The Approaching Curve

Child.

child

[chahyld]

1.a person between birth and full growth; a boy or girl.

2.a son or daughter: All my children are married.

3.a baby or infant.

4.a human fetus.

This boy, he was overjoyed.

He didn't quite know what he was getting himself into.

This girl.

She looked like she had been through quite a bit.

He went up to the door we was at earlier.

The house was large.

And infested with termites.

Termites.

Termites?

He considered the people that lived there termites.

The girl's brother, Alex.

Alex.

Alex was a horrible person.

As was his girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girl.

Elliot never had a good relationship with girls.

It was always one night stands.

But the guy was sweet.

He couldn't help it when his male hormones kicked in.

Half the time he was...

doing what testosterone boys did, he was hoping.

Hoping to find the one.

All he wanted was a good relationship.

He didn't like it when girls yelled.

As in, anger.

Angry yelling didn't go well with him.

Screaming his name on the other hand.

Was something the boy would be a cocky teenager about.

He sucked in a breath and as he was about to ring the doorbell, he noticed a side window that was open.

Would he dare ring to doorbell to see the girl's brother?

"Why would I do that?! I may loose my only chance with her." He thought.

The boy walked around the side of his house, trying not to mess up what he was wearing.

Simple black jeans with a pullover hoodie.

He didn't want or need anything else.

He saw the window open at the very top of the house.

The attic.

He thought.

He thought and thought.

And as if a light bulb appeared above his head he went and looked for a small rose.

He threw it, as high as he could, in hopes it would land in the room.

And as if luck was on his side, it did.

The girl saw the flower.

Flower?

She looked out the window to find the boy there.

"I didn't want to come through the front door because I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed to see you."

Smart boy, she thought.