Tales of the Smarty Pants

Chapter Three: The Question

Beautiful, what is beautiful. I asked Al and he said he didn't know. I'm beginning to think beauty is unachievable. But, no. Being the president of the math, robotics and history club, I have achieved beauty. In my brain, maybe not on the outside, but on the inside. I guess I've achieved inner beauty.

"Al, are you still coming over?" I asked over the phone. It was about 6:50 pm and Al was usually ver early when we hung out together.

"Yeah, I'm outside of your house right now! Well I'm turning onto the street next to yours... Sorry. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Al screamed.

"Al, stop messing with me, Al. Al! This really isn't funny, you should know this. Stop it Al!" I screamed in panic.

Crap, he must be hurt.

What happened to him?! I ran out the door. I'm trying to find his car, luckily I have a short street. There's Frank!

"Frank, STOP!" I screamed in a panic.

"What?" He said, rolling his window down with a surprised yet annoyed look on his face.

"Have you seen Al? I think he got hurt somehow, like in a car accident." I said.

" Oh, I'm sorry, here, hop in." He said, his annoyed look replaced with panic and worry.

I told him where Al might be and we drove, for what seemed like forever nothing turned up. Until I saw it, two cars, both totaled.

"STOP!" I screamed. "Al, oh my god!".

There he was, sitting on his seat, or what was left of it. Dead? No. Almost? Possibly.

"Al?" I whispered, tears running down my face.

"Yes." He whispered back shakily.

"Al, 911, on way, happened?" I said confused, holding on to Al. He was in rough shape. The other driver was no where to be seen.

"He hit me, head on," said Al.

Al's breaths were shortening. No, NO! Al can't die, he won't die. He began to speak, at this point tear were running down his face too.

"Listen, Melissa, I know what beauty is. It is caring for others. It is helping others. Beauty is not able to be measured. Beauty is earned, and you have earned it,".

Then, he leaned in slowly, and before I knew it, we were kissing. The moment lasted forever. I forgot about Frank, the accident, his condition. I forgot about all of that. This, this was my moment, no. Not mine, ours.

"I've been wanting to do that since the eighth grade Melissa. I feel very weak, I don't know if I can make it to the hospital. But listen to me, I just want you to know I love you, forever and always no matter what happens.".

Just then he passed out, I stopped his head from hitting an exposed wire in the car. The ambulance pulled up. They took him. The world seems to be moving in slow motion, but they were gone in seconds. They left me, crying, covered in Al's blood and tears on the sidewalk where I'd had my first and possibly last kiss.