Part 1/2/10. (Part one, of two, of ten.)
So this is my new series that I've got going. It's about 5 girls, and each girl gets two short stories, the first one with a cliffhanger ending as you'll see.
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Girls Rules and Boys Drool (Over Her)
“Girls rule!”
Every Saturday at nine this gets shouted, the five of us stand on whatever roof we happen to be under and shout that to the sky. That’s because every Saturday from six to nine, we’re all seven years old again.
“We” meaning myself (Rachel) and my four best friends, Jamie, Darcie, Myra, and Hope. If I had to separate my friends into how much I love them, Darcie would be at the bottom. All the guys I know are in love with her. Now that wouldn’t bug me so much as the fact that she doesn’t do any flirting with them! I know, I’ve asked what her secret is and she’s replied that she didn’t have one at all. So I love her the least out of pure jealousy.
Very few guys have ever paid attention to me. They’ve always got their eyes glued to her because she’s so pretty. It’s annoying. Mostly because they come to me for God knows what reason to get advice on how to tell her.
The best advice I’ve given:
Don’t tell her.
Don’t you miss the old days? The days when guys still had cooties and liked chasing you around with worms, and when you got into the subject of kissing in front of your parents the simple answer to “why would a guy want to stick his tongue in my mouth?” was because he wanted you to bite it off? Do you miss those days to? I know I do. I miss the days before hormones told us guys were hot or nerds, or whatever else we label guys as.
I miss the days before I was hopelessly in love with Josh. Josh was this good for nothing, punk who had a motorcycle. He had only a vague idea I existed. I was the librarian to him. If he had something he needed to find anywhere, I’d be able to tell him.
And oh how I loved when I had to show him where he had to go. I’d ask if he wanted to go the fast or the slow way, he’d always say the slow way. We’d walk and we’d talk, and then the next day he’d forget all about me.
The greatest days are the days when he needs to find something. Today was one of those great days. He needed help finding a better place to eat lunch. My inner core screamed out to tell him with me.
I asked him what kind of place he was looking for; our school didn’t confine us to the cafeteria during lunch like most schools. We were free to roam the halls if we wished.
“A place where you and I could have a conversation undisturbed for the most part.”
I swallowed hard, oh god. He wanted to talk. That could mean only one of two things. He wanted to get to know me better (which meant he liked me) or he knew I was in love with him and wanted me to lay off.
“There’s the spot behind the vending machine?” I suggested. He nodded and we started walking that way. Awkward silence… “What did you want to talk about?”
He shrugged, “nothing in particular.”
He wasn’t a poker player, he didn’t bluff and I knew that was the truth. He just wanted to talk! My heart did tap dances in my chest. Very elaborate tap dances too, with ballet leaps and summer salts and back flips cartwheels, you name it my heart was doin it.
We sat there and started talking…sorta. There was more just questioning and responding with single words before another awkward silence appeared. I hated it.
Finally I snapped. “You said you wanted to talk!”
He looked at me shocked. “I do.”
“We’re not talking!”
“I…” his cheeks started to turn red. He was…blushing? I didn’t even know he could blush!
“Josh…I like you okay? If that’s what you wanted to know when you came over here you have it now you can go.”
He sighed. “It was…but I’m not going anywhere quite yet.” He looked at me, “I need your help.”
“With what?”
“Getting Darcie to like me.”
My jaw dropped. “You didn’t just say that did you?”
He nodded, “I did.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard him say…
(Look for part 2 soon!)
