Eleanor and Park

Park

 

Reading the same comics were getting boring fast, the same hype he had before was because of a flame haired girl.

“Drunken monkey style is still the way to go!” He heard some kid in the back say.

 “Are you really saying the same shit again? It’s all about boxing.” The all too familiar voice was Steve. Once in a while Park would hear the same conversation like a broken record constantly. Only reason why they would bother with Park was because his mother was Korean. “Park, please tell this shit brain that drunken monkey style is way better than Boxing. I bet your mom has taught you it before.” The bus mate asked. All Park could do was breathe a heavy sigh, no matter what he says they’ll never be happy with the answer.

“Both are fucking stupid. Jesus Christ, why don’t you guys just fight it out and see which one is better.” He thought offering them a solution would work.

He thought wrong. “Park, watch me kick his ass and show him that boxing is the almighty hand to hand combat.” Steve exclaimed to all the teens on the bus, standing up in the back pumping his arm in the air. The other no brained idiot just replied back with an even dumber request that went along the lines of him finding a monkey or using Park to fight for him. When the bus finally got to their stop he could finally smother down a breathe of relief as he stepped down the steps of the bus. It wasn’t til Tina, Steve’s now ex-girlfriend walked with her hips and hair swaying side to side towards him. “Hey Park, wanna walk with me to first period?” She asked. She tried to hold onto the hem of his shirt.

 He could smell her sweet and sticky perfume.

He wondered if she took a shower with a bunch of vanilla extract and he decided that she probably did. It was a real suffocating smell for him.

“No thanks Tina.” He told her while he shrugged her off before Steve saw what he was doing with his beloved Tina.

Tina crossed her arms and saw that Steve was eyeing them from the foot of the bus.

She clung to Park's arm at the second out of the eight steps to the schools front door.

Almost tripping over he tried to pry her grip off. "Tina, get off of me. I don't have time for you and Steve's jealousy fight." He said through clenched teeth..

“Park, I like you so much more than that stupid boy.” She whined.

“Well, you’re an idiot too. You guys are a perfect match for each other.” He scoffed.

  He could feel feel the death glares dagger into his back as Steve watched Tina flirt with him. He shook his head and swore under his breath. He gently tried to shake her off but he tried a little too hard and pushed her away. He ignored whatever Tina had to say to him, apologized, and went to his first period.

Each class period seemed to have gone by like passing thought.

While walking down the halls after fourth period he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, he turned his neck to find out it was only Steve.

“Hey Steve what’s up?” Park knew but he hoped it wasn’t about Tina.

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Hello readers! So far my fanfic was been hard to type up because writer's block and just the mood of the story is so hard for me to form. I don't try to imitate Rainbow's writing at all. But i want the same characters to feel and breathe as they did in the original with a little bit of a twist,because that's why I'm doing this fanfic. To have the characters I know and love to have a different ending.

Also on a different note. I'll be updating chapters less frequently, I don't care about the amount of attention it gets. I'm writing this so I can read it when I'm all done and be satisfied. But seriously. Writing one 400 word page is pretty dificult for me, including the fact that it just doesn't even make sense. So by Feb 14 expect a nice romantic one shot from here as a gift for you guys. i'll actually be entering it in a contest but I think it's a cute thing to do.

So thank you for reading and staying interested. I appreciate all the thoughts. (-: