Susan walked with Gordie down the night street leading around the main
square in Castle Rock. She really wanted to talk to Megan...the damn girl
had ran off with Chris. Yet, again.
Susan tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears and glanced at Gordie. He was a tall boy for seventeen, just under six three she expected. He was still the same Gordie as ever, just a bit more built and more grown up looking. She studied his face and grinned slightly at his fat lip. Her brother had been responsible for that one.
Finally getting tired of walking and the impeccable silence, Susan sat down on a bench in the middle of the square. Gordie looked down at her and, sighing, sat down next to her.
"Why did you drag me out here?" Susan asked, starting to shiver. She had only worn her sweater and skirt..Megan hadn't given her time to dress properly in the cold October weather before they went to the diner..typical.
Gordie looked at the girl beside him. She was so beautiful, so perfect, he was afraid to even breath. It was like his very breath or existence would ruin the value of this intangible glimmer before him. He knew how he felt about her..she was his first true love. And, as they say, the first love never fades away. But he couldn't help it....he was drawn to her. Then, without warning, the smiling face of Trish came before him and he felt sick.
Trish. Trish Giovanni. The girl he had lived next door to forever...sure he hadn't been friends with her until a few years ago, but he had immediately fallen for her crazy demeanor and funny personality.
But then there was Susan. Susan Tessio. He remembered when he had first seen her..came in contact with her. It was his sophomore year. Susan was a freshman, and he remembered walking down the hallway with Chris, Vern and Teddy. He was laughing around with Chris when he looked up and saw this tiny, small girl coming down the hallway. She was no more than five feet one inch, and her flaming red hair glistened in the rays of light that were pouring from the hall windows. Her hair was silky and smooth and he had a sudden urge to touch it. He made contact with her eyes, and his stomach was infested with butterflies. Those piercing blue eyes, that icy, cool power they held.
She had passed silently, walking beside a loud and pretty blonde later known as Megan DuChamp. She was chattering away and Susan seemed to be absentmindedly looking out the window. She held her books in front of her and didn't seem to notice her brother passing.
Later, when Gordie had found out the girl was Vern's sister, he was perplexed. Susan Tessio? That wasn't how he remembered her. How could that be the chubby little girl who used to peep her pretty head into Vern's room when he had friends over? Surely, this heaven sent angel couldn't be her...
"Um, Gordie, listen, I'm really tired, and if you just brought me out here to stare at me and make me feel all self conscious and shit."
Susan's soothing voice shook Gordie out of his daze. He looked at Susan and couldn't help but grin.
"I'm sorry," he said. Susan was surprised at how deep his voice had gotten. She hadn't spoken thoroughly to him since freshman year. She had missed Gordie, she had missed her best friend and confider. What had happened?
"Listen," Gordie continued. "I just wanted-----I NEEDED to talk to you, to hear your voice again."
Susan couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach again. "Gordie------ I...."
Susan didn't need this. She..she didn't need his pity. But she couldn't stop him or herself.
Gordie glanced at her full lips and couldn't stop the swelling in his trousers....only girls on the covers of magazines had given his body that kind of reaction..Susan was the only other girl he had felt like this for. He couldn't stop it..he did really love her. Before he knew it, his insane instincts had taken over his body and he kissed Susan sweetly on the lips.
The kiss wasn't earth shattering, heart stopping. Falling in love, over the hills out of the park, kind of kiss. It was innocent and sweet, and nothing more than a brush of the lips.
But it was enough to send Trish running away crying. The two teenagers hadn't seen the only left behind girl in the diner...they hadn't seen her following them.
But they saw her cry.
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Susan tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears and glanced at Gordie. He was a tall boy for seventeen, just under six three she expected. He was still the same Gordie as ever, just a bit more built and more grown up looking. She studied his face and grinned slightly at his fat lip. Her brother had been responsible for that one.
Finally getting tired of walking and the impeccable silence, Susan sat down on a bench in the middle of the square. Gordie looked down at her and, sighing, sat down next to her.
"Why did you drag me out here?" Susan asked, starting to shiver. She had only worn her sweater and skirt..Megan hadn't given her time to dress properly in the cold October weather before they went to the diner..typical.
Gordie looked at the girl beside him. She was so beautiful, so perfect, he was afraid to even breath. It was like his very breath or existence would ruin the value of this intangible glimmer before him. He knew how he felt about her..she was his first true love. And, as they say, the first love never fades away. But he couldn't help it....he was drawn to her. Then, without warning, the smiling face of Trish came before him and he felt sick.
Trish. Trish Giovanni. The girl he had lived next door to forever...sure he hadn't been friends with her until a few years ago, but he had immediately fallen for her crazy demeanor and funny personality.
But then there was Susan. Susan Tessio. He remembered when he had first seen her..came in contact with her. It was his sophomore year. Susan was a freshman, and he remembered walking down the hallway with Chris, Vern and Teddy. He was laughing around with Chris when he looked up and saw this tiny, small girl coming down the hallway. She was no more than five feet one inch, and her flaming red hair glistened in the rays of light that were pouring from the hall windows. Her hair was silky and smooth and he had a sudden urge to touch it. He made contact with her eyes, and his stomach was infested with butterflies. Those piercing blue eyes, that icy, cool power they held.
She had passed silently, walking beside a loud and pretty blonde later known as Megan DuChamp. She was chattering away and Susan seemed to be absentmindedly looking out the window. She held her books in front of her and didn't seem to notice her brother passing.
Later, when Gordie had found out the girl was Vern's sister, he was perplexed. Susan Tessio? That wasn't how he remembered her. How could that be the chubby little girl who used to peep her pretty head into Vern's room when he had friends over? Surely, this heaven sent angel couldn't be her...
"Um, Gordie, listen, I'm really tired, and if you just brought me out here to stare at me and make me feel all self conscious and shit."
Susan's soothing voice shook Gordie out of his daze. He looked at Susan and couldn't help but grin.
"I'm sorry," he said. Susan was surprised at how deep his voice had gotten. She hadn't spoken thoroughly to him since freshman year. She had missed Gordie, she had missed her best friend and confider. What had happened?
"Listen," Gordie continued. "I just wanted-----I NEEDED to talk to you, to hear your voice again."
Susan couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach again. "Gordie------ I...."
Susan didn't need this. She..she didn't need his pity. But she couldn't stop him or herself.
Gordie glanced at her full lips and couldn't stop the swelling in his trousers....only girls on the covers of magazines had given his body that kind of reaction..Susan was the only other girl he had felt like this for. He couldn't stop it..he did really love her. Before he knew it, his insane instincts had taken over his body and he kissed Susan sweetly on the lips.
The kiss wasn't earth shattering, heart stopping. Falling in love, over the hills out of the park, kind of kiss. It was innocent and sweet, and nothing more than a brush of the lips.
But it was enough to send Trish running away crying. The two teenagers hadn't seen the only left behind girl in the diner...they hadn't seen her following them.
But they saw her cry.
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