Getting Over You

Juliet: The Fight

We were eight at the time. His name was Jason. Jason  was my best friend and we were in love. He had the most beautiful blond hair and sparkling sea green eyes. We lived in the same apartment complex.  Now on to the real story..........               

 "Hey Juliet!" He called as he ran down the stairs to meet me like normal as we did every Saturday.  

" Hey J! Hows your day been?"

"Bad but you know how it is with my parents always fighting."

We had both had bad childhoods with parents fighting but the difference  was my mom left my dad. His parents were still together.

"All right short stuff what are we doing today going to the park to play football? Or are you feeling hormonal and we have to go see a stupid chick flick?" He joked already knowing the answer.

"If either of us likes chick flicks its you sissy!" All of the sudden i was being takled to ground.

"Dont you call me a sissy J or ill just have to stomp you in football to show you whos boss!" He smiled his award winning smile at me. I grabbed my backpack off the ground

"Beat you to the park SISSY!" I yelled taking whatever led i had.

               I knew he would catch up to me soon even if i took my shortcut he was fast. And even Kenny (the second fastest boy in our apartment complexes) would admit that. I was about a minute away from the swing set when i was being pulled to ground. Trying to sit up but being held down. I opened my eyes to joke with Jason. Only it wasnt him it was Kenny he was an asshole even back then.

"Hey Babe". He breathed in my face he smelt like doritos and oldspice. He was thirteen yet he had a giant crush on me.

"You better get off me fartface before Jason or my brother show up and beat the living shit out of you!" 

                  "I'll take my chances babe." 

I wondered why it was takeing Jason so long to get here. I looked up and saw why. He had went back to get my brother. Oh crap shit was going to fly now

. "Dont look now fuckface but youre about to get your ass handed to you."

He looked away just long enough for me to pull my hand away and deck him in the face. He staggered backwards.

"Honey you should know by now not to mess with me!" I stated in a scarcasticly sweet voice.

"But sweetheart it so much fun!" a wide sick smile spread acros his face. 

 " Do I have to whoop you boy or can we just skip the fighting and play some football?"

" Ummmmmm... Lets fight we havent in a while." I stepped back and took a good swing at his head which he blocked easily. It was his move he tackled me and i brought my knee up at the same time knee him in the groin. He held his hands up in surrender.

"I give up" he gasped in between breaths.

A smile spread widely across my face. I always won and he knew that. I was tough and i didnt take Shit from anyone. "Good lets play some FOOTBALL!"