At the beach in Tampa with my crazy family for 2 months. They were either by the water or getting food, my grandparents didn't get here yet; so it was just my parents, brother, sister, 2 uncles, and aunt. I put my headphones in and played some Simple Plan while reading my Amazing Spiderman novel. Yes I said Spiderman; I do get hell for that, like "oh you're such a boy." Anyway this is dance competition week and it's fitting that it's in our vacation spot of choice. Seriously my family is in love with Florida.
I turned around and saw a guy with the most beautiful blue eyes with his headphones in and had a cigarette in between his fingers, he was interesting to say the least. I caught myself staring and quickly turned around "well at least he didn't see me", I said quietly to myself. A song later and the last word of the chapter a shadow came over me; I just thought someone came back from the food carriage. "You stare at me for a solid minute and now you don't want to look at me", a mans voice said and I turned around; it was him. "Oh hi…um sorry", I blushed from embarrassment. "Get up talk to me, I don't bite…maybe." I stood up like he told me too; he was real tall and had light brown shaggy-like hair. "Hi, I'm Christina, but please call me Chris." I mentally slapped myself from being so bold. "Wait, you're not scared of me?" he rubbed his chin. "Why would I be?" I shot back. "All women are once they look me in the eyes." "You're not scary, just intriguing." He was speechless, probably for the first time in his life. "My names Jon, Come over there with me, so we can chat", he winked. "Wow there's just something about him that drives me crazy, and the good kind", I thought to myself. My family came back so I went over to them. After I told my parents the story, they didn't want me to talk to a stranger and my answer was "that's how you meet new people, and sometimes new people could change your life." They gave in.
"Hey" I said as I put my chair opposite him so we were face to face. "Hi" he said as he lit a cigarette, "you want one." He pointed the pack towards me. "Nah, I don't smoke" I replied and he put them down. "So, Jon tell me something random about you" I really wanted to know. I took out my water and took a sip as he started talking. "Well…" I interrupted after he pondered for a little too long. "How about I ask you what I want to know?" "Yeah, let's do that rapid fire them to me." "Ok so, birthday, age, job, last name, favorite colors, where are you from? Height, and to dance or not to dance." He thought for a second; "December 5th, 25, wrestler, Good, black and grey, Cincinnati, 6'4, not to dance. Now it's you're turn. Same questions." He gave a smirk that made my heart skip a beat. "September 12th, 16 almost 17, student, Laptina, red, black and silver, Brooklyn, 5'5, and pro dancer. Hey and we have a similarity, wrestling." "Do you wrestle?" he asked. "No, but I really want to learn." "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Like", I asked.
"You want me to train you is that it", he leaned closer to me.
"No…I mean yes…I don't know would you teach me", I laughed.
Then he joined in and laughed at my awkwardness. "Sorry, I'm crazy." "No problem, I'm crazier", he licked his lips. "Anything else I should know about you." He replied with one word, 'nope', but his eyes were lying. "Your eyes say otherwise…sixth sense", I shrugged "tell me, I won't judge, believe me I should be the last one to judge anyone." "Ok, but you're the first person I'll open up too; I see your face don't get flattered. Plain and simple; my father was in jail since I was little, my mom was a alcoholic and drugged up whore, no brothers and sisters, don't know any of my relatives, wrestling basically saved my life, I was surprised when I graduated and didn't end up in jail, and I keep to myself, quiet and reserved." We were silent for a few seconds as I processed all he said. "Well you probably don't feel lonely, got a big support system." "Yeah well I do, but I don't tell them anything. I mean I have friends, but the only friend I could really open up to is Sam. He's been my best friend since we were babies because, he's a family friend. He move to LA a few moths ago and we haven't been talking all that much. I feel empty without him", I felt like crying but I held back. "Are you okay?" he put his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Ya know, I heard when a girl says she is fine, it means she is not." Damn it he caught me. "I just miss him. I feel so much better talking to him; he's the only person that I can talk to about anything and everything." "Since I'm going to be your trainer you can trust and talk to me. Got it?" he told me. "aye aye Jon" I saluted him and we laughed. "Give me your number and I'll call you about training." I gave him my number and then he left.
