20
« on: March 14, 2006, 07:01:27 PM »
Advisory Warning (That sounds cool):
This story may contain:
Offensive laungage (example, slut)
Romantic Relationships
Mild Violence
Mild Lyrics
Suggestive Themes
If you are reluctlent about reading a story with any of the above, leave now. i can't assure you it may be safe for kids Ten under.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A small story about true love and finding it:
“The Only Way To Find Out If She Is Your True Love Is If When You Look Into Her Eyes, Hers Twinkles, and She Notices That Yours Do Too.”-My Friend
“If You Hold Her Hand and She Holds Yours, Then That’s A Very Good Sign”-Song
My One and Only
It was that time of year when the trees started losing leaves and you felt the presence of school right around the corner. The rivers were silent and the birds chirped less often, and when you saw your dad bringing out the firewood, you know autumn is coming. Summer vacation over, and the start of the sixth grade loomed near. Hardly anyone notices the days of June, July, and August go by, until at that last second, you figure out: “Is school really that close?”. The start of a new year meant a clean sheet, new friends, and a chance to start over again. Plus, its time to do much more then that. Its time to start something. Be it a hobby, a book, or, in my case, a romantic relationship. Let my experience guide you in your path of romance. Let the story, my story, Jerry Dean, be your guide.
Chapter One: The Before Me
“Hey, Jer’, wake up!” The screech of my sister’s loud and obnoxious voice pierced my ears, and I woke up immediately. “Its 7:00! You’re gonna miss the bus!” The truth sped into my head. I’m gonna miss the bus! I jumped into my jeans, lifted my backpack onto my back, sped into the bathroom, brushing my teeth furiously, and spit. The foam was tainted red, my gums were bleeding. I ran down the steps, grabbed some Pop-Tarts, ands sped out the front door. The bus just started speeding away! “Wait! Wait!” I ran towards the bus, but my speed didn’t match to the bus. Then, I noticed a bike on the side. I jumped on, not caring whether it was mine or not. I pedaled my life out, and traveled at a speed that matched the bus. I biked towards the bus, banging on the side. “Stop! Stop, darn you!” A big kid, Toby McGard pulled his head out of the window and taunted: “Hey, look. Jer da dumb bear is trying to join the Olympics!” the other kids started laughing. I started screaming at them, unknowing that a large downward hill was coming soon. “Might want to keep your eyes on the road, Big brain!” I looked forwards, and screamed in terror. I pedaled away from the bus, and went down the hill. My speed was now FASTER then the bus, and I sped in front of it. The bus driver started honking the horn, screaming out of his open window “Move out the way you troublesome kid. You’ll get yo’self killed!” I tried to turn, but the handlebars got jammed. I was in distress. The hill started to flatten out again, and bus just sped towards me. I just reluctantly jumped off the bike. I flew away from the path of the bus, and the bike flipped onto its side, the bus then crashing into it, sparks flying everywhere. I got up and saw the kids in the bus laugh and scream at me. I got up, dusted my pants, and walked the rest of the way.
“Jerry Dean, TARDY.” Mr. Collen’s harsh voice boomed. My face was leaning on my cool, cool, desk, me breathing hard. I heard snickering from the girls, and crude remarks from the guys, me against the world. The only one who fully understood me was the girl sitting next to me, Melissa Dan.
We met in the summer of ‘98, when I was still four. The birds were singing, the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day. I was just sitting on my front lawn, watching the cars go by, but the house across the street, usually filled with the sight and smell of the Benny’s, was unusually quiet. A sign was erected on their front lawn, of course, I didn’t know what it was for at the time, but it was a Real Estate Sign. Underneath, it said in big bold letters, SOLD. A moving van came into view, with the sound of an eager family inside. The door swung open, and a girl, as old as me, stepped into view. She was like a magnet, and my little body was the metal. I sped across the street and approached the new girl.
“Hi, my name is Jerry.” The girl smiled and said,
“I’m Melissa. Nice to meet you!” The here on, we were the best of friends, in fact, she was my only friend. All my life, I was a lonely child, and that didn’t mean that I was diseased, mentally inefficient, or a hazard in any way. They just don’t like me. Okay, out of the flashback…
“Class. CLASS! Class! Ya’ll better be quiet!” Mr. Collen screamed. The class shut their mouths and threw away the zipper.
“Today, we have a new student in our oh-so-great Social Studies class, Lisa Kudro!” Inside stepped in the most beautiful peace of DNA I have ever seen.
Chapter Two: A Little Out Of Reach
“Hiya Boys!” Lisa waved at the class. The boys answered back, they answered with their tongues hanging down and the panting of dogs. At least, that’s what it seemed like. Mr. Collen directed Lisa to my left, with Melissa to my right. Two girls surrounding the loneliest guy in the world. Lisa took out her purse, and started fixing her hair with the mirror in her other hand, all in a rather graceful and girl stereotypical-type thing you see in movies when a pretty actor comes in close contact with the main character. I leaned towards her and whispered,
“Hi, my name is Jerry.” She looked at me and whispered back,
“I don’t talk to geeks, nerds, goofs, dunces, freaks, or anybody with a face like yours.” I went back into my original posture and thought, Is that what others think of me. A GEEK? I wandered in my thoughts, not bothering to listen to Mr. Collen. I walked home wallowing in self-pity, just deep in my thoughts.
I sat in my Living Room, wondering what happened. I decided to surf the ‘net instead. I hopped and skipped to my Computer Desk, and marveled at my computer. An Alienware computer. I played Doom 3, Half-Life 3, all those great games on this baby. And that’s when it hits me. I am into the nerdiest stuff. I booted the computer, loaded Internet Explorer, and surfed. I then noticed that my Google Chat started blinking. I opened my Google Chat and noticed that Melissa was online. I invited her to a chatroom and she accepted, as usual.
CaptainUltima56: Hey Mel
HappyPinkThang64: sup jer bear : )
CaptainUltima56: what did you think of the new girl at social studies?
HappyPinkThang64: she is 1 of those stereotypical gals that try to get all the guys. I don’t like her
CaptainUltima56: she said sumthing about me being a geek and her not talking to guys with faces like me
HappyPinkThang64: I can tell shes been watching 2 much movies. Anyways, the only boys I
Ever talk to is geeks like you
CaptainUltima56: My sarcasm sense is tingling
HappyPinkThang64: no rly
CaptainUltima56: well, y?
HappyPinkThang64: Most geeks don’t try to hit on me
CaptainUltima56: ooo I feel touched anyway, I think that I like her
HappyPinkThang64: like her like her or just like her???
CaptainUltima56: she is just stunning beautiful amazing
HappyPinkThang64: says the geek
CaptainUltima56: huh y say that?
HappyPinkThang64: its just that she is outta ur reach u heard her she doesn’t deal wit geeks like u just stick to doing wat u do usually
CaptainUltima56: and wat do I do usually?
HappyPinkThang64: be a geek =^^=
CaptainUltima56: well that wont be hard
HappyPinkThang64: no just stick wit being urself
CaptainUltima56: u just gave me an idea..
HappyPinkThang64: wat idea
CaptainUltima56: ull c 4 urslf tomorrow…
HappyPinkThang64: cmon tell me
CaptainUltima56: ull see good nigt
HappyPinkThang64: night
With that, Jerry the Berry closed the computer, brushed his teeth softly, and slept soundly.
Chapter Three: Extreme Makeover
I looked through my sister’s CD Collection and found the CD I was looking for. I popped in the CD and listened.
Yeah…
It’s my life…
My Own words I guess…
Have you ever loved someone so much, you’d give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armor
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?…
Eminem’s When I’m Gone was singing through the background, while I prepared for the new me. First, I grabbed some scissors. Snip snip. The hair flew down to my shoes. I admired my new haircut. Then, I grabbed some clothes my grandma bought for me I never used. I slipped it on. Then, I slipped on some sunglasses. I smiled as I looked at the mirror. The new me. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. A new day, a new start, a new me.
“Who’s the new kid?” was the expression I got when I entered the bus. I looked like a different guy, from their perspective. I smiled at the way people thought of me. A girl came up to me and asked,
“What’s your name, cutie?” I told her in a suave-way while putting up my sunglasses,
“Dean, Jerry Dean.” I slid my sunglasses back, and flicked my hair. A new me, a new me.
Seventh Period. Social Studies. Game time. I plopped my binder onto my desk and smirk at Melissa.
“So, this is your master plan? Be someone you ain’t? I thought I told you that you should stay as is!” I grinned, and said,
“Geeks don’t get the ladies!” I leaned back towards my desk and sat, waiting for Lisa. Then, all of her pretty self walked in the door.
Lisa was a blonde, and she was skinny, not toothpick skinny, just, you know, skinny. She liked wearing jeans with a tank top, or even a sassy shirt, usually sporting a jean jacket and purse. She wore expensive shoes, mostly high-heels. She walk in a girly way, swinging her hips side to side, and swinging her hair, like all blondes. She was the blonde bombshell.
She put her purse on her desk, and sat, then she noticed me. She smiled, winked, and said,
“You changed in a day, eh, geek?” I cleared my throat and answered back,
“I gave up my geeky ways. I’m all ungeek.” She looked into my eyes and said,
“Prove it.”
“Happily.” I reached into my backpack and got out a straw. I tore off a piece of paper and crumbled it into my mouth. It got wet and moist. Spit. Ball. Melissa hissed at me,
“Don’t. You still have a chance to live.” I grinned at Lisa, and spit at Mr. Collen’s head.
Chapter Four: Fighting With A Part Of Me
“Mr. Dean, step in.” I got up from my chair, and walked into the Principle’s office. The door had a window, and it was reflecting rather nicely, so I took five seconds admiring my features.
My hair was cut rather messily, but really cool-like. My sunglasses glistened in the bright light of the Secretary’s office, and my face was shiny and clean. I walked in the office where Mr. Hawthorne, the principle, was holding a folder and tapping his hands very sternly. He motioned me to have a seat, but I said,
“I’ll stand.” Mr. Hawthorne nodded, and opened my folder, and passing it onto his desk, the insides of it gushing out. He then sat down and said,
“So, Mr. Dean. First time here, huh?” I just nodded. “Hmm. Well, you seem like the last person I expect to be here in my office. You seem like a good kid. I’m holding your folder here right now. A poet, huh?” I just glanced through my sunglasses. “Listen, you are a bright kid, how did you get here into my office?” I eased up into a smile and said,
“Cause Mr. Collen’s big, bald, head was ripe for the picking.” Mr. Hawthorne blinked.
“What has caused you to change into such a manner? Depression? Anxiety? C’mon, take your pick.”
“Its nothing, man. Just leave me alone.”
“I’m just trying to help you. Usually, a good id stays a good kid and a bad one needs to change into a good kid. You’re bending the rules here, son.”
“Please, lets cut the crap, ‘kay? I got here because I ****ed off my teacher, and now what? I was REALLY expecting a punishment, and this just doesn’t make the cut.” Mr. Hawthorne said back,
“Look, son. You are a nice kid, and this was probably by accident. Just go back to your class, but if thre is any shenanigans, you will get a detention, got it?” I answered him with the sound of his door slamming into the frame.
“What happened there, Jer’? It just isn’t like you to change into this kind of person. “ Melissa asked. We were sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus to pick us up. I looked at her and said,
“I needed to change. I feel better being like this, this new me. I can finally be the one person I’ve always wanted to be. Ya’ know, the cool kids.” Melissa remarked,
“Well, its not who you are. Its not YOU. You’re trying too hard to be something you ain’t. Just stop now, before you get yourself into trouble.” My nose twitched.
“Listen, its my life, and I want it to be that way.”
“But…”
“CAN’T YOU LISTEN! I want to be like this. I want to be the ‘in’ crowd. If you have a problem, then say it to my face!” Melissa stood up abruptly, and stormed off. I was left alone with my thoughts.
Ahh, she’ll forget about it! said one part of my body. Apologize! says another. Comb your hair! says a persistent third. I then combined all parts, and thought about the subject at hand…
Is this the right thing to do, be someone I ain’t? With that, the bus neared by, and I entered the bus. I walked down the aisle, when Lisa tapped me on the shoulder and said,
“Wanna sit by me?” I plopped my bottom down on the seat, and looked at Lisa. She said while flinging her purse,
“We need to talk.”
Chapter Five: Lisa’s Main Man
“Look, you really proved your worth in Social Studies, and you have really showed me that you have given up your geeky ways. So, I’ll give you an offer you can’t refuse.” Lisa then held my hand. I swallowed hard. Well, this was sudden. “You know me, I’m still pretty new here, and most don’t know me, but most know you. So, I want you to be my boyfriend.” I lengthened my collar, and said with a firm voice,
“Sure.”
The next day, Lisa held my arm, and she stuck with me everywhere I went. She kept me close, and I kept her close. She clung onto me like gold. At the end of the day, she did something pretty amazing…
“Look, Lisa. I know he have a relationship, but do you just have to cling onto me like that?”
“Its because I love you, Jerry.” With that, she gave me a luscious kiss. When her lips met mine, my stomach felt like it was floating in mid-air, and my heart was flying with the birds. My eyes felt like they were spinning around and I felt light-weight. I felt like I was in space. Weightless and able to float. When she backed off and walked to her house, I just stood there, still amazed, still drowsy from the kiss. The feeling was unshakable, with every muscle in my body tingling with joy. When I finally gained control of my lightweight state, I picked up my backpack, of which I had dropped from the kiss, but really, I didn’t notice it until now. I felt dizzy and dazed. My steps crossed over each other as if I had one drink too many. Love was a wonderful thing.
After thirty-some minutes of confusion and drunk-like characteristics, I finally got home, so I crashed onto my bed. I just kind of rolled around on the bed, just lurking through my thoughts. This must be some kind of wonderful dream. I pinched myself to make sure. Nope. Didn’t wake up. Yet.
I woke up the next morning in a lighter mood. The alarms ringing, the wind is hollowing. The weatherman at Channel 7 News says it was going to be a bad day. A rainy one. A sad one. Not for me, nope, they’ll be no rain on my parade. I went out of the house in a good mood, and there was the bus, waiting for me, not at all speeding up. I guess it’ll be a good day. A lucky one at least. I walked up the stairs while the bus driver tipped his baseball cap and said,
“Top of the morning to you, sonny.” I greeted him and walked down the alley. No feet were out to trip me, no arm was out to grab me. I walked over to Toby McGard and said,
“What’s happening?” Toby said to me in a voice I couldn’t quite decipher,
“You tamed the untamed lion.”
“And who would that be?”
“Oh, c’mon man, anywhere you look, Lisa Kudro is there, holding your arm! I tried to ask her out, but all she did was ditch me and shoved me in the stomach. How’d you tame her?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. She was the one that came up to me.”
“Why, you lucky dog! Oh, hey, sorry for what happened before. We cool?”
“Yeah. We cool.” So, I tamed the lion, huh? I also tamed the tiger, Toby McGard. So, I strolled down the aisle with a good feeling in my stomach. Lisa noticed me and motioned me to sit next to her. I sat next to her and she started telling me how great I was. Just loving the big life.
Show Posts
