What did I get myself into? Why did I come to John's house party? I needed to breath. I find a quiet place outside the house. It's sort of like a dark ally. I saw a tall boy, fair skin talking to himself. I don't think he has any psychological problem but just to make sure I speak to him.
"Hey...um, who are you speaking to." He turns around probably embarrassed and hesitates to speak.
"No..I um, was writing something and..umm I don't know if it's accurate." I look at him confused, but I guess he is trying to impress a girl. So I just turn around until he stops me. "Hey! Umm do you mind if I read to you what I wrote?" I have nothing better to do and the night is young so I go for it. "Yeaa,umm why not?" I stand a few spaces a way from him and he begins to read. "Katie, sweet Katie, we've known eachother for a very long time now. I know you only see me as a best friend. But I can't live with myself if I don't tell you how I feel. Your amazing and you make me nervous every time you talk to me. I love the way your eyes sparkle at night. I love the way you tuck your hair back in your ears. I don't want you to freak out because I'm saying this to you. I hope you see me the same way." I look at him like his speech was pathetic and I think he catches on to my look. "Oh my god! I can't believe I read that out loud. How pathetic am I?", he says. "No it was good, it's just I don't think she cares about the way she tucks her hair back. You should say something thats less frightening because she is gonna be scared when you tell her you like her." He sits on the ground by the gate of the house. I join him as well. "Why does life have to be so complicated?", he says glumly. I try to give him inspirational advice. "Well maybe she doesn't deserve your love at all. If Katie blows off a guy like you then she's gonna regret it for the rest of her life." Silence had taken over, but the music was so loud you can probably hear it from far away. Then the silence broke. "Wanna dance?", he says looking into my eyes. "Here?", I said confused. "Yea." I got up and thought about it. "Are you gonna get up?" He got up and walked up to me. He placed his gentle hands on my waist and I place my arms around his neck. It was peaceful, so peaceful that I didn't even notice I had placed my head on his chest. Then it had become chaos in about seconds. Everyone came out the house running. The guy and I stood there not knowing what to do until some random guy stopped and said," The cops are coming! Run while you can!" So we began to run. We stopped in front of the house. "I guess this is goodbye.",I say. I start walking. "Wait!" I turned around. What could he possibly want? "Umm, can I walk you home." I don't know this guy. He could be a cereal killer for all I know. "Sure. Come on. It's only twelve blocks away." The guy comes up to me and we walk together. It's kind of weird to be walking with a stranger. "I didn't have the chance to catch your name.", he says. "Jane, what'a yours?", I say looking at him. He is way taller than me. Maybe he's about 5'8. "Dan."
Dan. Dan seems nice. "What school do you go to?",Dan says. I know that he doesn't go to my school because I have never seen him around anywhere. "I go to North Bergen, Junior.", I say. "Well I go to East Hills, Senior." One year older than me. It's not bad. "No wonder.",I say lowly. "What does that mean.",Dan says with a giggle. "You have that 'I'm a senior tired of going to parties and ready to be serious' look on your face", I say smiling. He really does though. "Wow! Your good. That's exactly how I feel. I'm ready to graduate and go on with life." I'm shocked because you don't hear most seniors say things like that. "What do you want to be?", I say curiously. "I want to study in New York then get my masters and become a teacher so that I could support my family." Wow! Dan is very different from other guys. "Wow! Thats amazing.",I say. "What about you." That was a great question. What do I want to be? I know the answer but can I truly make a life with it? "I want to be a writer but it'a a little complicated.",I say. We are at least two blocks away from my house. "Why is that?", says Dan. "I wouldn't know what to write about. Romance is out of the list because I want to meet people the old fashion way like in a bar.",I say. "Or in a dark ally.", Dan says looking at me. I'm a little appalled by what he said. It probably didn't mean anything. "Well here I go. I live here.", I say pointing at my house. "It was nice meeting you Jane, I hope I can see you again." I just look at him and say "Yup", then walk away into my house. I know I probably won't see him again, but he was a good guy. I wish the best for him. It was one forty o'clock in the morning my parents were sleeping. They didn't mind me going out because they know that I barely go anywhere social. I walk in my room. Everything is black and white. I like to keep things simple. My walls were white and my furniture was black. I had a few black and white portraits on my wall. I had white christmas lights on the corners of my ceiling. I turn them on only at night. I take a quick shower, because I felt like I smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. I lay in bed just thinking about my weird night. And then I smiled. I haven't smiled in a while. Thank you Dan.
