I was walking down the street singing the tune from one of my favorite cartoons, Pepper Anne. It was a beautiful day. The sun was out and shinning and the birds whistled above me. Families were playing and having picnics at the park in which I was strolling in. My hand clasped together behind me and my hair in a single pony tail for one of the first times in like ten years. I usually wore this funky style pig tail slash bun thing. But today I was just going to enjoy my self. I smiled at little kids and blushed at the winks I got from the boys. I admit I was use to them. I have attributes more than some women, especially when I wore my miniskirts. Today, I was. I looked to the sky and smiled at the fluffy clouds that floated over me. Today is-
"Hey, Meatball head!" –absolute hell. I stopped walking and looked behind me and saw my worst enemy.
'Actually everyone knows him as the sexiest guy in town.'
'Well they don't know him like me.'
" Darien, can I have just one day of peace? PLEASE!" I asked him with annoyance apparent. He smirked, which was something that could make any girl faint, except me.
'Oh please you have to shake your head to ignore the feeling in your stomach!'
'Do Not!'
'Then why are you doing it now?'
'I have a ….head ache'
"Now you're just being silly. Me leave you alone? That's about the same time hell freezes over." He chuckled, which makes me shiver.
'Only because you think it's sexy!'
'I really do hate you'
"Your right, so I'll be the one to leave." I replied curtly. He scrunched up his eyebrows and looked at me funny.
"Are you feeling okay, donut head?" He asked as he put the back of his hand on my forehead. I slapped it as I gave him my best glare.
'That makes you look like a monkey'
'No it doesn't!'
"You do realize that when you glare you look like a monkey." Darien told me with another mocking smirk.
'That makes your heart race. Oh and TOLD YOU SO!'
'Will you ever shut up?'
I glared at him and stomped off in the opposite direction. I didn't realize at the time that I was in fact walking in the middle of a soccer game. Unfortunately I realized it too late. When I looked up to where I was going I saw a soccer player about to crash into me. I screamed and then I felt an arm tug me backwards into a hard surface. I had my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath. That was VERY close. I stood absolutely still till I heard a voice.
"You almost hit her!" Wait that sounded like Darien. NAH! It could be he would have let me get hit and THEN laugh as he high five the guy.
'I don't know. It did sound a LOT like Darien.'
'NAHHHH, it couldn't be, could it?'
My curiosity got the better of me as I turned around in the persons arm. I was speechless at what I saw. Not only was it Darien, but Darien had a look of worry when he looked at me. I must be like dreaming or something. This CAN'T be happening. I pushed him away as I remembered how close we were. I looked at the soccer player and froze.
'Can you say gorgeous?'
'He sure does….'
I shook my head and blushed as I bowed.
"I'm sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going." I said as I hurried to leave the embarrassing scene. Why is always me that makes a complete fool out of themselves. I reached the swing set, on the other end of the park when an arm spun me around. I held my breath afraid that it would be the soccer player and that he was still angry. I let it out in a sigh of frustration.
'Oh just admit it, you would rather him than the mad guy.'
'Not really.'
'Harsh….I like it'
'That's what I'm good for.'
"Hey I stood up for you back there, could you at least, I don't know, THANK ME!" He fumed. I was taken back. He never yelled at me. I was the one to yell. He was always calm and collective in our fights. But here he is acting frustrated.
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have walked out in the field in the first place!" I fired back as I turned on him and continued my trot.
"Oh sure, go ahead and blame it on me Meat Ball Head! Just go on and think it's my entire fault and live with your life carefree as I have to live from day to day feeling insecure. Putting my best effort to not let my feeling show. But no here you are, emotional and blaming me, like I don't have enough to worry about!" He screamed after me. I stopped in mid step.
'I've never seen this side of Darien.'
'It's kind of sexy.'
'Okay that's enough of you miss weirdo in my brain'
'Whatever, you know it's cute!'
'EHH…..I guess….'
I turned to him with a confused face.
"What do you want me to do, Darien?" I asked with a huff. He sighed and looked down as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. A dark shadow covered his face making him seem more dramatic.
'And sexy.'
"I want….Never mind, just go Meatball head, and just forget I said anything." He said as he walked off in the opposite direction.
'Was he serious?'
'No clue.'
'Hey do you smell that?'
'Yeah, is that popcorn?'
'Yeah with butter.'
'YUMMM.'
