Title: Too Young
Summary: It's sophomore year at Eden Hall and #99 Adam Banks is in love. Kelsey is the total opposite from Adam and everyone has their doubts about them. But when a tragedy takes place, everyone gets a taste of exactly how much in love they were.
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Author's Note: REVIEW PLEASE!! I'm horrible at romances, but please give this a shot.
Warning: There is reference to a gay couple in here so if you are extremely homophobic, please do not read even though this story mainly revolves around Adam and his girlfriend.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except for Kelsey.
Kelsey
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"Kelsey, are you feeling alright?" my friend Dylan, the asshole that threw me into the sprinklers the previous day, asked me at lunch. I practically jumped out of my seat.
"Dylan! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry," he laughed, "You spaced. What was I supposed to do?"
"Nothing," I snapped, "What did you want?"
"Just to see if you were feeling alright. Geez, you try and be a nice friend and you get bitched at."
"Sorry," I sighed, "I'm feeling fine. What would be wrong with me?"
"Kels, you've been acting weird all day," my best friend Nicole shrugged, "Ever since we left the park yesterday, you've been different." The park. Where I met the boy. I resisted the urge to sigh like a twelve year old girl, though Blue-eyes sure made me feel like one. He was such a hottie and he had this look about him, this mysterious sweet look that made me want to grab him and kiss him. And I would have too, but my brain held me back for some reason. I never had that restraint before and it bothered me a lot that Blue-eyes had that effect on me.
"KELSEY ELIZABETH HENDERSON!! ARE YOU THERE?!" Nicole yelled in my ear as Dylan tapped me repeatedly on the shoulder. I jumped again, and slapped Dylan's hand away.
"What?"
"You spaced again."
"Sorry guys. I have to go to the library and…study." Without waiting for a response from my friends, I practically ran out of the cafeteria feeling their stares on my back. It was a weak excuse and I knew that neither Dylan nor Nicole bought it. I never did my homework, I never studied, and I was dumb as a rock. So to hear me start studying must have been a real shock for them. When I got into the library, I plopped into a seat next to some science nerd and stared at the clock, daydreaming about Blue-eyes. 'I wonder what his name is. He looks like a Greg. Maybe an Aaron. I wish I asked for his name yesterday. But then again, I didn't give him mine when he asked me. That was a little harsh. What if he doesn't go back to the park today because I was so rude to him? What if he doesn't talk to me? Oh no, what if he does talk to me and I freeze and can't talk to him?' I started panicking. What was I going to do? The bell rang and I beat it out of the library, trying to leave my worries behind, but they followed me all the way to the park that afternoon.
Nervously, I took a seat at a table next to the one Blue-eyes was sitting at the afternoon before. I took a random binder out of my backpack and opened it. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, I sat there staring at the blank page, not even knowing which subject the binder was for or what the assignment was supposed to be.
"Having trouble starting your homework?" a deep voice sounded from behind me. I slowly turned around and there, standing in front of me, was Blue-eyes. Preppier than the day before, yes, but still gorgeous all the same.
"Um…yeah…I-I just don't want to face the fact that school's started again," I said lamely, laughing in what I hoped to be a confident manner. Blue-eyes smiled at me and dropped his back-pack onto the bench next to me.
"Room for one more?" he asked me.
"If you really want to."
"I want to." He pushed his back-pack aside and took a seat next to me, bending down to take off the roller-blades that I'd just noticed he had on. Slowly, he took his helmet off and threw it with his rollerblades into a heap at his feet. His blond hair was matted down with sweat as he reached his hand up, running a hand through his perfect hair. I almost died when he did that, but I quickly turned to my blank notebook, blushing furiously. We sat in silence for awhile and I watched him start in on his homework. I had no idea what it was, but it looked much harder than what I was doing. Self-cautiously, I reached for my science textbook in attempt to do some homework and give my bitch of a teacher a heart-attack.
"What are you doing?" Blue-eyes asked me after a few minutes of companionable silence. I looked up from trying desperately to understand what the textbook was talking about to meet his eyes.
"I-I-I…science."
"Oh, cool. Me too."
"R-really? D-do you th-think maybe you could…help me?" I asked weakly. He nodded and took my textbook from my lap. For the next half hour, he gave me a lesson on what I supposed we learned in class, not that I would know. By the time he was done, I actually understood it. And I had a feeling I might actually pass the upcoming test.
"Get it?"
"Yeah, I got it. Thanks!"
"No problem." I vowed that I'd try harder to pay attention in class so that I wouldn't have to disturb Blue-eyes anymore.
"What's your name?" I blurted out. He looked up again, smiling slightly.
"I asked you first. But you never gave me an answer."
"Kelsey."
"That's it?"
"Hey, it's one more than you have." I felt my old confidence coming back to me.
"Adam. Adam Banks."
"Kelsey Henderson."
"It's a pretty name."
"Yours is too. I mean it's not pretty," I quickly corrected myself, "No, it's not ugly I'm just saying that it's, I mean…"
"I know what you mean," he smiled, eyes dancing with laughter. I smiled back at him and relaxed. It wasn't so bad. I just needed to regain my old confidence and everything would be okay.
Thanks for reviews:
Anne: Banks is cute when he's confused about love, but he's really cute when he's just plain confused. =D
Jess: grrr…another reader that can read my mind!!!! HOW DID YOU KNOW?!?! =D
Percussion: Oh yes, Banksie clueless is a beautiful thing…
WeBuiltThisHouseOnRockAndRoll: Well yeah, Josh and Scooter…two of a kind. I never see any of those kind of guys either. The guys at my schools always let their dicks do the talking =D. And I'm just as clueless as you are about love so you're not alone. Hey! We should form a club!!
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