Disclaimer:: I don't own Holes. Never have, never will. Oh well.
Dedication::
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Note:: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You all made me CRY! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Mary Sue @ Camp Green Lake, YES I DID DEDICATE IT TO YOU!! KEEP WRITING YOURS!!! And by the way, you better keep your chickens in line, or I won't write! :-) Tafadhali, MAD APPREACATION! REPRESENT!! YEAH! And last but certainly not least, J! Here's some more and I hope you all like it!
Date Typed:: February 5th
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He had a boner. Oh my god he had a boner. It was there plain as day when I looked over at him. The sunlight lit up his face and hair as he smiled and hummed along to the radio. I kept thinking I was seeing glancing at me, but he couldn't be....
Could he?
So I started out the window and pretended to think. I didn't really think about anything, just kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye and imagining us together. It would be weird, to be with him. We had matured together. He looked so angelic in the back seat of my aunts' car, I just wanted to touch him. To feel him. And to be felt by him.
"Boy! Get out! Your boy friend is already halfway done shopping!"
Aunt Angela's voice cut through my mine, scattering my thoughts. I blushed at her comment and scrambled from the car, mumbling to be back at 7. Zig Zag stood outside, waiting for me. He looked like a god in this gray shirt that squeezed every muscle he had, which by the way was a very large number. He looked like he was cold, and his teeth started to chatter so we jogged to the mall entrance.
It had gone down, I noticed sadly.
'DON'T THINK ABOUT ZIGS PENIS!,' I scolded myself, trying to focus on shopping for new clothes and not my best friends genitalia.
"Can we go in this place, my mom said they have tee shirts I might like," he said in that sexy accent of his, "and I need some damn jeans."
"Um. Sure. How about some underwear," I asked, only half joking.
He blushed at this, and it made my heart jump in my chest. Was he blushing because of what I said, or what it embarrassment to be seen with a fag? Wait, did I just call myself a fag?
'Don't put yourself down.' I tried saying to myself, but it just wouldn't work.
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Three hours later we were sitting in the food court, surrounded by bags of Zig's new clothes. I had watched him shirt by shirt try everything damn thing on. Three hours was a long time. There was a group of Valley Girl look alike sitting at the table across from us, giggling and pointing at me. I felt like yelling that I liked boys at them, but tried not to.
"So what did you get?," he asked me, tilting his head so that all of his curly frizz fell to one side, making him look like a lop sided freak.
A very good looking lop sided freak though.
"A couple shirts," I replied, pulling two wadded up balls of yellow cloth out of my bag, "they look just like the one I wore at camp. I got different numbers though. And a red one. Somewhere. And like two pairs of jeans. Oh! I also got one of those really cool looking shovel hoodies."
"You bought that?"
He was referring to an orange hoodie I had bought, with the picture of a shovel on it. I have no idea who had designed it, but it reminded me of camp, and I kind of liked it.
"Yeah. What'd you get?"
"Too much stuff. Whoa. Look behind you. That chick to totally checking you out!"
I lowered my head. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn't want him to be thinking about girls when I said this. So, pretending to care, I turned to pretend to gawk at the girls. They weren't bad looking, but they had all piled on the make-up and left off a couple layers of clothes. Your average Britney Spears wanna-be. One smiled at me and started to make her way over.
"Zig maybe we should go."
"She's coming over to you dude. Too bad, I kind of liked the red head."
The girl pulled a stool up from the neighbor table and joined us, introducing herself as Amber Lynn. She kept smiling at me slyly and giggling, trying to crack funny jokes that nobody laughed at but herself. Zig kept in the conversation, before asking her to bring her friends.
"Girls! Come meet Alan and Zig."
"His name isn't Zig Zag."
"Shut up Alan, anyway girls, these boys would like to know if they could buy us a smoothie? Should we accept?" she asked her gal pals, giggling and winking at me
"I didn't say anything about a smoothie," said Zig in that calm, smooth voice that made my stomach fill with little crawly butterflies, "and I don't believe Squid did either."
Zig Zag grabbed his bags and I followed. We walked past the group and into the cold sunshine.
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He stood next to me and now I could smell his cologne. CK One. I tried to get justa bit closer, but not so that we would notice. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking abuout him.
I think I love him.
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Thank you for all your support1 I hope to hear from you all again!
Dedication::
Contact:: Currently, there are FIVE ways to contact me, meaning THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULDN'T!!! Firstly, you can review here, that is the most common way. Or I can be AOL instant messaged at *I Hug Squirrels*, without the stars. If you don't have aim, then you can email me at Happysushi1353@yahoo.com. Otherwise, feel free to comment in my Dead journal (link on bio) or Neo-Mail me, at neopets.com.
Authors Note:: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! You all made me CRY! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Mary Sue @ Camp Green Lake, YES I DID DEDICATE IT TO YOU!! KEEP WRITING YOURS!!! And by the way, you better keep your chickens in line, or I won't write! :-) Tafadhali, MAD APPREACATION! REPRESENT!! YEAH! And last but certainly not least, J! Here's some more and I hope you all like it!
Date Typed:: February 5th
_*_*_*_
He had a boner. Oh my god he had a boner. It was there plain as day when I looked over at him. The sunlight lit up his face and hair as he smiled and hummed along to the radio. I kept thinking I was seeing glancing at me, but he couldn't be....
Could he?
So I started out the window and pretended to think. I didn't really think about anything, just kept looking at him out of the corner of my eye and imagining us together. It would be weird, to be with him. We had matured together. He looked so angelic in the back seat of my aunts' car, I just wanted to touch him. To feel him. And to be felt by him.
"Boy! Get out! Your boy friend is already halfway done shopping!"
Aunt Angela's voice cut through my mine, scattering my thoughts. I blushed at her comment and scrambled from the car, mumbling to be back at 7. Zig Zag stood outside, waiting for me. He looked like a god in this gray shirt that squeezed every muscle he had, which by the way was a very large number. He looked like he was cold, and his teeth started to chatter so we jogged to the mall entrance.
It had gone down, I noticed sadly.
'DON'T THINK ABOUT ZIGS PENIS!,' I scolded myself, trying to focus on shopping for new clothes and not my best friends genitalia.
"Can we go in this place, my mom said they have tee shirts I might like," he said in that sexy accent of his, "and I need some damn jeans."
"Um. Sure. How about some underwear," I asked, only half joking.
He blushed at this, and it made my heart jump in my chest. Was he blushing because of what I said, or what it embarrassment to be seen with a fag? Wait, did I just call myself a fag?
'Don't put yourself down.' I tried saying to myself, but it just wouldn't work.
_*_*_*_
Three hours later we were sitting in the food court, surrounded by bags of Zig's new clothes. I had watched him shirt by shirt try everything damn thing on. Three hours was a long time. There was a group of Valley Girl look alike sitting at the table across from us, giggling and pointing at me. I felt like yelling that I liked boys at them, but tried not to.
"So what did you get?," he asked me, tilting his head so that all of his curly frizz fell to one side, making him look like a lop sided freak.
A very good looking lop sided freak though.
"A couple shirts," I replied, pulling two wadded up balls of yellow cloth out of my bag, "they look just like the one I wore at camp. I got different numbers though. And a red one. Somewhere. And like two pairs of jeans. Oh! I also got one of those really cool looking shovel hoodies."
"You bought that?"
He was referring to an orange hoodie I had bought, with the picture of a shovel on it. I have no idea who had designed it, but it reminded me of camp, and I kind of liked it.
"Yeah. What'd you get?"
"Too much stuff. Whoa. Look behind you. That chick to totally checking you out!"
I lowered my head. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn't want him to be thinking about girls when I said this. So, pretending to care, I turned to pretend to gawk at the girls. They weren't bad looking, but they had all piled on the make-up and left off a couple layers of clothes. Your average Britney Spears wanna-be. One smiled at me and started to make her way over.
"Zig maybe we should go."
"She's coming over to you dude. Too bad, I kind of liked the red head."
The girl pulled a stool up from the neighbor table and joined us, introducing herself as Amber Lynn. She kept smiling at me slyly and giggling, trying to crack funny jokes that nobody laughed at but herself. Zig kept in the conversation, before asking her to bring her friends.
"Girls! Come meet Alan and Zig."
"His name isn't Zig Zag."
"Shut up Alan, anyway girls, these boys would like to know if they could buy us a smoothie? Should we accept?" she asked her gal pals, giggling and winking at me
"I didn't say anything about a smoothie," said Zig in that calm, smooth voice that made my stomach fill with little crawly butterflies, "and I don't believe Squid did either."
Zig Zag grabbed his bags and I followed. We walked past the group and into the cold sunshine.
_*_*_*_
He stood next to me and now I could smell his cologne. CK One. I tried to get justa bit closer, but not so that we would notice. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop thinking abuout him.
I think I love him.
_*_*_*_
Thank you for all your support1 I hope to hear from you all again!