If I could rule the world, we would have all been nerds. Honestly, If I did, we may still be ruling the 80's.
If I did, we would not judge one another like we do now.
Because I am in love with a boy named Greyson Chance.
My name is Dannie, I am a fourteen year old nerd, with dark brown hair, I have an emo haircut, and I wear blue rimmed glasses. My wardrobe, comfortable. Mainly emo, but some secretly girly, those of which I will never bring myself to wear in public. And I am MADLY IN LOVE with my Best friend, Greyson.
We were friend since the fourth grade. Seeming he was picked last in kickball, and then when he actually kicked the ball, it was like a sonic boom, and the ball flew over the fence on the other side of the field!
Since then, everyone fights over him when it comes to kickball.
But kickball or not, I was in love with him.
Anyways, Today we met up at school, he was wearing his favorite little flannel shirt, he pushed up the sleeve so they wouldn't go anywhere past his fore arm. He unbuttoned it, revealing his AC DC t-shirt I remember his brother used to own, and after he left for college, I remember him giving it to him, right before he drove off.
We never saw him again after that. He died in a car crash, drunk and broke down, one Saturday night, after a college party. We don't know where exactly it was that he had wanted to be, but that was never a concern to his family.
He laid eyes on me and smiled. His cute, boyish smile made me melt a little inside.
I ran up to him and he slumped his dark blue backpack over his shoulder.
"Hey!" I smiled.
"What's up?" he asked.
"You got new shoes?" I asked, looking down at his what used to be white dirty and worn out converse, which were now black high-tops.
"Yeah, my mom found a twenty dollar bill under the table at Denny's, so I scored some new shoes."
"Well now they match mine." I laughed, watching him compare his shoes to mine.
"Nah, your feet are bigger." He joked. I shoved his shoulder playfully.
The truth was, my feet were just small. He had told me they were big once to make me feel better, but of course, it didn't. So now it become an inside joke between us.
We walked through the halls, everyone's attention directing to everything and everyone, except for us. Which I enjoyed, being one who freaks out when a hot guy comes my way. Although that was only once in kindergarten, When Steven Backstrome decided to chat with me at recess, I was so close to having an accident, if you know what I mean. But ever since that day, I freak out around everyone but Greyson.
He looked at me, and said, "I cannot believe we're so invisible to these people."
I rolled my eyes. "I prefer to think of it as a good thing." I told him. "The scariest place to me is the center of attention."
It's Middle School, anyways. It's not like anyone cares, right?
"Well…yeah, I guess." He shrugged. We stopped at his locker, one locker away from mine. He had this special song to help him remember his code, which he won't tell me. I already know it, though. 7 left, 32 right, and then 2 left again.
He opened his locker right before I did, and took out his math book. I pulled out mine as well. He closed his locker and peeked into mine. I pulled out my journal and placed it in the spot that my math book once was, on my history book. I shut my locker, bumping into Greyson a tiny bit. He backed up. "Sorry Grey."
"It's fine." He said, his cheeks were red, so he looked down. That's about the closest he will ever get to a girl, or so he thinks.
The bell rang, we ran to class.
(BLAHBLAHBLAH SKIPPING CLASS YADAYADAYADA)
Yay! Its Recess!
Greyson and I walk around school campus, talking about how stupid the substitute was, who had to look down at the book whenever someone gave an answer. Never could explain the question, why?
Then Greyson said, "Want to come over, after school?"
I sighed. "Greyson, you're right across the street. Do you really have to ask?"
He laughed. Though, he seemed to have something on his mind. Something, questionable.