I waited out on the curb tapping my foot impatiently as the anger began to subside. My dad was late as usual, and my brother was no wear to be found. Why was I the one to be cursed? I miss everyone. My friends that are all twenty years old now are the ones I miss the most. I miss laughing, and hanging out with them. I miss turning off my phone during school and powering it back out to see at least eleven messages, and nine missed calls. I miss being late for dad to pick me up because I'm always with my friends. Now I'm sitting down at the curb with nothing to do.
Footsteps were occurring louder and louder as they got close to me. Without turning I spoke up, "Where have you been? I've waiting for forty five minutes. Dad's late again, and you were off in Ferris Land." He didn't speak. "Are going to answer back," I whipped myself around to see Noah confused, suspicious, and curious. "Sorry, I thought you were my brother."
"Ferris," He chuckled lightly. "He told your dad that you two would be off with friends and that he didn't need to pick you both up."
"Oh," Shockingly, this was the first time I was hearing of this nonsense. "Where did we supposedly go?"
"A mile up the street to yogurt town is where they headed for." He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. I just got out of the mile today, I don't want to walk one either. "Do you want me to walk you over there?" He asked hopefully. I bit my bottom lip in the nervous way. No, not the 'I like him' nervous, but in the 'he's a stalker, and I need to get away' kind of nervous.
"No, I'm just going to walk home." Beginning to walk backwards, I waved at him but he stopped me. Man, this guy is persistent. He just won't leave me alone. But he's very sweet, I have to admit. What could he possibly do to hurt me?
"Let me walk you home," He insisted. "It's getting dark, and I don't think it's safe for woman to walk around by herself in this town." Criminal records were high in Pasadena, I must admit. Eighty percent of the records were probably caused by rape, or physical abuse. That'd be an excuse to have him walk me home. (Wouldn't have to walk home alone) He's only here to protect me, and not at all to be my friend.
"Okay," I smiled willingly giving in. We began to and we tried to make conversation with each other. "So what do you like to do on your free time?"
"I enjoy taking pictures of random hobos," He admitted and all I could do was stare at him shocked. He looked down at me, and smirked. "I was kidding." I let out a sigh of relief because at first I thought I was talking to a psycho path. "But I do love photography. What about you?"
"I write," Shaking my head, I realized how lame it was. I'm a nerd who loves writing. "As stupid as it may be I love it. It's like I'm absolutely addicted to it. I write poems, stories, blogs, and journals." He looked at me up and down humming a bit. He looked as if he had no idea that I would ever be capable of doing such a thing. He slowly processed the fact that I was a writer. He nodded finally, and acknowledged the fact that it just might be true.
"I would have never guessed," He smiled. "Would you let anyone read your work?" The question caught me off guard because I would have never thought about it. Frankly, I am not comfortable people reading my work. I post my stories o the internet, and I'm barely comfortable posting it under an alias. Letting someone read my poems would be a big risk. I guess I'd just be hurt if no one likes my story.
"For right now, I'm perfectly fine having them under lock and key. Maybe in the future I will, but as of now they remain a mystery."
"So are you going to tell me your long story," He finally brought up, but I was confused. What was he talking about exactly? I have many long stories, and none of them are easy to explain. "The story you were going to tell me, but Principal Miller interrupted. It was something about why you are so different from all the other girls who are dying to be popular."
