I Dare You To Love Me

"Thanks. Thanks for everything!" is all I could think to myself as I leave the old, decapitated house. My mom just knows how to make me seem like I am just a nothing. As the old wooden door slams, I am headed down the steps. "Ouch!" I scream as I step on a rock. All I want to do is just scream and cry at the same time. This all started because I have a mother who is a control freak, who loves to be selfish, who wastes our money away on expensive clothes for her. She is like the wicked step mother of Louisiana. But yet she is not my step mother, but my birth mother. My father has left because he couldn't put up with my moms habbits anymore. I really don't blame him. He was right. I begged him to take me with him but he couldn't. Me and him still talk but I wish he was here.

I am out of my driveway. I hate this place so much. I live in a little town where no matter what happens everyone knows about it. Everyone. This town is full of drama starters with nothing better to do with their lives. I honestly think it is sad, but yet people still do it.

Well the big thing to do in this town is fan girl. There is this big boy band called One Direction which every teenage girl adores. I  mean I am a fan, but I am not as crazed as some of these yahoos in this town. But from the town gossip I have heard that One Direction is coming to a city near me. Just my luck. People coming in from all over to see five boys and it happens to happen near me. Yay!

But I continue walking down my street and find myself at a local park. My town may be small but yet we have a park. I sit on the bench and just sit there. I enjoy the silence and then the relaxing sounds of the birds chirping, the wind blowing, and the sound of the water splashing in the pond. It may be summer but yet it is still beautiful like spring time. As I am enjoying the silence and the peacfulness of nature I hear a voice say, "May I take this seat next to you?" 

As I look up I see the figure of a boy. My eyes are blurred from them bring closed. The boy becomes more vivid. He is a blonde haired beauty. His eyes are a a perfect blue. An ocean type blue They sparkle in the sun. His smile is wonderful. He can light up a room with his teeth covered with braces. How beautiful is this boy, how perfect he is. Wait. Why is he wanting to sit next to me?

As I zone out of my thoughts I come back to real life. "Yes, you can." I say to the standing blonde haired boy. He gives me another flash of his beautiful smile. Wow, what a hunk. That is all I could think. Then a sound comes out.

"Hi, I am Niall. May I ask your name?" he says with a forgein accent. To me it sounds irish.

"I'm Erica." I say lowly. I could barley spit the words out.

"Nice to meet you Erica." he says all happily. Someone finally happy to see me. That is a surprise. Normally I am the girl no one wants to talk to. I am the person that everyone thinks is a loner. But normally none of them want to get to know me anyway. I am not a sports playing person so I am out of the jock profile. I don't act or sing or like to paint or draw, so I am out of that group completely. I am well, just me.

Next thing I know there has been an hour long conversation. We have talked about everything under the sun. He is like the perfect guy for me. We have so much incommon. But he seems familiar to me. I seem like I have seen him around before. There are not many people in this town so I should know him. Every thought completely skips my mind. I want to know this boy more. I want him to know me.

A sound comes from his phone.

"I have to go." he says sadly.

"I wish you didn't." I say with a sad face.

"What is your number so I can contact you later?"

"It is 225-794-8563." I say very happy. A smile a mile long spreads across my face.

He enters the digits in his phone. My cell phone goes off. As he walks away I read my text, 'Hey this is Niall. I will call you later. xx'. Did he just text me? Why would someone like him want to talk to a girl like me? Why does he seem so familiar? All these questions run through my brain. All the whys and what ifs are running through there as well. Should I stay in contact with him? What if I never see him again? What if?