Whatever happens..., chapter 1
"OMG!" I screeched into Dana's (My best friend since 6th grade.) ear. "There he is!" As I boldly dared to look down the street, I saw the guy I had the biggest crush on since the end of 6th grade. Dana looked at me like she had just seen one of the members of ACDC get killed. "Your crazy. Thats all there is to it." she remarked. "Oh shut the fuck up." Just as I had said that, my other best friend, Jami, skate boarded up my driveway. "Wus up?" she asked. "Skye's just wasting her life away, again, watching Frank walk down the street. Like she does everyday." Dana said rudely. "Why don't chu go up and talk to him?" Jami asked me in a tone. "WHAT?? ARE YOU CRAZY!?" I yelped. Just then, Frank turned his head and started walking towards us.
I had butterflies in my stomach. What should I do? Of course Frank wasn't the coolest, or brightest, kid in school. He was always the center of attention, the class clown. But something about him made me feel kinda warm inside. "Whats up?" he asked slowly. I froze. Was he talking to me?? "Nothing much, you?" Dana said. "Well I was going to the pool, and I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with. Billie Joe and Mike are coming also." Dana and Jami froze. 'Oh boy.' I thought. Ever since I met Dana and Jami, they always had crushes on Mike and Billie. Dana always liked Mike. Jami always liked Billie Joe. Always. "SURE!" they both said together. "OK. I'll wait here so you can get your bathing suits on." Frank said extactically. Jami zoomed down my driveway and Dana ran across the street, almost getting run over by a car, to go to her house. "Ummm do do you wannanna come ininsidde?" I studdered. "Sure." He said softly.
I ran downstairs into the basement where my room was, falling twice, while Frank was stomping around upstairs. I slipped on my black plain bikini and pulled up my long black hair into a tight bun. I looked at my self in the mirror. Looking closely at my lip ring and my belly button ring. I looked at my backside. You could see my tattoo of a gun engulfed in roses. "Mmmm. You look tastey." I jumped and I saw Frank there in the doorway. "You scared the shit outah me!" I said while throwing my shirt at him. He shrugged his shoulders. I guess it was his way of saying 'I'm sorry.' A thought burst into my head. "How long have you been watching me you pervert!?" I screamed at him. "Relax. I just got in when you were looking at your totally awsome tattoo. Come on. Your friends and my friends have been waiting for you." I walked up the stairs and when Frank got up the stairs he thumbsed up Mike and Billie.
At the pool, I sat down on a beach chair and put sunblock on and Jami, Dana, and me were getting a nice tan...of course we were interupted. "CANNONBALL!!!!" As I gazed up, Billie, Mike, and Frank were jumping into the pool and got us totally soaked. "Alright thats it you Peeping Tom." As soon as I finished the sentence, I jumped onto Frank and dragged him under. Jami and Dana followed my lead. When I came back up, I looked at Frank. "WOW..." I whispered. I looked at his body. His hair was drooping down into his face while he was smiling at me. I moved my eyes down and looked at his abs. 'SIX PACK BABY!' I was thinking. They were hard as a rock! I moved my eyes down a little lower and, OMG. "You OK?" he asked me. I came out of my perverted trance. "Yeah. Thanks for asking." I said quietly. He looked at me up and down and smiled at me all cheeky. He was looking at me the way I was looking at him! I was thinking in a way I never thought I would. Could like me??
I had butterflies in my stomach. What should I do? Of course Frank wasn't the coolest, or brightest, kid in school. He was always the center of attention, the class clown. But something about him made me feel kinda warm inside. "Whats up?" he asked slowly. I froze. Was he talking to me?? "Nothing much, you?" Dana said. "Well I was going to the pool, and I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with. Billie Joe and Mike are coming also." Dana and Jami froze. 'Oh boy.' I thought. Ever since I met Dana and Jami, they always had crushes on Mike and Billie. Dana always liked Mike. Jami always liked Billie Joe. Always. "SURE!" they both said together. "OK. I'll wait here so you can get your bathing suits on." Frank said extactically. Jami zoomed down my driveway and Dana ran across the street, almost getting run over by a car, to go to her house. "Ummm do do you wannanna come ininsidde?" I studdered. "Sure." He said softly.
I ran downstairs into the basement where my room was, falling twice, while Frank was stomping around upstairs. I slipped on my black plain bikini and pulled up my long black hair into a tight bun. I looked at my self in the mirror. Looking closely at my lip ring and my belly button ring. I looked at my backside. You could see my tattoo of a gun engulfed in roses. "Mmmm. You look tastey." I jumped and I saw Frank there in the doorway. "You scared the shit outah me!" I said while throwing my shirt at him. He shrugged his shoulders. I guess it was his way of saying 'I'm sorry.' A thought burst into my head. "How long have you been watching me you pervert!?" I screamed at him. "Relax. I just got in when you were looking at your totally awsome tattoo. Come on. Your friends and my friends have been waiting for you." I walked up the stairs and when Frank got up the stairs he thumbsed up Mike and Billie.
At the pool, I sat down on a beach chair and put sunblock on and Jami, Dana, and me were getting a nice tan...of course we were interupted. "CANNONBALL!!!!" As I gazed up, Billie, Mike, and Frank were jumping into the pool and got us totally soaked. "Alright thats it you Peeping Tom." As soon as I finished the sentence, I jumped onto Frank and dragged him under. Jami and Dana followed my lead. When I came back up, I looked at Frank. "WOW..." I whispered. I looked at his body. His hair was drooping down into his face while he was smiling at me. I moved my eyes down and looked at his abs. 'SIX PACK BABY!' I was thinking. They were hard as a rock! I moved my eyes down a little lower and, OMG. "You OK?" he asked me. I came out of my perverted trance. "Yeah. Thanks for asking." I said quietly. He looked at me up and down and smiled at me all cheeky. He was looking at me the way I was looking at him! I was thinking in a way I never thought I would. Could like me??
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