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Harley · 2005-05-30T19:39:12Z

I remember the first time I saw her. She'd just moved in- a vision in baggy jeans and black nail polish, which glinted in the hot July sun. Her father, known to we local teens as "the cool dude with the Harley at number 47", was in the garden, digging weeds from a rockery, and she was raking soil in a planting bed. On her wrist was a rainbow-coloured sweatband, and around her neck was a metal dog-tag. I was watching from across the road, on the grass of my own lawn, where I was fixing my skateboard. It had had a run-in with the local tough-guy; Billy Marshall, who hated kids like me. He called us "queer pricks." Everyone else referred to us as "the skaters." I picked up the last urethane wheel which lay beside me, and screwed it into place. The sun was hot today- made me want to take of my shirt, but I refrained, as I was certain she would start laughing at my muscle-deprived chest, or my ivory-like skin; or both. I was used to it, but she was really good-looking, and I didn't want her first impression of me to be a pale skinny guy. I wanted her to like me. After a few tests on our concrete driveway, I deemed my board safe and decided to ever-so-casually cruise past her house, in the hopes that a conversation may strike up. I was as surprised as the next guy when it did. "Nice board." I looked around and there she was, even prettier close up. Her arms were pretty white, which reassured me a little. I loosened up a little, and smiled at her. "Thanks. You new around here?" I sounded confident, which was weird for me. "Yeah, moved from Texas." "You don't have much of an accent." She laughed,"I'm from Philly originally, but we moved to Texas when I was seven, then my dad's company needed somebody to base in the Michigan branch, so here we are." "Cool- bummer about leaving your friends though. Know anybody around here?" "No, actually." "Well, let's get you started.. uh..." "Kirsten. Kirsten Morris, and you?" "Zach Reid. Well, now you know one person." She laughed again; secretly I was ecstatic. I liked this girl, she seemed to like me. This was like the best thing that had ever happened. "Well, Zach, let me ask you- what's there to do in this place?" "Hmm, well there's a coffee house where some guy you've known for two and a half minutes is willing to take you to, but he's afraid to ask- he's a bit of a chicken, really." "Well, tell him he can pick me up at seven, and my curfew remains to be decided by father dear." She smiled wide, showing off white teeth. She was amazing. I nodded. "I'll let him know. See ya around." "See you." And then, she went back to raking, and I went back home. I called the guys- Tucker, Seth, and Carrson, and made sure they'd be at the coffee house a little after seven, so I would have back up. Carrson had a girlfriend- Mallory, so if our date was a bomb, Kirsten would have someone to talk to, and if not, Carrson would have something to keep him occupied. Seth's girlfriend, Cady, was on vacation in Florida, and Tucker was single, after his girlfriend Louise dumped him for Billy Marshall only to get dumped herself. He was a little messed up at first, but he was okay now. The only thing is, Kirsten was his type of girl. Thankfully, he was my best friend, so he'd know immediately that I liked her, and would back off. I was kind of excited about Kirsten meeting my friends- they'd love her. The hour and a half that lay in front of seven pm went by quite quickly. When I got in, I had a shower, then spent about 30 minutes deciding what to wear. Baggy jeans- they were a cert, but the shirts I had didn't exactly scream "first date". I'd only been on, like, three first dates, two of which were also last ones. The first was with Louise, who I didn't like because, frankly, she was a total poser. Bought a hoodie to seem like a skater, dated a skater, all to prove to Tucker that she was his kind of girl, and the poor guy fell for it. The second relationship was.. wonderful. I loved her, and I thought she loved me, but I guess I was wrong. She broke my heart, and my friends tried to fix it by setting me up on a date with Mallory, who basically said yes, but we just didn't click. She asked Carrson out the next week- they've been together two months. That's how long I've gone without going on a date, but I've not met a new girl in about seven months. There's not many I don't know- I'm liked by most; I'm the boy-next-door type, the one who everyone knows. It has it's ups, like having almost everyone in the school know your name, but it also has it's downs, like being pounded on by Billy in gym class, which is two friggin' times a week. I went with a t-shirt, black baggy jeans and black DC's, and I felt... good. I thought I looked okay for once, so again my confidence pretty much soared. I decided not to bring my board- she didn't say anything about having one, so I didn't want to make her... well I don't know if she'd be uncomfortable, I didn't know if she'd be bothered, but i knew if i didn't bring my board and my girl did, I wouldn't really like it. Maybe that's just me, but maybe not. I felt confident until I placed my foot on the top step, then my stomcah started to have buttrflies, and not just regular ones- psychotic ones in little straightjackets who enjoyed bouncing off the walls of my gut. I gulped, and rung the doorbell, then stood down on the second step. I always did that- it had become a habit of mine. It seemed, respectful, I guess. I waited for a few seconds, and then her dad opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked politely. "Uh, yeah, I'm here for Kirsten, Mr.Morris, uh, sir." The guy smiled, to my relief. "Ah, right. Wait there. He walked over to the stairs, which were in front of the door. There weren't many boxes lying around, so they must have either sold a lot of furniture or got it shipped over here- the place looked pretty lived-in already. He shouted for Kirsten and turned to me. "She'll be down in a minute. Would you like to come in?" "It's okay, I'll wait out here. Thanks." He smiled. "Suit yourself. See you around, kid." He walked through into the other room. So laid back- his daughter was going on a date and I'm not sure he even knew my name. Did that mean she didn't think it was a date? Did I get dressed up for nothing? I got a little worried, until I saw her come down the stairs; she'd changed her clothes, and at that moment, all my worries melted away and I went back to enjoying looking at the gorgeous skater girl who stood before me. [this is my first attempt at writing from the viewpoint of a guy- how am i doing? i know this seems cutesie but i have a pretty seriousplot ahead of me. i need comments- especially from men- dudes, get in here!]

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Tue Sep 06, 2005 9:12 pm

Sam says... · Tue Sep 06, 2005 9:12 pm

Aye. Not much else to say!

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Thu Sep 08, 2005 6:01 am

Doubt says... · Thu Sep 08, 2005 6:01 am

It's really good. Can't wait for the next installment. (Only hope someone would look at my work...)

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