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Funny huh? All of the chapters are going up simultaneously so read it as it comes.
Once again I have nothing to my name. Not even this computer. Maybe the CD, but other than that, I mean, it's all my parents. Or dad's. it even says so...
I spent the rest of the month indoors singing to my radio and writing to my friends and had almost forgotten Oliver. On one particular day, I was in the breakfast-nook, lip singing to my favorite song from America. (I had managed to by the band's CD before we left.) Dancing these silly steps I made up, I leaned against the wall and 'sang' desperately into my hairbrush when a sound came from the window.
I opened my eyes to find a boy positively rolling with laughter on the grass. I stopped the whining CD player and ran to the back door.
"Oliver! What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to hide my enjoyment of seeing him.
"Well, at first it was to talk to you, now I think I came to see a concert!"
I fought down my urge to throw my arms around his neck, wanting to save that move for when he would (possibly) propose to me. I attempted to look mean and annoyed, but failed completely.
"To tell the truth, I was wondering if you would take a walk with me. You can actually see your hand in front of your face today!"
"Okay, just give me a sec."
"You're a girl - I'll give you five!" he added with a snicker.
I rushed around the house looking for my shoes, a hat, the hairbrush, glasses. Where's that bloody hairbrush! I stopped short in the hallway. 'Duh!' I ran back to the nook, then to the living room to tell my parents where I was going and back to the nook again. I shut the door and hurried to meet Oliver in the street. Once again, all we did was walk and talk, this time about what the U.S was like.
"I'd love to go to America when I get out of school. My dad says its marvelous, all the people and things to do."
"Your dad's been there? What does he do?" I knew it was rude, but it went along with the conversation, right?
"He does, err, international relations for the company he works for." I had done it again; I made the guy nervous when I needed him to loosen up. I stopped talking for a while, or at least until the shiver ran down my spine.
"Are you cold still?"
"No, I just - " I turned around to see if someone was there and saw a car come screaming around the corner and down the road towards us.
"Oliver! Look out!" I shouted, pulling him to the ground. We fell on top of each other and rolled to the sidewalk. The car zoomed past and kept on going.
"M-maybe we sh-should walk back to your house, hmm?" Oliver said after a minute of sitting in shocked silence. I nodded and we slowly hiked back arm in arm.
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By the time we got home, the sky was a mix of blue and pink with the faintest stars on the eastern horizon. Instead of going in, I sat on the porch and looked up at the heavens. Oliver faltered for a moment and sat beside me.
"Did you know that some people still believe that the Greek gods put them up there?" I started, "I love the stars. I would believe in any explanation as to why they're there."
I felt him turn his head to look at me and he said, "Why? Why do you love something that is so far away?"
"Because they are. I'm weird like that. I'm fond of anything that's a mystery. Like magic, I know that lots of it is optical illusion. But what if it was real, just out of my reach." I stretched out my arms to emphasize my point, like it needed to be.
"Just out of reach." he whispered to himself, leaning back on his elbows. For a long time we sat there and watched the sky turn to a velvety black and the stars brighten.
Finally, Oliver whispered good-bye in my ear and stood up to leave. He spun to face me at the bottom of the steps, but thought better and left down the walkway.
Funny huh? All of the chapters are going up simultaneously so read it as it comes.
Once again I have nothing to my name. Not even this computer. Maybe the CD, but other than that, I mean, it's all my parents. Or dad's. it even says so...
I spent the rest of the month indoors singing to my radio and writing to my friends and had almost forgotten Oliver. On one particular day, I was in the breakfast-nook, lip singing to my favorite song from America. (I had managed to by the band's CD before we left.) Dancing these silly steps I made up, I leaned against the wall and 'sang' desperately into my hairbrush when a sound came from the window.
I opened my eyes to find a boy positively rolling with laughter on the grass. I stopped the whining CD player and ran to the back door.
"Oliver! What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to hide my enjoyment of seeing him.
"Well, at first it was to talk to you, now I think I came to see a concert!"
I fought down my urge to throw my arms around his neck, wanting to save that move for when he would (possibly) propose to me. I attempted to look mean and annoyed, but failed completely.
"To tell the truth, I was wondering if you would take a walk with me. You can actually see your hand in front of your face today!"
"Okay, just give me a sec."
"You're a girl - I'll give you five!" he added with a snicker.
I rushed around the house looking for my shoes, a hat, the hairbrush, glasses. Where's that bloody hairbrush! I stopped short in the hallway. 'Duh!' I ran back to the nook, then to the living room to tell my parents where I was going and back to the nook again. I shut the door and hurried to meet Oliver in the street. Once again, all we did was walk and talk, this time about what the U.S was like.
"I'd love to go to America when I get out of school. My dad says its marvelous, all the people and things to do."
"Your dad's been there? What does he do?" I knew it was rude, but it went along with the conversation, right?
"He does, err, international relations for the company he works for." I had done it again; I made the guy nervous when I needed him to loosen up. I stopped talking for a while, or at least until the shiver ran down my spine.
"Are you cold still?"
"No, I just - " I turned around to see if someone was there and saw a car come screaming around the corner and down the road towards us.
"Oliver! Look out!" I shouted, pulling him to the ground. We fell on top of each other and rolled to the sidewalk. The car zoomed past and kept on going.
"M-maybe we sh-should walk back to your house, hmm?" Oliver said after a minute of sitting in shocked silence. I nodded and we slowly hiked back arm in arm.
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By the time we got home, the sky was a mix of blue and pink with the faintest stars on the eastern horizon. Instead of going in, I sat on the porch and looked up at the heavens. Oliver faltered for a moment and sat beside me.
"Did you know that some people still believe that the Greek gods put them up there?" I started, "I love the stars. I would believe in any explanation as to why they're there."
I felt him turn his head to look at me and he said, "Why? Why do you love something that is so far away?"
"Because they are. I'm weird like that. I'm fond of anything that's a mystery. Like magic, I know that lots of it is optical illusion. But what if it was real, just out of my reach." I stretched out my arms to emphasize my point, like it needed to be.
"Just out of reach." he whispered to himself, leaning back on his elbows. For a long time we sat there and watched the sky turn to a velvety black and the stars brighten.
Finally, Oliver whispered good-bye in my ear and stood up to leave. He spun to face me at the bottom of the steps, but thought better and left down the walkway.
