The Broken Summer

Lucas: The orange jeans

Lucas

I met her in central park, on a pretty summer’s day in early June. My best friend Johnny had felt bad for me, and arranged for me to go on a date with one of his sister’s friends. I’d only agreed because I had nothing better to do, and in being the hopeless romantic I am, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity of meeting a girl who could be, the one.

I arrived at central park 10 minutes early, and planted myself on a bench. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Johnny.

She’ll be wearing a white shirt with orange jeans. Good luck. Don’t blow it Luke!

·         Johnny

As I looked up I thought I saw the outfit Johnny had described amongst the crowd of New Yorkers. When my eyes met the orange jeans, they slowly rose to the face of the brunette girl wearing them. Her long messy hair blew in the wind framing her pretty heart shaped face. For a moment she looked young and innocent, although the attitude in her walk suggested otherwise. She had deep brown eyes that scanned the park as if she were hunting for me. The natural beauty that flowed through her body as she tossed her hair behind her shoulders made my muscles tense. She was more gorgeous than any of the other girls I’d dated in the past, which made me nervous. I focused my eyes on the ground for a moment in an attempt to regain my confidence. However when I looked back up, she was gone. I shot up from my seat and began to frantically search for her, my body spinning around in circles as I scanned the bodies that filled the park, hunting for her orange jeans. There were so many people hurrying around central park, but amongst them I could not see her orange jeans, or wavy brown hair.

Beside me I heard splashes, and loud, heavy gasps. I looked down to see the pretty girl lying in the fountain. I knew that this was my moment. I could swoop in, and be her knight in shining armor. I’d rescue her, and take her back to my place to ‘dry off’. Maybe I’d even have to give her mouth to mouth…

The girl looked up at me, her brown eyes daring me to come closer. I reached a hand out to her, and as her skin touched mine, I felt a volt of electricity shoot through my body, and my knees became weak. In that moment while I was so caught up in touch of her skin, I failed to realize she was dragging me down into the fountain with her. I stumbled over her legs, falling face down on top of her. In the shock of falling so quickly I struggled for a few seconds, splashing about, trying to get enough grip to turn myself over.

I felt a hand yank on the back of my hair, jolting my head out of the water, and pushing me into a kneeling position.

“Don’t drown on me honey. I’m not in the mood to rescue any drowning boys,” She said, finally releasing my hair from her grip. She smirked at me, and gave me a pitiful look.

“Wouldn’t have wanted you to have given me mouth to mouth anyway,” I muttered, trying to regain some of my dignity.

“Oh I wouldn’t have bothered,” She said smarty, pulling herself up out of the fountain. As she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, I noticed her white shirt, had now become almost completely see through. My eyes wandered in places they shouldn’t have, and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her lacy red bra.

“Are you getting out or will you sit there staring at me all day?” She asked looking back at me, grinning. My eyes rose back up to her tempting expression. She seemed like a girl who knew she was beautiful, and loved to dangle herself in front of men, teasing them. It was kind of hot.

“So you’re Summer?” I asked, stumbling out of the fountain behind her. Her eyes met mine with a look of confusion. She obviously didn’t realize I was the guy she was supposed to be meeting up with.

“Wait, you’re Lucas?” She looked almost as if she was disgusted by me.

“Why are you so shocked? You don’t think I’m good enough for you?” I questioned, pushing my hair back, trying to look attractive.

“You just…weren’t what I was expecting,” She laughed, looking away. I wondered what she meant by this. Did she find me unattractive? Did she think she was better than me?

“So are you gonna invite me back to your place so I can dry off?” She asked turning towards me, and placing a hand on her hip. I rolled my eyes. I was glad she’d suggested it, because I couldn’t work up the nerve to ask her. Due to our awkward first encounter, I wasn’t sure whether she still wanted to go on our date, and I was too afraid to ask. So I decided to be spontaneous, let the day play out, and see where things went…

“Sure,” I laughed, as I lead her towards my apartment, watching her orange jeans as she strutted ahead of me.