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Just to stare at you again.
Chapter 1
I sat there and stared. I didn't know what to do. This new guy he... he was perfect. I mean in ever shape and form he was the most beautiful, intelligent... I think, perfect, brown haired, brown eyed, handsome guy I've ever seen. In my whole life; and believe me seventeen years is a long time.
My gaze stayed glued on this brown haired wonder. It just stayed there. I barely paid any notice to my best friend. The big mouth Itey was sitting next to me yapping his head off as I just sat and stared.
"Are you listening to me Snitch?" I finally heard his voice break in.
"Huh?" I asked, with no more then a whisper I entered back into reality.
"You weren't were you?" He glared at me.
I shook my head, "Sorry Its, I mean look at him. Isn't he just perfect?"
He looked at the new guy and bit his lip, "Yeah, dreamy." Itey went quiet for the first time in three hours.
I began to stand up, "Think I should go talk to him?"
He looked up at me, "I don't know... What if he's straight... I don't want him to hurt you."
I smiled at the young Italian, "You worry to much, come on we'll introduce you too."
He shook his head no, "I'll just stay here Snitch."
I shrugged, "Whatever you say Its. I'm gonna get me a new friend." I winked at him, and he gave an airy laugh.
I slowly walked over to the boy sitting in the front row, second seat to the middle. On approach he looked up at me. His smile was almost as nice as toughs chocolaty eyes of his.
"Hiya." I greeted, "I'm Derk, everyone calls me Snitch." I stuck my hand out to be shoke.
He happily accepted my hand in his. "Do I wanna know why they call you Snitch."
I couldn't help but smiled as I shook my head, "You'll find out."
He nodded, the smiled still visible on his lips, "My name's Mitch, but everyone calls me Skittery."
I raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
He shrugged, "Not sure... I think it might have something to do with me playing basketball."
I smiled, "You play basketball?"
He nodded, "I've been playing sence I was like 6, my dad taught me."
I heard a bang, as if someone was hitting his or her head against a desk... I looked over... It was Itey. "That's pretty cool." I looked back at Skittery, wow even his name is perfect, "Look, I have to go. Maybe we can hang out later or something?"
His smile turned to a grin, then he raised an eyebrow, "Maybe I can call you sometime?"
My jaw dropped, "eh... yeah." I answered pulling myself together.
He nodded, "Do you have a phone number?"
My eyes went huge, "Oh! Write I guess you need that to call me huh? I mean it'll be kinda difficult to call someone who you don't have a number for..." Okay, now I was just rambling. But I guess it's better then being quiet. I stopped suddenly as I noticed him staring at me.
I began to blush as I grabbed a paper from my right back pocket, and a pen from the other. I scribbled down my phone number onto the paper and handed him the pen. Noticing I handed him the pen instead of the paper, just made me blush more as I fixed my mistake and gave him the paper.
He laughed and I tried not to make eye contact, "Why are you so nervous?"
I felt myself begin to sweat, "I'm not... it's just Itey," I pointed to my friend who was now banging a metal spoon (where ever he got that from) on his head. "I...er...better go. Talk to you later k?"
He nodded.
"Itey what the heck are you doing?" I walked back over to my seat next to him, grabbing the spoon from his hand.
"Don't make me get my knife out!" He threatened, grabbing for his bag.
I shrugged, "That plastic butter knife can hardly cut through butter, never mind your skin. Besides, You left it on your dresser this morning, you told me on our way to school."
He slammed his fist against the desk. "Dang this cruel cruel world!" His head fell to the desk.
I sat and began to stare at the brown haired, brown eyed boy once more. He looked back at me, catching me staring he smiled. I smiled back.
He turned around and I continued to stare. Why was he coming to school on the second to last day of school anyway? To me that was just weird...
~End of Part One~
-A/N-
La Di Da... My Itey!Muse made me write it. Go figure. That's all I have to say besides Please Review.
Itey!Muse: Yes review! I like reviews! We all do don't we?
Just to stare at you again.
Chapter 1
I sat there and stared. I didn't know what to do. This new guy he... he was perfect. I mean in ever shape and form he was the most beautiful, intelligent... I think, perfect, brown haired, brown eyed, handsome guy I've ever seen. In my whole life; and believe me seventeen years is a long time.
My gaze stayed glued on this brown haired wonder. It just stayed there. I barely paid any notice to my best friend. The big mouth Itey was sitting next to me yapping his head off as I just sat and stared.
"Are you listening to me Snitch?" I finally heard his voice break in.
"Huh?" I asked, with no more then a whisper I entered back into reality.
"You weren't were you?" He glared at me.
I shook my head, "Sorry Its, I mean look at him. Isn't he just perfect?"
He looked at the new guy and bit his lip, "Yeah, dreamy." Itey went quiet for the first time in three hours.
I began to stand up, "Think I should go talk to him?"
He looked up at me, "I don't know... What if he's straight... I don't want him to hurt you."
I smiled at the young Italian, "You worry to much, come on we'll introduce you too."
He shook his head no, "I'll just stay here Snitch."
I shrugged, "Whatever you say Its. I'm gonna get me a new friend." I winked at him, and he gave an airy laugh.
I slowly walked over to the boy sitting in the front row, second seat to the middle. On approach he looked up at me. His smile was almost as nice as toughs chocolaty eyes of his.
"Hiya." I greeted, "I'm Derk, everyone calls me Snitch." I stuck my hand out to be shoke.
He happily accepted my hand in his. "Do I wanna know why they call you Snitch."
I couldn't help but smiled as I shook my head, "You'll find out."
He nodded, the smiled still visible on his lips, "My name's Mitch, but everyone calls me Skittery."
I raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
He shrugged, "Not sure... I think it might have something to do with me playing basketball."
I smiled, "You play basketball?"
He nodded, "I've been playing sence I was like 6, my dad taught me."
I heard a bang, as if someone was hitting his or her head against a desk... I looked over... It was Itey. "That's pretty cool." I looked back at Skittery, wow even his name is perfect, "Look, I have to go. Maybe we can hang out later or something?"
His smile turned to a grin, then he raised an eyebrow, "Maybe I can call you sometime?"
My jaw dropped, "eh... yeah." I answered pulling myself together.
He nodded, "Do you have a phone number?"
My eyes went huge, "Oh! Write I guess you need that to call me huh? I mean it'll be kinda difficult to call someone who you don't have a number for..." Okay, now I was just rambling. But I guess it's better then being quiet. I stopped suddenly as I noticed him staring at me.
I began to blush as I grabbed a paper from my right back pocket, and a pen from the other. I scribbled down my phone number onto the paper and handed him the pen. Noticing I handed him the pen instead of the paper, just made me blush more as I fixed my mistake and gave him the paper.
He laughed and I tried not to make eye contact, "Why are you so nervous?"
I felt myself begin to sweat, "I'm not... it's just Itey," I pointed to my friend who was now banging a metal spoon (where ever he got that from) on his head. "I...er...better go. Talk to you later k?"
He nodded.
"Itey what the heck are you doing?" I walked back over to my seat next to him, grabbing the spoon from his hand.
"Don't make me get my knife out!" He threatened, grabbing for his bag.
I shrugged, "That plastic butter knife can hardly cut through butter, never mind your skin. Besides, You left it on your dresser this morning, you told me on our way to school."
He slammed his fist against the desk. "Dang this cruel cruel world!" His head fell to the desk.
I sat and began to stare at the brown haired, brown eyed boy once more. He looked back at me, catching me staring he smiled. I smiled back.
He turned around and I continued to stare. Why was he coming to school on the second to last day of school anyway? To me that was just weird...
~End of Part One~
-A/N-
La Di Da... My Itey!Muse made me write it. Go figure. That's all I have to say besides Please Review.
Itey!Muse: Yes review! I like reviews! We all do don't we?