Today was just any other normal day at school. I got a B+ on my chemistry test, I ate with my friends for lunch, and I had detention. In detention, all we did was sit there and said nothing in the library.
After detention, I got into my car. Ring! My phone was ringing again. "Hello?" I answered.
"Austin Moon?" said a female voice.
"Let me guess. Am I free for tonight?"
"A hundred and thirty-five dollars? 1902 west 5th."
"I'll be there." I hung up the phone.
Hopefully, this girl won't be as depressing as the last two girls. Maybe she'll actually be pretty or normal.
I arrived at the house. First thing is first, knock on the door. A blue-eyed redhead opened the door, but she only her head peeked through the door. It looked like she was sitting down.
"Hi, I'm Val," said the redhead.
"Austin," I introduced myself. "May I come in?"
"Sure."
She let me in. After Val closed the door behind me, I turned around to Val. The redhead was in a wheelchair.
"Uhh," I said.
"I know," she said. "My wheelchair."
"No, no, no, I was staring at your wheelchair. It's not bothering me at all."
"No, it's fine. Everybody gets weird by the fact that I'm handicapped. It's no big deal."
"Val, did you really want me to have sex with you?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"Are you sure that it's not because you don't feel satisfied enough?"
"Oh, my god. Yes! I-I don't feel pretty at all. Not a lot of guys have asked me out on dates."
"How about this? Instead of sex, I'll take you out on a date, What do you say?"
"I say . . . yes!"
I placed Val into my car and put her chair in the back. She's seems to be like a nice person. I drove us to some dancing place.
When we got in, everybody was already dancing. "You wanna dance, Val," I asked her.
"I don't think so," she sighed. "Since my little accident, I can't dance anymore."
"Hey, that can't stop you from having fun."
"It already did."
Val looked down in depression. I leaned down to her and lifted her up into my arms.
"What are you doing?" She chuckled.
"You're gonna dance and I will help you."
For the rest of the night, I carried Val in my arms and danced with her. She seemed to be flabbergasted about it. I've never seen a smile that big on a girl's face. As a matter of fact, I've never seen any girl I've had sex with smile like that.
During a rainy day in the morning, I've been wondering if anybody knew what I was really doing. Have the girls told any of their friends about what I did? That's all of my clients problem. They only wanted sex to feel more attractive and confident.
At lunch, I sat with my friends again.
"Guys, did you see what happened to Mrs. Russo?" asked Dez. "Her water broke in class."
"Seriously?" Trish said with tuna in her mouth. "What happened after that?"
"Everybody just screamed and Sheldon Crane fainted."
"Are you kidding?" asked Rosie. "Sheldon always faints. He even fainted during the blood drive. He couldn't handle watching people donate blood."
"Oh, come on," said Ally. "Sheldon is really sweet. He even asked me out for the Sadie Hawkin's dance last year."
"Did you go with him?" I blurted out.
"Before I could answer, he fainted again."
"Were you going to say yes?"
"No, I'm more into fun, weird, naïve, romantic guys."
"Interesting."
Ally was still raveling through my mind. She's been in there since the day I laid my eyes on her. So she's into fun, naïve, weird, and romantic. I'm fun, naïve, and weird. All except romantic. I don't think I am romantic. When I complimented Ally, she didn't like it.
When I got home, I took out my mom's romance movies. These movies should show me what romantic is. I watched the Graduate, Sixteen Candles, From Here To Eternity, Bridget Jones's Diary, Lady and The Tramp, Twilight, and Say Anything.
First of all, I now know why women want these kind of love lives. In the Graduate, I pray to God that Ally's mom is not prettier than Ally. For the love of God, in Twilight, all Bella and Edward is look at each other like dumbasses. How do girls get so obsessed with that movie in the first place?
Should I copy these things from movies to win Ally over? How can I do this?
My phone started ringing. I answered it, "Hello?"
"Austin, it's Ally," said Ally.
"Ally, hey, what's up?"
"We're going to the beach today. You wanna come?"
"Sure, what the hell, could be fun."
"We'll come by your house."
"Okay."
For me, beaches are just…nothing. I've only seen beaches in movies. I threw on a black v-neck and baggy green shorts.
Beep, beep, beep! The sound of a hot honking came from outside. It was Dez and the girls in Rosie's truck.
The beach looked pretty in real life. It looked like the real beach in real life. I never believed it until now.
In the blue sky was the blistering sun. The sand was burning my feet to death and the water was cool enough.
"You guys surf?" I asked.
"Fuck yeah we do," said Dez. "Ready, Rose?"
Rose was in her purple shorts and green bikini top. She said, "Baby, you know I am."
Both of them grabbed their surfboards and heading towards the water. Trish just sat in her chair tanning.
"Where's Ally?" I asked Trish.
"There she is," she pointed towards the ocean.
A glimpse of Ally coming out of the water. Next thing I knew I hear the song Roxeanne by Police playing in my mind. Ally had on a green and black top and bikini. She seductively flipped her wet hair back and walked towards us. I couldn't help but stare at her. A bit drool started coming down my mouth.
"Hey, guys," she said.
"Holy shit," I said under breath.
"Guys, look," Trish said.
We all looked out in the ocean. Rosie and Dez were catching a wave.
"Cowabunga!" yelled Dez.
We all cheered for them. I shouted, "Hang ten!"
"Hang eleven for Dez," Trish said.
"Eleven?"
Ally and I took a walk on the beach alone.
"I can't believe this is your first time on the beach," chuckled Ally.
"Only one time here," I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, my aunt and cousins took me here once. Then, I kinda lost my trunks in the water."
"Oh, what happened after that?"
"I had to run to my aunt's SUV really fast. Until I found out that it was locked so I had to go back with newspaper."
Ally burst out laughing. I said, "I'm serious."
Finally, she stopped. Both of us laid on the sand close to the water.
"You know, Austin?" said Ally. "I actually thought you were one of those…jerks that only care about themselves before anyone else."
"You actually thought that?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, there are things I care about more than my life. My family, my home, my friends, and my world. It is the honest truth."
"I do believe you."
Somehow this reminded me of From Here To Eternity when the man and the woman make out on the beach. Could this be my one and only opportunity?
"Ally, you ever seen that movie From Here to Eternity?" I asked her.
"Yes, I love that movie," she said. "Especially the kissing scene."
Alright, I just reminded her of it. What should I do? Should I flip her hair out of her face? No, she's wearing a fedora.
I lifted my hand up near her head. Wham! I pushed her hat off of her head.
"What was that for?" Ally demanded.
For the moment, I brushed her hair out of her face, which made her stop talking. Her eyes, her brown eyes were the only things I were staring at. She had the most prettiest eyes in the world. Ally stared back at me.
My heart was beating too fast for me to handle. Eventually, I leaned over towards her. My lips forcefully pressed against hers.
My palm just clung onto her cheek. It scared me that Ally wasn't kissing back, but she was.
I pulled back and looked down.
"Why did you stop?" Ally asked me.
I looked up at her and asked her, "You didn't want me to stop?"
She nodded her head. "Nobody has ever kissed me the way you kissed me."
"I'm sure plenty of guys wanted to. I'm lucky."
Ally threw herself onto me and kissed me. I rolled onto my back kissing Ally. Nothing else distracted me from this. Not the burning sand on my back. Not even the cold water washing up on shore hitting the both of us.
Suddenly, she stopped me and stood up. Ally walked a few steps away from me. Then, she laid on the sand smiling at me.
I got up and looked down at her. My knees buckled and I leaned over Ally. Once again I kissed her as if I had never kissed any girl before.
She stopped for a moment and murmured, "There's a screening performance of the Rocky Horror Show tomorrow night. You want to go? With me?"
"Yes," I answered.