Yes, I'm With The Emo Boy

At The Park With An Emo

Lisi's P.O.V

We sat down at one of the wooden benches in the park. He finally stuffed his phone in his pocket and looked atone of the swings resting his head on his hand. I found myself looking at him smiling. He curiously looked at me and asked a question.

"What?!"

I quickly snapped up, blushed and looked for the book I'll be writing in. 

"Uh nothing, I.. nevermind."

I pulled out the book from the bag, took out a pen (a purple pen, because it's my favorite color next to red) and headed up on a blank page. 

"Sooo.... ready for question #1?" I asked smiling at him. He looked at me and sighed heavily.

"Yea, ask away," 

"What is your favorite color?" 

"Black,"

I nodded and wrote down his and mine. 

"um... What would you like to be when you ... um, get a job?" 

He thought about it and answered me softly, " A singer in a band," I looked at him confused. He doesn't seem to be the kind-

"Problem?" he asked, staring at me. I shook my head and wrote it beside mine, which would be actress.

"When was your first kiss?" 

He stared at me and whispered, "I never had one, " I looked at him shocked. HOW CAN HE NOT HAVE A FIRST KISS?! Well this is coming from a girl who dated many guys so.. yea. 

"Um, Okay, we'll skip that question,"

I crossed it out and thought of another one, "How many siblings do you have, if you do, say which gender," 

He bit his lip furiously and stared at me, eyes as cold as ice. "I have a sister," 

I blushed and wrote it down. Why did he answer like I asked an unforgivable question? I quickly scribbled down mine (which would be 4 brothers) and thought of another question. 

"What is your parent's jobs?" I don't know why this came to my mind. It was just random. 

He clenched his fists, "They don't have any- I mean my mom is a.. shop clerk and my dad is a.. bar helper," I looked in his gorgeous - AH! why am I saying this? This guy's probably a mad crazy.. lunatic who slices himself.....UGH! I hate puberty. *

 "Okkaayy....." I scrawled that on the page. "what are your favorite bands?"

"Green Day and MCR." I nodded and wrote that down, finally something I'd expect. 

"What are your talents?" I said leaning on my elbows closer to him.

"Singing and playing the guitar,"

"You can play the guitar? Is that your only instrument?"

"I kind of play the drums.. and piano..." 

I smiled and also wrote that down. He's kinda cool..

............................It went on like this until it started raining. .............

A gigantic raindrop splattered directly on the page. "Argh!" I shouted, grabbing up the book and closing it. Alex curiously looked at the newly-formed rain clouds above us. 

"Rain," he said simply and began stuffing his books into his bag. I followed his actions and hastily stuffed my phone into the front pocket.

 "Why now? We were nearly finished with the homework!" I seethed looking up into the sky. 

As if to answer me, raindrops started to fall, first into a drizzle then a down pour. I scowled and slung the bag over my shoulder. 

"Run?" Alex asked. 

"Run," I answered beginning to run for the sidewalk. He quickly followed me. 

"Lisi!" he called above the rain, 

"What?!" I called back, slowing down. 

"Wait up!" He ran after me. 

"I don't understand it," I said heavily when he caught up, "It was a perfectly sunny day and then those clouds just drifted in!" I stamped my foot like a little brat and pouted, scowling. 

He shrugged jogging, "I guess it's the calm before the storm!"

We reached to a road crossing. 

"Okay.. how are we gonna do this?" He asked watching as cars whizzed by not noticing two forlorn teenagers standing on the side walk. 

"Run?" I asked, looking at him.

"You crazy? We'll get hit over!" He exclaimed waving his hands trying but failing to get attention from a cab. 

"Well, I'm gonna do it," 

"What?! No!" he said.

"Too late boy!" I jumped into the road and ran across stopping in the middle as two cars passed me, I ran across to the end and looked over my shoulder to see Alex standing there with his mouth hanging open. "What are you waiting for?" I shouted as thunder boomed and lightning struck. From all the way over here, I could see him trembling. His Adam's apple bobbed as he prepared himself. 

He ran into the road, a car nearly bounced him, his eyes opened wide as a car headed towards him in inhumane speed. His mouth hung open and he ran on to the third of the four lanes. He ran across that one and again, nearly got hit by a truck. 

He emerged beside me looking like a scared ghost, white and pail with a wide mouth and big eyes. I started to laugh hysterically until he managed out a phrase

"Not, funny" he heaved clutching his belly like he was gonna be sick. But I noticed his mouth curling into a smile. I stopped laughing and looked at him. I wonder if he knows how much better he looks smiling. I hope he does. Because he should keep smiling like that...... 

"I have to crash at your house until it holds up," he said shyly.

I nodded, smiling and ran, leading him to my house. 

* A/N : AGAIN. IT . IS . A . STORY. ..