Chapter 1
"Rikky. Come here Rikky. I have something to tell you," Micky whispered. She beckoned across the room at me. Or so I thought. I had all of my classes with her, and whenever I looked at her, I would start daydreaming. I blinked and looked back at my History test. There was something wet on my face. Oh no! Am I... DROOLING? I thought. Sure enough, I was.
Micky had an average body shape, you know, the girl wasn't hour glassed shaped, or pear shaped. She was in between, just the way I liked. She wasn't super model skinny, or fat, just in between. Almost everything about her was in between. Her hair was between straight and curly, and between thick and thin. The color of her eyes were between a deep, rich, chocolate brown and sparkly, green, hazel color. She had freckles between her eyes and the tip of her nose. And her lips, ooh, her lips. They were a light pink color, and they always looked soft. They were the only thing about her that wasn't in between.
Meanwhile, I was just about as big as she was. I was built like a football player, and my was almost the same color as her's, and my eyes were a dark brown. My lips were soft, but they were a tan-ish color. She'd never fall for me. Not in a million year's.
