...earth to noodle head?" as I waved my hands in front of his face, he came back to and looked offended. "Who you calling noodle head? You uh, crayon head." he insulted me back, pointing at my hair.

"Haha, whatever." we both laughed and went up to my room.

"So.. um did you guys move to California or..?" I asked him, walking towards my bed. "I've always lived here, just moved houses a couple-.. hey, did you do this?" he touched one of the drawings I had taped to my wall.

"Uh, yeah. I don't really like it, though." he turned to me with a shocked expression. "Why not? It's so good!" I smiled and thanked him. After that we laid down on my floor, eating chips and drinking soda, learning more about each other. He told me his name is Jack and he is a very cute boy, I admitted to myself. He has pretty brown eyes and brown curly hair. He's a bit taller than me, maybe 3 inches and his smile is very attractive, haha.

// Jack's POV \\

After my mom got off work, she told me that she wanted me to visit her co-worker's daughter. I argued against it but we ended up going anyways. Her house is fairly big. It has a long walkway that leads up to it. Two-story home, it was nice. I stepped out the car and plugged in my headphones to make the time pass by. While switching songs, I heard my mom call me "twelve". Technically, I am. But she could acknowledge that I'm turning thirteen pretty soon. I walked around the car to where they were, still looking at my phone.

"So um, what do you wanna do?" a girl asked me. Again, I don't want to be here. I replied and looked up, immediately regretting not wanting to come here in the first place. This girl was very pretty. She was a bit shorter than me, possibly two, three inches. Round grey eyes stared back in mine. Her black, shoulder-length hair waved in the wind. Her toffee colored skin looked so soft.. I wanted to-

"Uh... earth to noodle head?" Her voice broke my thoughts. I looked up at her and processed what she said. "Who you calling noodle head? You, crayon head." Her hair had a thick, purple streak in it. I found it really cute to be honest. She laughed and even her laugh was cute. What's happening to me? She started walking toward the house. I turned off my phone and followed her up the driveway. She led me to her room and asked me when did we move here. I answered, but stopped as I saw a drawing on the wall. It was a picture of a toucan; a very well detailed one. "Did you do this?" she told me she did and after that, we ate and sat on the floor.