The First Time

One.) First Meet.

Dave

 The bass boomed way too loudly. My head felt like it was on the verge of bursting. What a scene that would be.

There were people everywhere. Inside, outside, the roof --don't ask how--, the pool. You could name it and at least two to three people inside. Including the bathroom. What a great idea Jane.

Jane Hawthorn; 17, big brown eyes, brains, beauty, a personality, and the killer physic. And she just so happened to be my best friend. We're the kind of people you'd NEVER expect to see them ever hanging out. Jane was the outgoing, social friendly, and as just easy to love. Me, well, I was socially awkward, I was shy and basically everything she's not.

We met freshman year of high school. It as biology with one of the meanest, ugliest teachers ever; Mr. Frederickson. Ugh. It was always the biggest wonders of high school to figure out how that man could stand up straight with a beer gut that big. His three alternating polo shirts always had grease stains. Everywhere. And who could ever forget the pit stains? And his breath? Lethal. It could be used to torture terror suspects. I didn't raise my hand that entire year in fear that he's come over and blast me with breathe so bad, it was probably flammable. Which was my misfortune because we had to partner up to dissect frogs. Jane ended up being my partner considering that I was the only other kid with the last name that began with 'H'.

While everyone started to dissect and take apart their frog, We stared at ours. Sprawled out on it's back, it;s tongue was practically stuck to it's eye and slime oozed from it's stomach.

The scene was disgusting.

After what seemed like the longest silence between us, Jane picked up her goggles and handed me a pair. I narrowed my eyes because, come on, who needs goggles to dissect a frog? "What's this for?" I questioned.

Jane smiled, braces in full view. "Just make sure they're on."

"What for?"

"Just do."

"WHY?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"You don't answer many."

She shrugged and picked up the scalpel. I gawked at her in confusion because I wasn't sure what she was planning on doing. She didn't really want to care. By now, Mr. Frederickson was walking around the room, viewing what his student were doing.  Just as he stopped right at our desk, I heard Jane mumble "Here goes nothing,"

"Wait what are you-"

Before I could finish, Jane flung the scalpel at the frog while I as in mid-sentence, the scalpel came in contact with the frog's neck, sending a thick, slimy, reddish, green liquid flying onto all of us. Me, Jane and Mr. Frederickson. Unfortunately, my mouth had been open and it landed on my tongue so I ran to the trash can, barfing up everything in my stomach from breakfast. Together we got an F. And strange enough, we became best friends.

Flash Forward to now. Jane wasn't the 'Janie Rosethorn' that I've known since ninth grade, She was different. Between Freshman year and now, Senior year, Jane has manage to lose the braces, cleanse her acne, get contacts, grow into her curves and as Thomas would say, grown boobs.

She wasn't just Jane Hawthorn. She was my best friend. And I was in love with her.

The only problem was, I could never grow the balls to ever tell her.

I pushed my way out the house and into a secluded area, my head feeling a million times better. 

Tonight was the night, I thought. Tonight'll be the night I tell Jane how I've always felt. Even when she had braces and no boobs. I loved her the same way.

I checked the area for anyone else out here and when I saw there was no one, I pulled out a tattered and old piece of paper out of my back pocket. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and letting all my thoughts slip away beside from one. Jane. I couldn't mess this up. I need to go over what to say.

And that's exactly hat I began to do.

"Jane, we've been friends ever since you decided to decapitate that frog back in ninth grade." I nodded my head going with the flow, approving what emotional things came out of my mouth. "We've through everything together. All the bad, bad relationships you went through, I was always with you and there for you." I pause thinking that over and then cursed under my breath. I sounded like one of the terrible soap operas I made fun of. I shook my head and thought about starting differently.

"Jane... Janie.. "

"So what's her name?"

My entire body whipped around, mortified that who ever it was heard me being a chick.

It was a girl. Bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She wore a messenger bag that crossed over her torso. She rose her eyebrows in question while I shoved my paper into pocket of my pants.

Finally, I stuttered out, "Jane."

She nodded and took a seat on the concrete alongside the wall. She pulled her knees to her chest and got comfortable.

"So," She said looking up at me, her blue eyes almost blazing. "This girl; she doesn't like you back?"

"She like me," I started, pushing my hands into my pockets. "You know, platonicaly speaking."

The girl nodded her head and clasped her hands together. 

"Oh I know what platonicaly means. I'm a junior, not a moron."

"Really?"

"No, I just said that so you'd continue to talk to me." Sarcasm dripped off her every words, but oddly enough, It made me smile.

"So you don't want me to talk to me?" She rolled her eyes.

"I never said that I didn't."

"You never said that you did."

A pause had set in between us with the exception of the yelling and laughing from the hot tub outside and the blasting music inside.

"I'm Aubrey. Aubrey Taylor."

I smiled at her and nodded. "I'm Dave Hodgeman."

We both shook hands smiling. As Aubrey stood up, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I checked the text an then looked at her. "What?" She asked her eye brows narrowing.

"It's just that the cops are here." Just as I said that, sirens began to wail and people ran around.

Aubrey and I exchanged glances and as if we had some mind messaging ability, we both began to run.

It as like we ran away from the noise, the people and for me, Jane. I didn't feel overwhelmed and anxious. I felt free running, and even though I've only known Aubrey for ten minutes, It was the best thing ever.