The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 15- Meet&Greet

-Oliver's P.O.V-

 I’ve only been here a few days, and I'm bored. I do plan on jet skiing, and snorkelling and what not, but before all that, I want to get to know that Maddi girl, who knows, she could be the one I talk to everyday online or she could be the kind of girl into witch craft, thinking since I’m English, I must go to Hogwarts, then follows me back to where I live in hopes to learn magic. Either way, I wanted to know. I’m a talkative guy, when it comes to music or science, I can't stop talking. People can be sleeping; I can still be going on about something.

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     It was about high noon when Maddi caught my eye, she was sitting alone, but I think she looked up for a second and saw me, she was either drawing or writing in a black covered book. I fixed my hair, cleared my voice and made my way over to her, "Hey Maddi!" I said, "Can I sit down?" I said pulling out a chair from the table she was sitting at.

     "Oh hey, sure go ahead!" She said, smiling. She had a pretty smile too, chubby cheeks, but it was cute,  “How- How are you?" She stuttered on her words, but it didn't bug me. She seemed shy, but her face wasn't as red as a tomato this time.

     "Great! It's a nice day out, isn't it?" I asked, she nodded and smiled, "Have you been writing?" I asked, pointing at her book which she closed almost as fast as possible when I cam up to her.

     "No, drawing. It's a hobby." She said, running her fingers across the book.

     "Can I see?" I was generally interested to see if she was good or not.

    "Uhh, heh, sure! I usually don't show people, but why not, right?" She hesitantly opened her book; she flicked through the pages, finding something presentable, perhaps? I saw a few cool drawings with color, some dark drawings like skulls, but she stopped at a page, and turned it in my direction to se. Well it wasn't bad, in fact the more I stared, all the little details were put perfectly. It was a picture of a girl, dark hair with a curvy body, a sketch with pencil, "Do you like it?"

     I nodded my head, "yes! Its pretty! She's pretty." I said, leaning back in my chair, and smiling at her.

     "I love your accent, I’m sure you get that a lot though." She said, fixing her hair out of her face.

     "Thanks! I like it myself, actually, I seem to get it a lot when I’m here, but at home, it's nothing special."

     "Where are you from? London?" She asked

     "Well yes, in England."

     "Oh well, the closest I’ve gotten to around England was a German trip I took. Which is odd, usually people from Canada don't speak German; it’s all about the French. I hate French though." She said, shaking her head and giggling a bit. Canadian, that’s a little better than America.

     "Canada! I only know one other Canadian. Also, if you don't mind me asking how old you are? I think I saw you last night intoxicated, so I was wondering." She seemed a bit embarrassed, maybe that I saw her.

      "Oh, ha... You saw that? Awkward... Oh but I'm 15 years young." She said with a wink. It surprised me, her being the same age as me.

     "No way, I thought at first 16 or 17, then 18 or older when I saw you drunk. But I'm 15 too." I said, laughing.

     "No you aren't. There’s no way you're 15! You HAVE to be at least 18." she said, sitting up in her chair, surprised, but I can tell that suddenly she felt more comfortable talking to someone her age. I nodded my head, and our conversation went on from there, we talked for quite a bit. This went better than expected; she's pretty normal; yet shy.