If These Walls Could Talk
Chapter 3/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
I've known Simon for a long time. Years. I still remember when he wet himself on the playground in kindergarten, but I don't bring that up anymore. Oh, I used to torment him with it when we were kids whenever he made me really mad of course, and occasionally I tried to beat him up. But even then he was way too gallant to hit me back, and me calling him a wimp for it didn't phase him either, I guess because he knew that we both knew it wasn't true.
I feel like beating him up now, actually. Yeah, maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion but I hate being brushed off like that. I hate seeing him mooning around after Kellian Foster. He probably thinks he's been hiding it this whole time, but how can he when he looks like one of the wolves in a cartoon every time he sees her? He does everything but howl.
A few months ago it probably wouldn't have bothered me. A few months ago I just considered him my best friend. But over the summer I started to realise I was thinking about him more than usual, and not just in a friend kind of way. I started wondering what it would be like to go on a date with him, to kiss him, to walk around in public holding hands. At first I was so embarrassed by myself I tried not to think about it, but then I noticed how my heart jumped every time I saw him or he called, and I'd get all shivery inside when I was with him. And if he happened to touch me in any way, even just a brush of his fingers on my hand when he took something from me, I tingled. I don't think he noticed though because he doesn't think that way about me. He didn't even say anything when I started wearing a little bit of makeup and sexier clothes. Other guys did, but not good old reliable Simon. Especially once that new chick Kellian came to our school this year. He was gone the first time he saw her.
I can't tell him how I feel. He's not the least bit interested, and it would make our friendship all funky. Good thing I'm a lot better at hiding things than he is; then again, it's easy with a blockhead like him. He thinks no girl would be interested in him because he's a preacher's kid, a "good boy" and stuff. These days I want to kick him every time I see him. That would make him notice me.
* * *
I'm standing around by the lockers waiting for him after school because that's where we usually meet so he can give me a ride home. I have a car of my own but I like to ride with Simon. Even today when I'm mad at him.
But I'm there forever and he doesn't show. Maybe he's pissed at me because I wouldn't tell him anything about that stupid pop quiz. Or maybe he's off somewhere watching Kellian Foster practice her cheers. After ten minutes I'm so furious I feel like crying. And mad at myself too for waiting around so long. Fine then. I'll walk. I don't want to speak to him right now anyway.
By road my house is about five miles away from the school. But there's a shortcut that leads behind the school, some shops, and a little bit of woods that cuts the trip down to three miles. Not much better, but maybe the exercise will help me calm down. I head for the trail walking fast, ignoring all the little groups of people standing around talking, making plans for dates over the weekend, etc. I could have a date if I really wanted and I've gone out on a few, but the truth is no one measures up to Simon. Simon Simon, stupid Simon. I kick a rock.
* * *
I've been walking for awhile, charging along with my head down when I hear jogging footsteps behind me. For a brief, irrational moment I think, "It's Simon. He saw me leave and he's running to catch up with me." But when I turn around it's not Simon. It's Gene Blackwood, former football and baseball star, class president and most popular guy in our school before he graduated last year. I admit I was one of the girls who secretly gazed at him whenever he happened to be in my field of vision, but since I was a freshman and he was a senior, he didn't know I existed. Hmm. Sounds familiar.
He's wearing jogging shorts and a tank top, and his dark hair is pulled back into a short ponytail. God, he's beautiful, and as built as ever, skin golden and glistening from sweat. I almost lose my breath.
Gene smiles when he sees me and slows. His teeth are perfect and white, and he has a dimple. "Where are you off to so fast?"
"Um, just going home." I try to sound casual but I'm suddenly nervous.
As he reaches me he stops, his breath puffing hard. A piece of hair falls over his forehead and he scoops it back with his hand. "Hey, don't you go to Glen Oak?"
Oh my God. He knows who I am? My heart beats as if I'm the one who's been running. "Yes. I'm Victoria Hennessy."
"Oh yeah." He nods, looking thoughtful. "I remember you."
"You do?" My voice squeaks a little and I try to cover it by babbling. "I didn't know...I mean because I was a freshman and all...."
"Of course. How could anyone forget eyes like those?"
"Thanks." I know I'm blushing because my cheeks feel warm. Hell, my whole body feels warm and my mind races to think of something to say to him. "I thought you went away to college."
"I did, but it's fall break." He smiles again and I melt. "I guess that means you know who I am."
"Uhhh...." I'm blushing again, but this time for a different reason. He laughs.
"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed." He glances ahead of us, then behind. No one else is in sight.
"Hey, want some company for the rest of your walk?"
"Okay." I take a deep breath but it doesn't eliminate the excitement pulsing through me. Gene Blackwood of all people! I wish Simon could see me now.
Chapter 3/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
I've known Simon for a long time. Years. I still remember when he wet himself on the playground in kindergarten, but I don't bring that up anymore. Oh, I used to torment him with it when we were kids whenever he made me really mad of course, and occasionally I tried to beat him up. But even then he was way too gallant to hit me back, and me calling him a wimp for it didn't phase him either, I guess because he knew that we both knew it wasn't true.
I feel like beating him up now, actually. Yeah, maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion but I hate being brushed off like that. I hate seeing him mooning around after Kellian Foster. He probably thinks he's been hiding it this whole time, but how can he when he looks like one of the wolves in a cartoon every time he sees her? He does everything but howl.
A few months ago it probably wouldn't have bothered me. A few months ago I just considered him my best friend. But over the summer I started to realise I was thinking about him more than usual, and not just in a friend kind of way. I started wondering what it would be like to go on a date with him, to kiss him, to walk around in public holding hands. At first I was so embarrassed by myself I tried not to think about it, but then I noticed how my heart jumped every time I saw him or he called, and I'd get all shivery inside when I was with him. And if he happened to touch me in any way, even just a brush of his fingers on my hand when he took something from me, I tingled. I don't think he noticed though because he doesn't think that way about me. He didn't even say anything when I started wearing a little bit of makeup and sexier clothes. Other guys did, but not good old reliable Simon. Especially once that new chick Kellian came to our school this year. He was gone the first time he saw her.
I can't tell him how I feel. He's not the least bit interested, and it would make our friendship all funky. Good thing I'm a lot better at hiding things than he is; then again, it's easy with a blockhead like him. He thinks no girl would be interested in him because he's a preacher's kid, a "good boy" and stuff. These days I want to kick him every time I see him. That would make him notice me.
* * *
I'm standing around by the lockers waiting for him after school because that's where we usually meet so he can give me a ride home. I have a car of my own but I like to ride with Simon. Even today when I'm mad at him.
But I'm there forever and he doesn't show. Maybe he's pissed at me because I wouldn't tell him anything about that stupid pop quiz. Or maybe he's off somewhere watching Kellian Foster practice her cheers. After ten minutes I'm so furious I feel like crying. And mad at myself too for waiting around so long. Fine then. I'll walk. I don't want to speak to him right now anyway.
By road my house is about five miles away from the school. But there's a shortcut that leads behind the school, some shops, and a little bit of woods that cuts the trip down to three miles. Not much better, but maybe the exercise will help me calm down. I head for the trail walking fast, ignoring all the little groups of people standing around talking, making plans for dates over the weekend, etc. I could have a date if I really wanted and I've gone out on a few, but the truth is no one measures up to Simon. Simon Simon, stupid Simon. I kick a rock.
* * *
I've been walking for awhile, charging along with my head down when I hear jogging footsteps behind me. For a brief, irrational moment I think, "It's Simon. He saw me leave and he's running to catch up with me." But when I turn around it's not Simon. It's Gene Blackwood, former football and baseball star, class president and most popular guy in our school before he graduated last year. I admit I was one of the girls who secretly gazed at him whenever he happened to be in my field of vision, but since I was a freshman and he was a senior, he didn't know I existed. Hmm. Sounds familiar.
He's wearing jogging shorts and a tank top, and his dark hair is pulled back into a short ponytail. God, he's beautiful, and as built as ever, skin golden and glistening from sweat. I almost lose my breath.
Gene smiles when he sees me and slows. His teeth are perfect and white, and he has a dimple. "Where are you off to so fast?"
"Um, just going home." I try to sound casual but I'm suddenly nervous.
As he reaches me he stops, his breath puffing hard. A piece of hair falls over his forehead and he scoops it back with his hand. "Hey, don't you go to Glen Oak?"
Oh my God. He knows who I am? My heart beats as if I'm the one who's been running. "Yes. I'm Victoria Hennessy."
"Oh yeah." He nods, looking thoughtful. "I remember you."
"You do?" My voice squeaks a little and I try to cover it by babbling. "I didn't know...I mean because I was a freshman and all...."
"Of course. How could anyone forget eyes like those?"
"Thanks." I know I'm blushing because my cheeks feel warm. Hell, my whole body feels warm and my mind races to think of something to say to him. "I thought you went away to college."
"I did, but it's fall break." He smiles again and I melt. "I guess that means you know who I am."
"Uhhh...." I'm blushing again, but this time for a different reason. He laughs.
"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed." He glances ahead of us, then behind. No one else is in sight.
"Hey, want some company for the rest of your walk?"
"Okay." I take a deep breath but it doesn't eliminate the excitement pulsing through me. Gene Blackwood of all people! I wish Simon could see me now.