Who Am I?

by xoxomikeybearxo

18 year old Deenie was put down all her life, and told that girls can do anything as good as boys, even in her best sport, basketball. She despises all boys. Will she find the man of her dreams to prove to her that not all men are so bad? Review please!

6. It's a Girl!

Chapter Five: It's A Girl!

I looked up at Marc from my book and he blinks and stares a few times. I look at him, raising my eyebrow, and wait for him to say something. He clears his throat then starts fumbling with words, I'm assuming he's trying to talk.
"I-I'm sorry, I thought this was Deenie's room. Uh, could you.. Uhh, tell me where Deenie is?" He asks, I just laugh.
"You wanna know where Deenie is?"
"Yes please."
"Okay well take about 5 steps forward, and there she is." I replied, giggling.
"Woah, DEENIE?! I can't believe my eyes, you're kidding! You can't be the same guy-well, girl- who comes to the basketball games and goes by Dean. You just can't. I mean.. You're.. You're a girl!"
"Do you know how stupid you sound right now?" I laugh again.
"I just.. Damn! You.." He trails off into quiet mumbling as I set my book down and stand up.
"Sorry hun, couldn't hear that. You're gonna have to talk louder."
"Just wow. Deenie.. You're.. Like.."
I sighed, "I'm a girl, I know."
"No, I mean, you're not just a girl. You're like, a hot girl." He replied, checking me out. I smile and strike a pose.
"Vogue." I say, making both of us laugh.
"Hmm.. You're Dean alright but.. This is going to take some getting used to. So, I've never been to your room. What's it like?"
"Well.. Take a look around Marc. I have nothing to hide."
Looking at my posters, he smiled with a knowing look that told me he has the same ones. He got around to my bookshelf.
"Bookworm, are we?"
"Yeah.. I have to admit, I do love books." I say shyly, hoping he doesn't think I'm a nerd.
"Sweet." He says flatly, sitting in the purple beanbag chair.
"Hey."
"Huh?"
"About our conversation earlier, do you take back what you said 'bout girls? 'Cause you know, I'm a girl and I can totally wipe the floor with you in pretty much every sport known to man."
"Well.. You're different though Deenie. You're the only girl I know who doesn't shout 'TOUCHDOWN!' at a basketball game when I make a shot. You're just.. Awesome."
"Aww thanks," I start laughing, "But what girl shouted touchdown at one of your games?"
"Oh.. This girl I dated a while back, Patricia Martin."
"Oh Perky Pat? Yeah. She's a character, that's for sure."
"I'll say." He replies, and we both just laugh.
It stays quiet for a while and we both just sit there in the awkward silence. I want it to end really badly, I hate silence so much. There HAS to be something to talk about.. Oh!
"Hey, Marc."
"Mhmm?"
"Do you know anything about Michael Jackson? Everyone's talking about him, and the only song I know is Billie Jean because it came on the radio twice."
"Woah really? I know pretty much all of his songs. I would sing them for you, but I can't sing at all."
"Oh, haha, me neither. I do write songs, though."
"That's awesome! Can I hear one? I don't care if you can't sing good. You can better than me for sure."
"Must I?"
"Yes! Please Deenie? I've never heard you sing before."
"Alright fine, buttmunch." Both of us laugh, and I reach down under my bed to get my notebook.
"That's where you write your songs? Can I pick one?"
"Yes, and.. I guess so." I reluctantly hand him the notebook and watch him flip through the pages.
"This one sounds cool, Come In With The Rain."
"Oh that.. I don't know it's kind of sad."
"I don't mind."
"Okay.." I sighed. Why me? "Well promise not to laugh at my voice.."
"I promise. Cross my heart hope for pie."
"Haha, it's hope to die, ya moron."
"I know, but I prefer pie to death a million to one."
"Me too!" We both giggle a little, and I get up to get my guitar out of the closet. It's acoustic.
"You play guitar? Is there ANYTHING you can't do?"
"Yeah.. I can't be myself."
"What do you mean by that."
"You're the only person is going to hear me sing. Nobody else even knows I write music, or that I own a guitar."
"Wow, I'm special!" He says smiling. I smile back at him, and start playing a few chords. I take a deep breath and start to sing.
"I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't want to go there anymore and I
know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't want to go there anymore.
Talk to the wind, talk to the sky.
Talk to the man with the reasons why.
And let me know what you find..

I'll leave my window open,
Cause I'm too tired tonight
to call your name.
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don't want to have to go that far and I
I've got you down, I know you by heart,
And you don't even know where I start.
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears.
Talk to the man who put you here.
Don't wait for the sky to clear..

I'll leave my window open,
Cause I'm too tired tonight
to call your name.
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain.

I've watched you so long,
screamed your name,
I don't know what else
I can say.

But I'll leave my window open,
Cause I'm too tired tonight
for all these games.
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't want to go there
anymore.. "