When Your Knees Buckle

When your knees buckle its usually because you're nervous. I've been nervous before. Nervous over girls, tests, speeches, metaphorically speaking, a near death experience. Call me clumsy, but I happen to run into that last one plenty. Like once before, I went rock climbing with my "uncle" Curtis. He unfortunately met with a unpleasantly cloudy, indistinct, and not to mention smelly body of water, in the middle of the cave. The Dan yr Ogof cave in Capri, Italy. There were four large lakes there, all together the cave ran about ten miles long. We tried our luck in going around the first lake. No good. Actually Curtis had me follow him through a short cut, and I ended up slipping and smacking my head on a small crystallized piece of rock. It went in about 3/4 into my skull. Extreme stitching!

So this is my very first diary entry, and I wanted to make it count. I plan to right about all my crazy adventures, and hopefully a love story or two, when hell freezes over. I want to make this a top seller, worldwide. Yes that's right, this is all going to be hard cover book one day. Maybe even bigger than the Twilight series now. So from here on out, I'm going to be referred to as..... Samuels, Jackson Samuels. That will even be the author name! Or not.

I guess now's the time to tell you all my real name. Its Phillip Diffy. I go by Phil though. A little bit about me: I'm a 17 year old junior about to be a senior. I have dark brown hair, and I'm like 5'8", and I go to H.G. Wells Junior/Senior High. For now at least. I drive a black '89 Camero, just got it for my birthday. I want to be a famous writer when I grow up, won't be long, and it will be all thanks to you guys, and or girls.

"Oh god, what are you doing? Your little girly girl diary." The usual greeting from my little sister Pim. Other than that, "Oh its you" or "Get lost loser." She's naturally aggressive.

"Its not a diary! These are my memoirs! What do you want anyway?!" I snap at her.

"The pizza's here, so go get it. Mom is busy giving Curtis a bath, and dad is working on getting us the hell out of here." All I can think is, 'why can't you get it?' So I say...

"Why can't you get it?"

"Because I don't feel like it. Now go, before I starve!" She yells.

So I walk down the stairs, and into the living room, and to our front door.

"You guys always keep your pizza girl waiting?" What I heard as I opened the door to a shivering pizza delivery women.

"Uh... No, I'm sorry I just... Sorry." I stood at the door staring at the girl like a fool.

The awkward silence lasted, for what seemed to be, ages until she broke it.

"So you gonna pay me, or what? Its gonna be thirteen fifty."

"Yeah, yeah here you go." I handed her a ten and four ones.

"Here's your change, sir. I hate to ask, but why are you staring at me?"

I took the change from her hand, and continuously stared at her, for no apparent reason.

"What, I was not staring. Just, thanks for the pizza. Bye"

And I slammed the door in her face. Not in a mean way. I was just nervous, but I don't know why.

"You just took like five whole minutes to collect a pizza. Too bad I already ate in Austrailia." Oh my gosh. Pim is the one who ordered the pizza. Now no ones going to eat it.

"Who was that Phil, at the door?" My sweet, sweet mother compared to that devil Pim. It almost makes me sick to do it.

"Oh I ordered pizza. So, Curtis clean already?"

"Yep, no hastle this time either."

"Hey Phil. You know your father told you not to order in anymore? I'll cover for you this time."

"Thanks mom."

See, my mom is like a saint who sadly gave birth to a demon. I feel so bad for her.

I threw the pizza away, and headed off for bed.

'Hey. Heres your pizza.' She said walking into my room.

'Thanks, how about you stay and help me finish it?' I'm sitting on my bed watching her slowly step toward me.

'I don't know if my boyfriend would like that.' She straddles my waist.

'I can keep a secret.' I kiss her softly, while slowly guiding her body underneath mine.

My pillow feels wet, and I hear a faint laughing from behind me. I lift my upper body, now I'm like a graph with a dotted line going straight up.

An awkward smile creeps onto my lips at the moment. I turn toward my door.

"Pim! What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Oh nothing, just came in to return your socks. I only stayed because I heard you mumbling about pizza and kissing."

"Get out!"

"You know your pants are kinda sticking..." I point toward the door, and nag her to get out.

Obviously I have a thing for the pizza girl. Literally. I also have a bad feeling that these dreams won't stop until I do something about it.

I collapse back onto my pillow, after turning it to the other side of course, and think about how I'm gonna get over this. Truth is I've never once felt this way or had that kind of dream about a girl ever! It was good though.

She was amazing. Long blonde hair, with a touch of wave in it. That cute little Dominos cap there required to wear. The amazing physique. She was like an angel but more suburban.

So tomorrow I'm gonna go to Dominos and, maybe.....Oh I don't know! It'll come to me at the last minute I'm sure.

First chapter is done! How'd you guys like it?? Good idea, going well so far??

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