Title: Lucky
Author: Katie
Email: meboja90@yahoo.com
Fandom: Friends
Pairing: Ross/OMC
Series: No One Needs to Know 1/?
Archival: To lists. Anywhere else, ask.
Warning: Eight-graders share an innocent kiss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends.
Summary: Ross' first kiss.
***
In eighth grade, I kissed a boy. Not just any boy but David Carver, the fastest runner on the block. Everybody looked up to him. He hung out with the Himmel brothers, boys who enjoyed kicking the crap out of me on a regular basis. I was brain, thay were brawn; it was the natural order of Long Island. The only person who didn't think so was David. David would call the boys off of me when it got too rough. "You're lucky," they would say, pedaling off on their bikes.
I was lucky. I had a fat sister, was obsessed with dinosaurs, and had really weird parents. I was lucky to not be lying in a pool of my own blood.
David protected me from my certain fate. I had no idea why until my fourteenth birthday. His biciyle tire skidded on a rock in front of our driveway, catapulting him over the handlebar. Dad carried him into the garage, telling me to bring his bike in. Mom brought out the First-Aid Kit, and cleaned and dressed his cuts. Mom and Dad went into the house, leaving David and me alone.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," David replied. "But, I don't know how good my bike is."
I glanced at the bicicycle. The front tire was deflated, and completely unhinged from the bike. "Aw, that's nothing," I said. "All you need is an air pump, a screwdriver, and rubber cement. We've got all that right here. I could fix that ten minutes!"
"You could?"
"Oh, yeah. If-if you wanted me to."
"Yeah. I'd like that."
I grabbed the supplies and brought them to stoop where David and his bike sat. I found where the rock punctured the tire, and held it in view. "Could you hold it?"
"Sure," David replied.
David did as told, and I applied a layer of rubber cement to the hole. I hooked the tire up to the air pump and filled it. Finally, I screwed the wheel back into the bictcle.
"Done," I said.
"Wow," David said in awe. "I mean- I didn't know you knew so much about bikes."
"I'm not just some weirdo wo stays in his room all the time."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. Last summer, I visited my aunt and uncle in New Jersey. And I hung out at this tandem rental on the boardwalk. The owner let me help out, and he even paid me."
"Are you going to go back when we're on break?"
"I don't know. I hope I can."
"That's cool."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us gazing out at the little kids playing in the street. David turned, and pressed his lips on my cheek. I looked at him, and it happened-- I kissed him, my first kiss.
"I-I got to go," David said, getting up.
"You don't have to," I said. "We're having cake soon."
"I'll pass. Happy birthday." David rode off on his bike.
I sat in the garage for over an hour, not daring to see my family. I thought they would be able to tell what I did, somehow. I was only brought in by Dad yelling that Monica was going to eat the whole cake if I didn't come in. I don't remember what I wished for, when I blew out the candles, if I even wished for anything. All I wanted to do that night was sit in the garage.
I didn't talk to David the next day at school, or for the rest of the year. Despite my inexperience, I wanted to pursue something with David, but I never talked to him again. During the summer, I stayed in New Jersey with my aunt and uncle. The next year, I went to Lincoln, while David went to St. Mary's. Then, the Rachel thing started, and *whew* I didn't see much of anybody after that. I went off to college, met Carol, and we married. The rest... I'd rather not mention.
Author: Katie
Email: meboja90@yahoo.com
Fandom: Friends
Pairing: Ross/OMC
Series: No One Needs to Know 1/?
Archival: To lists. Anywhere else, ask.
Warning: Eight-graders share an innocent kiss.
Disclaimer: I do not own Friends.
Summary: Ross' first kiss.
***
In eighth grade, I kissed a boy. Not just any boy but David Carver, the fastest runner on the block. Everybody looked up to him. He hung out with the Himmel brothers, boys who enjoyed kicking the crap out of me on a regular basis. I was brain, thay were brawn; it was the natural order of Long Island. The only person who didn't think so was David. David would call the boys off of me when it got too rough. "You're lucky," they would say, pedaling off on their bikes.
I was lucky. I had a fat sister, was obsessed with dinosaurs, and had really weird parents. I was lucky to not be lying in a pool of my own blood.
David protected me from my certain fate. I had no idea why until my fourteenth birthday. His biciyle tire skidded on a rock in front of our driveway, catapulting him over the handlebar. Dad carried him into the garage, telling me to bring his bike in. Mom brought out the First-Aid Kit, and cleaned and dressed his cuts. Mom and Dad went into the house, leaving David and me alone.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," David replied. "But, I don't know how good my bike is."
I glanced at the bicicycle. The front tire was deflated, and completely unhinged from the bike. "Aw, that's nothing," I said. "All you need is an air pump, a screwdriver, and rubber cement. We've got all that right here. I could fix that ten minutes!"
"You could?"
"Oh, yeah. If-if you wanted me to."
"Yeah. I'd like that."
I grabbed the supplies and brought them to stoop where David and his bike sat. I found where the rock punctured the tire, and held it in view. "Could you hold it?"
"Sure," David replied.
David did as told, and I applied a layer of rubber cement to the hole. I hooked the tire up to the air pump and filled it. Finally, I screwed the wheel back into the bictcle.
"Done," I said.
"Wow," David said in awe. "I mean- I didn't know you knew so much about bikes."
"I'm not just some weirdo wo stays in his room all the time."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. Last summer, I visited my aunt and uncle in New Jersey. And I hung out at this tandem rental on the boardwalk. The owner let me help out, and he even paid me."
"Are you going to go back when we're on break?"
"I don't know. I hope I can."
"That's cool."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us gazing out at the little kids playing in the street. David turned, and pressed his lips on my cheek. I looked at him, and it happened-- I kissed him, my first kiss.
"I-I got to go," David said, getting up.
"You don't have to," I said. "We're having cake soon."
"I'll pass. Happy birthday." David rode off on his bike.
I sat in the garage for over an hour, not daring to see my family. I thought they would be able to tell what I did, somehow. I was only brought in by Dad yelling that Monica was going to eat the whole cake if I didn't come in. I don't remember what I wished for, when I blew out the candles, if I even wished for anything. All I wanted to do that night was sit in the garage.
I didn't talk to David the next day at school, or for the rest of the year. Despite my inexperience, I wanted to pursue something with David, but I never talked to him again. During the summer, I stayed in New Jersey with my aunt and uncle. The next year, I went to Lincoln, while David went to St. Mary's. Then, the Rachel thing started, and *whew* I didn't see much of anybody after that. I went off to college, met Carol, and we married. The rest... I'd rather not mention.
