Chapter 2: The Meeting
"Marie!! Wait up!!" Kaye Mann yelled down the hall at her best friend. "Don't make me run!! I don't want to get in trouble!!" Marie O'Man stopped short, turned around, just in time for her best friend to run head-on into her. "Kaye!" Marie laughed. "You tryin' to kill me, or something?"
"No. Just tryin' to catch up." Kaye replied. The two thirteen-year-old girls helped each other up. Then, they headed to English class. "So. What did you want?"
"You will never believe who I just met."
"OK. Then how 'bout you tell me?"
"His name is Michael. Michael Curtis Pitman. I think you'd like him." Kaye answered. "I told him a little bit about you. He seemed very interested." She raised her eyebrows while Marie chuckled. "Which part did you tell him? The good? The bad? The ugly? You know. Suicidal thoughts, my mommy says I'm special, all that good stuff?"
"No! I told him how you're smart, brilliant, caring, loving. Oh, and sarcastic, blunt, and opinionated."
"Well, thanks a lot!" Marie replied. "Why are you telling me now?"
"He's in our next class. I told him he could sit with us."
"WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!? Did you consult the rest of the Nerd Herd??"
"Um... No. But I don't think they'd mind. You know we want you to have a boyfriend!"
"Fine. But if they get mad, it is NOT my fault!!" Marie declared.
"Um... Hi. I'm Michael Pittman." Michael said, nervously. This was the first time he had ever seen her and she took his breath away. She wasn't stunning to the world, but she did have a sense of confidence about her. She had acne on ther face, wore glasses, and where her glasses sat on her nose was what she called a ledge. She had had a nose-to-nose collision with a boxer puppy. She's never been the same.
She was wearing a guys black screen t-shirt that said, "I Do All My Own Stunts" and had a stick-figure falling. She also had on faded carpenter jeans. Her shoes were a navy blue with no laces (she hates to tie her shoes). On her left arm, she had on a green sweatband, with 1 Up from Mario on it, and a flower watch. On the opposite arm, she had a black sweatband with a dark blue flame outlined in a lighter blue, and on her index finger, she had a matching smaller one. When she walked, she sort of slouched when she was laid back, but if she was in any other mood, she'd stand tall, shoulders back, and walk one foot directly in front of the other.
But this was just the kind of young lady Michael was interested in. Mysterious, opinionated, sarcastic, funny, and, at least to him, good looking. Her name just so happened to be Marie O'Man. Michael thought, Marie Pittman, not that much of a change for her. Oh, Michael! What are you thinking!!! Well, I think I'm in love. If only he knew.
She held out her hand face down, slightly curved at the knuckles, and thumb extended slightly. "Marie. Hello." He took her hand. Now, if you read the beginning of this, I'll just let you know that this is not her laid back attitude, so her posture was all different. And her smile. Oh, you cannot put it into words, but I'll try my best. Her smile is passionate, captivating, intrigueing, mysterious, micheveous, and that's just the beginning. When you see it, you see something different, but you can't really put your finger on it. You can't experience it full force unless she looked at you that way, and even then you'd feel more confuzed than ever. She smiled, it was a bit of a smirk, but mainly a smile, and she blushed lightly. She took her hand away. Mrs. Michael Marie Pittman. Not THAT much of a change for me, but I don't really mind. Wait! What in the world are you thinking?!?!?!? Well... she pondered, I'm thinking I'm in love.
Irony. GOD's funniest joke.