A Series of Hankering Events (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

10th grade was a bust as it ended. Fast forward much? I know. You all wanted to know about MD so I'm only pleasing you, reader. MD was gone. No more. Out of my life and out of this place I call home. Well except for the fact that we talked on the phone a lot. So he moved to the states near the end of 10th grade. I passed on to 11th grade along with my best friend. We both talked and I tried to enjoy my summer. It had been a few month since MD left and I was still hurt. I had consolation though. MD's best friend, Rob was there for me. Granted he couldn't be there for me the way he wanted because I wasn't interested. At all. 

Days passed and I spent my summer like any normal teenager would if she lived in a tropical environment. Reading, writing and listening to music all cooped up in my room. I wish I could say that I enjoyed my summer but talking to MD and knowing he was so far always made me wonder on what could have been. So imagine my surprise when MD announced that he was coming back. I was ecstatic, ready to jump right out of my skin. I planned a day out with him and his best buddy Rob. 

The day finally arrived and I dressed up as best I could. My curly hair was never an easy task and my chubbiness was more than I could bare. I had love handles the size of two bananas put together. I tried not to let that spoil my mood though. When I got to the track rode, where I waited for a few minutes, I talked with Rob who was sitting next to me. I convinced mom to pick him up. A car came by and stopped a couple of feet away from ours. I saw a guitar case come out of the car first and then him. He looked the same, yet not. I climbed out of the car with Rob at my heels and I kissed mom goodbye. 

"Thank's mom. I owe you." I said to her and she agreed. Making sure I knew she would come to collect eventually. 

She and my step dad left and then there was only the three of us. We didn't talk for a while and the awkward silence was deafening. 

"Ok! So how was the US?" I asked and we started of from there. We talked an hung out. Where we were didn't have a single soul in it besides us so we moved to another location. In the plaza MD took out his guitar and began to play. I was leaning half against him and half against the pole posted on the center of the round surface we sat on. He played and every now and then his eye would drift over to me, a smile across his lips. Rob was at the other side of MD, simply looking elsewhere. I felt guilty but the joy I felt now was too much for me to care. I'd worry later. It was all so peaceful and nice and then it got loud and funny. 

I was standing where I used to be sitting, trying to keep away from MD because he was trying to tickle me. I'm too ticklish for my own good. MD didn't tickle me as he said he would though. His arms wrapped around my legs and my hips were hoisted over his shoulder before he twirled me. I was laughing but yelling at him to put me down as well. I hated getting picked up. I really did. I disliked it so much and in the past, whenever someone picked me up I would kick into the air until the constant movement would tire them and let me go. Today was no exception. I kicked but MD wouldn't budge for a while and when he did he set me back down over round surface. 

"Damn, you kick more than a horse." MD said.

"I told you to put me down." I straightened out my clothes and wiped away a strand that fell over my forehead. 

An old friend of mine from 9th grade called me. He said he could see some people at the plaza and he recognized me. I told him it was me and he came by with his skateboard in hand and then my mood just dropped to the ground. I didn't like him. His name is Joseph and he used to have a crush on me. I say used too because I'm hoping he has gotten over me but by the looks he gave me I'm guessing not. I had explained to MD all about Joseph before he came around here showing off his fancy new long-board. MD nodded in understanding. I was sitting down, looking at the three guys trying to pull off tricks until MD got tired and left the two boys and sat next to me. Joseph was shooting glances at us when he thought we weren't looking. 

"Take my hand." MD whispered low enough so only I could hear him. 

"What? No." I tugged my hand away when he reached for it but he gripped it anyway. My fingers battled with his for a while before he managed to lace is fingers through mine. He held it tightly over his knee and I could feel my hand getting sweaty. I was nervous. I was considering the fact that I might be in love with him and that only made it worse. He didn't seem to care about the dampness because he only held my hand tighter. I saw Joseph's face as it a shadow of annoyance cast over his features. Oh the guilt! But MD was holding my hand! Joseph left and my parents along with MD's arrived. Rob left with MD this time and I said my goodbyes to both of them. 

"I'll text you." MD assured me. 

Surely enough once I was in my car and on my way home my phone rang.

MD: Today was nice. I had a really good time.

Me: Me too. 

5 minutes later...

MD: I like you. More than a friend and I would like to try something serious. If you want.

Me: ...I like you too. I wouldn't mind something serious. 

MD: Ok kool.

That's pretty much where it ended. Two days later MD was already calling me his girlfriend.