The Real Thing
I sat up and looked at the stars where there is moonlight touching my face. Through those stars I could see Arnold and see how much I loved him. All I wanted to know is if he loved me back. But I knew it was impossible for us to become lovers at a young age. But as I sit here and write my story about the one I love, this all could be a very good beginning...
School Monday morning came early. I was in my normal bully mode, and I just enjoyed pushing everyone around. My best friend Phoebe came up to me asking me questions I couldn't understand. So, I calmly tell her that I had to go to something. Of course, she understood. So, I pick my books up and walked around the corner, bumping into Arnold as usual. But this time, I didn't feel like a bully anymore.
"Helga, sorry about that. Do you want me to help you up?"
I nodded and took his hand, his hands were so warm, and I could feel the passion rising between both of us. Arnold let go of my hand, and waved goodbye to me. But no! I wouldn't take that as an answer. I needed to tell him my secret now, and it would be my only chance.
"Arnold, I'm asking if you want to help me on the history assignment due Tuesday. Can I come over and you can help me?" I looked at him, "Please?"
Arnold looked at me with a weird expression. But he smiled towards me, which I loved so much.
"Sure, come over tomorrow at 10am."
I nodded and waved goodbye to him. I didn't feel like picking on him anymore. I didn't know what to think anymore. I guessed I had too many feelings towards him then I thought. The next day at 10am, I went to Arnold's house. He answered the door and took his books with him and went up to his room.
"So, what part of the assignment are you having problems on?" Arnold asked me.
I pointed where I had the mistakes and he thought about it too much to see where the answer would be, as I sit there and look at his adorable football head, I smile and quiver. My body begins shacking. Then as the minutes come by, he looked at me.
"I do get you're point in history. I think the answer is on the left side of the book in that paragraph. All you have to do is explain what it means. Are you getting this?" Arnold asked me.
"I do." I told him.
I looked at him, thanking him for helping me. So I smiled. He looks up into my eyes and smiles back.
"Thanks, Helga."
He smiled at me, and while his clock was ticking, he tooked my hand. I look at him feeling my love for him getting stronger. Then, it all makes sense. He leans up brushing against my warm lips, and kisses me for the first time. My hand has gone around his neck. I feel like he does love me and never noticed it yet.
I wake up from the bed and relaized all this was a dream. I wished this dream had come true. Sadly, I take my clothes and take a cold shower. All I could do is think about the dream and how much I wanted this to happen. After, I get dressed and head out towards school. I wasn't a bully to Arnold that day and maybe someday the sparks will fly between the both of us.
The end
I sat up and looked at the stars where there is moonlight touching my face. Through those stars I could see Arnold and see how much I loved him. All I wanted to know is if he loved me back. But I knew it was impossible for us to become lovers at a young age. But as I sit here and write my story about the one I love, this all could be a very good beginning...
School Monday morning came early. I was in my normal bully mode, and I just enjoyed pushing everyone around. My best friend Phoebe came up to me asking me questions I couldn't understand. So, I calmly tell her that I had to go to something. Of course, she understood. So, I pick my books up and walked around the corner, bumping into Arnold as usual. But this time, I didn't feel like a bully anymore.
"Helga, sorry about that. Do you want me to help you up?"
I nodded and took his hand, his hands were so warm, and I could feel the passion rising between both of us. Arnold let go of my hand, and waved goodbye to me. But no! I wouldn't take that as an answer. I needed to tell him my secret now, and it would be my only chance.
"Arnold, I'm asking if you want to help me on the history assignment due Tuesday. Can I come over and you can help me?" I looked at him, "Please?"
Arnold looked at me with a weird expression. But he smiled towards me, which I loved so much.
"Sure, come over tomorrow at 10am."
I nodded and waved goodbye to him. I didn't feel like picking on him anymore. I didn't know what to think anymore. I guessed I had too many feelings towards him then I thought. The next day at 10am, I went to Arnold's house. He answered the door and took his books with him and went up to his room.
"So, what part of the assignment are you having problems on?" Arnold asked me.
I pointed where I had the mistakes and he thought about it too much to see where the answer would be, as I sit there and look at his adorable football head, I smile and quiver. My body begins shacking. Then as the minutes come by, he looked at me.
"I do get you're point in history. I think the answer is on the left side of the book in that paragraph. All you have to do is explain what it means. Are you getting this?" Arnold asked me.
"I do." I told him.
I looked at him, thanking him for helping me. So I smiled. He looks up into my eyes and smiles back.
"Thanks, Helga."
He smiled at me, and while his clock was ticking, he tooked my hand. I look at him feeling my love for him getting stronger. Then, it all makes sense. He leans up brushing against my warm lips, and kisses me for the first time. My hand has gone around his neck. I feel like he does love me and never noticed it yet.
I wake up from the bed and relaized all this was a dream. I wished this dream had come true. Sadly, I take my clothes and take a cold shower. All I could do is think about the dream and how much I wanted this to happen. After, I get dressed and head out towards school. I wasn't a bully to Arnold that day and maybe someday the sparks will fly between the both of us.
The end