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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Almatari_of_Arda- no, no you didn't. and no, I couldn't have.
(Still Saturday)
~Dutchy's PoV~
I went out for pizza with Specs. He told me about trying to beat up Spring's date at the movies and about going to Chuckee Cheeses. It was nice to be able to sit and talk to Specs over a large deluxe pizza, but something was different. It seemed like life was so much more complicated and there was so much more to say if only we could find the words. Sometimes, like then, I wish they had a dictionary chip that could be put in your memory so you'd always know exactly what to say when you need to, that way there wouldn't be any awkward silences, everyone would say what they want, when they want. Of course, that wouldn't always be the best thing because I would probably end up telling Specs about Romeo and Romeo.
Eventually we had to go back home because Specs had an early swim practice and I had an English paper due on Monday. He drove me.
We were driving down a very deserted back road. The radio was turned off and the windows were rolled down so all we heard was the engine and distant sirens and the wheels crunching on the unevenly paved road.
Outside it smelt like rain, but not wormy rain, gentle and refreshing rain. I leaned my head against the plush headrest. The moist air filled my face and I was beginning to doze off.
"Dutchy? We're here." I opened my eyes and we were parked in my driveway.
I got out and shut the door. "Goodnight Specs," I said through the still- open window. He waved, smiled, and backed out. I climbed the porch steps when he called my name.
I turned. Specs had obviously changed his mind; he wasn't very far from where he'd been when I got out. He stuck his head out the window, hesitated a moment before opening his mouth and called, "I love you Dutchy."
He didn't wait for me to answer, and it was a good thing because I still don't know what to say.
I stood watching the road until my mom came out and made me go inside because it was starting to rain harder.
A/n: la la la, love is in the air, la la la, the moist and wormy air, la la la, it showed up in the air, la la la, who knew it would be there? Woo hoo! I made Specs and Dutchy a song! That's AWESOME! R&R. Please.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ______' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Almatari_of_Arda- no, no you didn't. and no, I couldn't have.
(Still Saturday)
~Dutchy's PoV~
I went out for pizza with Specs. He told me about trying to beat up Spring's date at the movies and about going to Chuckee Cheeses. It was nice to be able to sit and talk to Specs over a large deluxe pizza, but something was different. It seemed like life was so much more complicated and there was so much more to say if only we could find the words. Sometimes, like then, I wish they had a dictionary chip that could be put in your memory so you'd always know exactly what to say when you need to, that way there wouldn't be any awkward silences, everyone would say what they want, when they want. Of course, that wouldn't always be the best thing because I would probably end up telling Specs about Romeo and Romeo.
Eventually we had to go back home because Specs had an early swim practice and I had an English paper due on Monday. He drove me.
We were driving down a very deserted back road. The radio was turned off and the windows were rolled down so all we heard was the engine and distant sirens and the wheels crunching on the unevenly paved road.
Outside it smelt like rain, but not wormy rain, gentle and refreshing rain. I leaned my head against the plush headrest. The moist air filled my face and I was beginning to doze off.
"Dutchy? We're here." I opened my eyes and we were parked in my driveway.
I got out and shut the door. "Goodnight Specs," I said through the still- open window. He waved, smiled, and backed out. I climbed the porch steps when he called my name.
I turned. Specs had obviously changed his mind; he wasn't very far from where he'd been when I got out. He stuck his head out the window, hesitated a moment before opening his mouth and called, "I love you Dutchy."
He didn't wait for me to answer, and it was a good thing because I still don't know what to say.
I stood watching the road until my mom came out and made me go inside because it was starting to rain harder.
A/n: la la la, love is in the air, la la la, the moist and wormy air, la la la, it showed up in the air, la la la, who knew it would be there? Woo hoo! I made Specs and Dutchy a song! That's AWESOME! R&R. Please.