just one perfect girl
Romance and Thriller
JUST ONE PERFECT GIRL
STORY BY JANE HEARTLESS
CHAPTER 1
And the sun sets on what seem like the first time in years for Jack Livingston.
The sun lined the sky with an orange and yellow mixture above him, the Skate Park and truest friend Nelson Natcil. The day had been rolling to the end and the heart of neither boy was tired of the place they called their second home; the cement were their floors, the furniture were the high and low skating ramps and rails, the sky was there lantern, their night light was the moon, and the sky was their ceiling.
Their only means of survival were boards, skateboards that is, the wooden planks of life since the beginning of the boys third grade year of school. Learning through ageless injuries, slips, falls, and broken bones, they slowly earned the right to be called the best skateboarders in the neighborhood. That matter most to an adventurous and daring Nelson, but to the safe and relaxed jack things were a bit more complicated than just scabs, girls and football. He knew there were things more important, but didn’t exactly know what that thing was, however, he was confident in his future of finding it. Truthfully, Jack envied Nelson's self-governing, how he lived so effortlessly and instinctively, while Jack took, sometimes, too much time to think things all the way through.
Both boys were born in April, jack four days older than Nelson (not that it matter to either of them), they both were playing for the school's football team: Jack was wide receiver and Nelson was running back. To people that knew them, though; it was few numbered, thought the two teenaged boys were the same in numerous of way. Still, despite what they heard from others, Jack and Nelson knew each other all too well to be convinced that they alike at all.
Jack, a five-foot eleven-inch brown- haired, overly assertive, seventeen year old senior, was always told that his skin seemed pore less and airbrushed. He was tan, almost golden with filled in blue eyes. Most girls who saw him around would say that he was really 'hot’. Nelson was exactly six- feet tall, with shoulder-length blond hair, he was pale-skinned with thick blond eye brows drawn over his cold green eyes, he was also very athletic, girl called him 'gorgeous'.
Jack split the skate board down the ramp and onto a larger ramp directly in front of the first one. As it was it seemed to Jack, if felt like when he was in the air, he could feel himself riding the wind. He lifted his knees up and the skateboard swiftly follows under his feet. He glided skillfully above the ramp; it felt like his board was gone from under him until it hit the cement ground and caught his feet along with it. Still holding momentum in his legs he pushed the board on as he leveled out his knees. He leaned back a little to balance himself out until the wheels slowed down. He pushed on he ground stopping short.
‘‘Nice’’, said Nelson jumping the ramp himself with ease.
Most people consider them skater boys, other say suggest that the two are surfer boys. Nelson and Jack call themselves 'combos of the two’, when they’re asked about it.
Nelson stomped on the end of his skateboard, it flipped up and he caught it. They had been in the skate park since they came from school; it was an extremely old skate park that had been in their neighborhood for years. It used to be filled through out the day with unprofessional but talented skaters and people who just came to 'hang out'. Soon the over-populated park was cleaned out of interested of living beings, except for it's ever devoted grooms, Nelson and Jack.
Nelson some times stayed longer after Jack had left. Most times, he just lies on the ground, in the middle of the park, to think. He used to say that, he never really knew, ahead of time, when he would need to stay, sometimes he just couldn’t leave, and he loved the place so much. Still, knew how dangerous it was to be alone at night in an empty skate park with your eyes closed. Jack never stayed as long, secretly, he was worried about a curfew that didn’t exactly exist. He, mostly, wanted to be on his parents' good side and keep them believing he was responsible enough to be home before they thought it was late.
''Hey, what time is it?’’, Jack asked Nelson, picking up his skateboard.
Nelson looked at him scornfully '' Your not leaving' now, are you?''.
“What time is it?” Jack asked again, picking up his board.
Nelson held a stare then pulled the black sleeve of his hoodie. “It’s only eight.”
“Eight what?” asked Jack walking to Nelson.
“Thirty-two.” He replied
“Thirty-two isn’t bad” Jack moved past him and kneeled down to tie his shoe strings. Nelson looked down at his own high top Jordan sneakers, they weren’t tied of course he always was sure tucked the laces deep into his shoes. “Yeah I’ll leave at nine.”
“ Why do you leave so early, man?” Nelson asked, saying ‘early’ as if were a curse word.
Jack made his way to the low steps that led to the flat side walk. He sat on the second highest step and began to rip apart the Velcro latches on his knee pads that he promised his mom he would wear every time he skates. “Nine o’clock isn’t early, man .Its a-----
------ a school night, yeah, I know.” Nelson cut him off and sat next to him. “School is for punks, man. People like you don’t need school.”
Jack looked him “people like me?”
Nelson nodded his head “You, me, and the rest of the friggin’ nation”
“Not of the nation”
“All of the nation except for all the soft law students and medical interns, God knows why they go through eight to ten years of college just to be stepped on by the people they’ll work for.”
“Because they’re punks?” Jack asked him
“Exactly, and the sooner you figure that out the later you’ll stay and live a little.”
Nelson thought that Jack had a lot to figure out about him and the rest of the world. Jack lived in a safe under-weighted closed box that was his life.
He made nothing easy he didn’t take chances, and never would he stray to far from the sidelines. Jack knew, aside from what Nelson did and how fun it looked when he did it , that he was doing the right things, the things he has to do in order to get through the real world.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you will soon need those people/punks” Jack moved his hair out of his face, it was damp from sweat.
Nelson scoffed at the thought. “Ay, I can tell you right now, I don’t need any type of doctors, ok?”
This time it was Jack who was laughing. “Are you bloody kidding me? You’ve been the hospital more times than I can count on my fingers.”
Nelson frowned “Yeah right, name one.”
“Uh, I can definitely name about five, alright , you broke your arm in a motocross accident, you slit your shin on a railing, you fell down a flight of stairs, you loosened the on your bike ,it came off while you were riding it then you slid down the street and the wheel fell on top of you.
“No, the bike fell on top of me”
“That’s worst stupid.” Jack said, and patted Nelson over the shoulder.
Nelson shrugged “You only said four.” He pointed out
“so?”
“You said you could name five that was only four.”
“No, I said I can name about five, I’m sure there is a lot more than just that.
Nelson chuckled at him “yeah, there definitely is, but you been in accidents too, so don’t lie”
“Listen to what you said: ‘accidents’ not deadly show-off attempts.” jack said “Why in the world would you loose the bolts on a bike then ride it?”
“C’mon, you were standing right there when Matt and Jeffrey dared me to do it” Jack glared at him
Nelson was known to be a brave-hearted dare devil that back down from know challenge, no matter how ridiculous and/or dangerous it was. He was completely convinced that if he ever died it would never be from a disease or old age, but it would be from hi own risk taking stunts. Jack knew that if got any worst, he wouldn’t live to graduate high school.
CHAPTER 2
Marie Fuller sat quietly and listened to her best friends talk about the most important things in their lives (Jack Livingston, Nelson Natcil, and of course cheerleading.
Marie typed rapidly and skillfully across the keyboard of her cell phone. She, Roxie, and Savannah were the prettiest cheerleaders of Eisenhower high. Roxie was a beautiful wavy-haired brunette with oval eyes and a strong chin and flat abs. Savannah was queenly and cute red-head with long toned leg and a beastly attitude. Marie was the most gorgeous senior in school, she had a soft round face with chilling blue eyes and full red lips, she was an eighteen year old 5’5 cheerleading captain. She was loved by every boy in Eisenhower, which is except for Nelson and Jack (Roxie and Savannah’s obsession). Those two boys were about all Roxie and Savannah talk about. Marie couldn’t understand what was so great about the two seventeen year old surfers/skaters, or at least she didn’t see how her friends could be so much in love with them. Marie didn’t know much about them, No one knew much about them, the two were sort of like outsiders ,but by there own choice. They closed the rest of the world out where it would only be club ‘Nel and Jack’. She never saw them at any parties (even the ones that they were personally invited to) and they didn’t hang out with other people. No one really knew them, but every one seemed to love them. Marie could place a bet that neither Jack nor Nelson knew how popular they were(They were the second most popular duo next to the quarter back/ Marie’s boyfriend and Dover you’ll know him later) or how much the world couldn’t get enough of them and that sickened Marie sickened her to the bone.
She personally didn’t think much of them, if wanted to impress her, they were going to have to put some effort into it
“Omigod, are you still texting him?” Roxie asked , holding a iced cappuccino in her hand. She used the straw to stir in the mountain of whipped cream.
Marie said nothing, she watched her own French manicured nails dance across the keyboard.
“Marie?” Roxie called, putting down her drink. Still Marie continued to type obsessively.
Savannah shushed Roxie and slipped out her cell phone quietly. Roxie looked across from and sipped cappuccino and pretend to be distracted by the activity outside of the window
Savannah place her phone back into her Coach bag.
The two girls stayed silent and watched their friend until her ring tone came on.
Marie read the text message from Savannah then picked up a napkin and threw it at her.
“Sssorry.” Savannah laughed “But, you were asking for it, why are you texting him like it’s the end of the world anyway?”
“Whatever” Marie sat back and brushed her fingers through her long blond hair. She heard Roxie sigh
“Don’t you think he might be getting just a little annoyed?”
“Does it look like I care? Roxie you don’t know what he did, alright.” Marie said
“Well,” Savannah said, spooning through her through her milkshake. “I would like to know.” She needed to know every thing that any other person around her knew, especially if it had anything at all to do with Ben. She didn’t mind to intrude if there any problems in Marie’s relationship with him. Savannah hated the very fact that the to were together, Marie didn’t need Ben, she was already beautiful and popular, but, still, she needed the quarterback on her arm as well. Savannah, yes, did like Ben, and people knew, so did Roxie. However, that was brushed under the rug in order to preserve the balance of the three’s friendship.
Marie had no neither did Ben and that was the way everyone kept things. “Well…it’s like this …”she stops and looks at her hair than back at her friends. “It’s nothing really”
“Oh, don’t give me that,” Savannah shot eating half a spoon of silky milkshake. “I can tell, you wouldn’t be texting his eyes out if it were ‘nothing’” she said with air quotes.
Marie shut the phone and scooted her chair up to the table.
“C’mon, Marie you can tell us, we’re not going to laugh at you” Roxie said friendly
“Alright. Fine.” Marie let out. “ I don’t really-------”
“--------What happened?!” Savannah interrupted.
“Wait, I’m going to tell you, gees, hold your horses” She moved her hair behind her ears. “So, look, I think its was last Thursday morning that we went to the salon and you guys remember I got my highlights.” The girls nodded, Marie doesn’t usually get her hair done by professionals , she claimed to have very delicate roots , and she never trusted anyone to take care of them. “So like on that Friday I went to his house to kind of show ‘em off.”
“To Ben?” Roxie asked
“No, to his dog, Roxie.” Savannah said sarcastically
Marie smiled “Yeah, to Ben, Rox… so anyway, I go to the jerk’s house to show’em off or whatever” She started to count on her fingers of all the people that noticed her highlights. “His mom saw them, his dad saw them even that Dover saw them, but guess who didn’t get the memo?...Mr. Ben ale.”
Savannah pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, Roxie’s jaw dropped. “Oh. My. God.” she said in wide disbelief.
“Are you serious??”
Marie pinched her lips and nodded “That was my reaction.” She grabbed her sterile foam cup of coffee.
“Well, did you say anything to him?” Asked Savannah
Marie scoffed at her. “I said a whole lot to him!”
She was pretty and popular but sometimes Savannah thought Marie thought she was ‘too cool for school’. As if the world was at her feet and the sun rose and sat for her. Savannah didn’t care too much for her, but she knew how important it was to her social life that she stayed friends with the popular cheer captain. It was better to live with an annoying Marie in her life, than to not have a life at all…or is it?
“God, I hope he doesn’t text back” Marie said as her friends stared at each other. Suddenly, a musical chime and vibration cut through the silence. The girls looked at Marie’s cell phone. The screen showed a vibrant picture of her and Ben arm and arm.
“Crap, its him.” Marie said. “What should I do?”
“Answer it?” Savannah said.
“Oh God, no!”
The ring tone played over again. “He knows your there, you just texted him a second ago” Roxie reminded her. “You better pick it up or he’ll pissed off”
Marie grumbled as she placed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
As soon as the other girls heard Ben voice from the other side Marie’s voice turned sour. She put a hand over her eyesand let out a keen groan. “Ben,” She almost yelled. “No, I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!...What do you mean-----my problem is the fact that I’m dating an inconsiderate jerk !!” She moved the phone from her ear and yelled at it as if it were a person, once she was satisfied with the insult, she place the phone back to her head. “No! ----- Because I said so… and I don’t see how that’s going to solve anything, Ben.” Marie watched Roxie and Savannah listening on the ½ argument. Marie paused and was all of a sudden calm. “I don’t know…maybe, I’ll think about it. FRESH BREW … Roxie and Savannah who else?... k, I’ll be there-----but just to talk nothing else….k, bye.” She hung up the phone and looked at the girls.
“His parents are gone to Florida and he asked me over so we can ‘talk’.” Marie said with air quotes.
“Okaayy…” Roxie responded
Marie fidgeted with her phone a little, then sat it down on the table.
“And you said yes?” Savannah asked with subtle look of disbelief on her face.
“Should I have said no?------ I mean we’re just going to talk”
“Talk?” Savannah repeated. “Oh, no, no, no, boys like Ben Ale invite their girlfriends over to their house when there parents are gone to------ Florida? ------- to talk.”
STORY BY JANE HEARTLESS
CHAPTER 1
And the sun sets on what seem like the first time in years for Jack Livingston.
The sun lined the sky with an orange and yellow mixture above him, the Skate Park and truest friend Nelson Natcil. The day had been rolling to the end and the heart of neither boy was tired of the place they called their second home; the cement were their floors, the furniture were the high and low skating ramps and rails, the sky was there lantern, their night light was the moon, and the sky was their ceiling.
Their only means of survival were boards, skateboards that is, the wooden planks of life since the beginning of the boys third grade year of school. Learning through ageless injuries, slips, falls, and broken bones, they slowly earned the right to be called the best skateboarders in the neighborhood. That matter most to an adventurous and daring Nelson, but to the safe and relaxed jack things were a bit more complicated than just scabs, girls and football. He knew there were things more important, but didn’t exactly know what that thing was, however, he was confident in his future of finding it. Truthfully, Jack envied Nelson's self-governing, how he lived so effortlessly and instinctively, while Jack took, sometimes, too much time to think things all the way through.
Both boys were born in April, jack four days older than Nelson (not that it matter to either of them), they both were playing for the school's football team: Jack was wide receiver and Nelson was running back. To people that knew them, though; it was few numbered, thought the two teenaged boys were the same in numerous of way. Still, despite what they heard from others, Jack and Nelson knew each other all too well to be convinced that they alike at all.
Jack, a five-foot eleven-inch brown- haired, overly assertive, seventeen year old senior, was always told that his skin seemed pore less and airbrushed. He was tan, almost golden with filled in blue eyes. Most girls who saw him around would say that he was really 'hot’. Nelson was exactly six- feet tall, with shoulder-length blond hair, he was pale-skinned with thick blond eye brows drawn over his cold green eyes, he was also very athletic, girl called him 'gorgeous'.
Jack split the skate board down the ramp and onto a larger ramp directly in front of the first one. As it was it seemed to Jack, if felt like when he was in the air, he could feel himself riding the wind. He lifted his knees up and the skateboard swiftly follows under his feet. He glided skillfully above the ramp; it felt like his board was gone from under him until it hit the cement ground and caught his feet along with it. Still holding momentum in his legs he pushed the board on as he leveled out his knees. He leaned back a little to balance himself out until the wheels slowed down. He pushed on he ground stopping short.
‘‘Nice’’, said Nelson jumping the ramp himself with ease.
Most people consider them skater boys, other say suggest that the two are surfer boys. Nelson and Jack call themselves 'combos of the two’, when they’re asked about it.
Nelson stomped on the end of his skateboard, it flipped up and he caught it. They had been in the skate park since they came from school; it was an extremely old skate park that had been in their neighborhood for years. It used to be filled through out the day with unprofessional but talented skaters and people who just came to 'hang out'. Soon the over-populated park was cleaned out of interested of living beings, except for it's ever devoted grooms, Nelson and Jack.
Nelson some times stayed longer after Jack had left. Most times, he just lies on the ground, in the middle of the park, to think. He used to say that, he never really knew, ahead of time, when he would need to stay, sometimes he just couldn’t leave, and he loved the place so much. Still, knew how dangerous it was to be alone at night in an empty skate park with your eyes closed. Jack never stayed as long, secretly, he was worried about a curfew that didn’t exactly exist. He, mostly, wanted to be on his parents' good side and keep them believing he was responsible enough to be home before they thought it was late.
''Hey, what time is it?’’, Jack asked Nelson, picking up his skateboard.
Nelson looked at him scornfully '' Your not leaving' now, are you?''.
“What time is it?” Jack asked again, picking up his board.
Nelson held a stare then pulled the black sleeve of his hoodie. “It’s only eight.”
“Eight what?” asked Jack walking to Nelson.
“Thirty-two.” He replied
“Thirty-two isn’t bad” Jack moved past him and kneeled down to tie his shoe strings. Nelson looked down at his own high top Jordan sneakers, they weren’t tied of course he always was sure tucked the laces deep into his shoes. “Yeah I’ll leave at nine.”
“ Why do you leave so early, man?” Nelson asked, saying ‘early’ as if were a curse word.
Jack made his way to the low steps that led to the flat side walk. He sat on the second highest step and began to rip apart the Velcro latches on his knee pads that he promised his mom he would wear every time he skates. “Nine o’clock isn’t early, man .Its a-----
------ a school night, yeah, I know.” Nelson cut him off and sat next to him. “School is for punks, man. People like you don’t need school.”
Jack looked him “people like me?”
Nelson nodded his head “You, me, and the rest of the friggin’ nation”
“Not of the nation”
“All of the nation except for all the soft law students and medical interns, God knows why they go through eight to ten years of college just to be stepped on by the people they’ll work for.”
“Because they’re punks?” Jack asked him
“Exactly, and the sooner you figure that out the later you’ll stay and live a little.”
Nelson thought that Jack had a lot to figure out about him and the rest of the world. Jack lived in a safe under-weighted closed box that was his life.
He made nothing easy he didn’t take chances, and never would he stray to far from the sidelines. Jack knew, aside from what Nelson did and how fun it looked when he did it , that he was doing the right things, the things he has to do in order to get through the real world.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you will soon need those people/punks” Jack moved his hair out of his face, it was damp from sweat.
Nelson scoffed at the thought. “Ay, I can tell you right now, I don’t need any type of doctors, ok?”
This time it was Jack who was laughing. “Are you bloody kidding me? You’ve been the hospital more times than I can count on my fingers.”
Nelson frowned “Yeah right, name one.”
“Uh, I can definitely name about five, alright , you broke your arm in a motocross accident, you slit your shin on a railing, you fell down a flight of stairs, you loosened the on your bike ,it came off while you were riding it then you slid down the street and the wheel fell on top of you.
“No, the bike fell on top of me”
“That’s worst stupid.” Jack said, and patted Nelson over the shoulder.
Nelson shrugged “You only said four.” He pointed out
“so?”
“You said you could name five that was only four.”
“No, I said I can name about five, I’m sure there is a lot more than just that.
Nelson chuckled at him “yeah, there definitely is, but you been in accidents too, so don’t lie”
“Listen to what you said: ‘accidents’ not deadly show-off attempts.” jack said “Why in the world would you loose the bolts on a bike then ride it?”
“C’mon, you were standing right there when Matt and Jeffrey dared me to do it” Jack glared at him
Nelson was known to be a brave-hearted dare devil that back down from know challenge, no matter how ridiculous and/or dangerous it was. He was completely convinced that if he ever died it would never be from a disease or old age, but it would be from hi own risk taking stunts. Jack knew that if got any worst, he wouldn’t live to graduate high school.
CHAPTER 2
Marie Fuller sat quietly and listened to her best friends talk about the most important things in their lives (Jack Livingston, Nelson Natcil, and of course cheerleading.
Marie typed rapidly and skillfully across the keyboard of her cell phone. She, Roxie, and Savannah were the prettiest cheerleaders of Eisenhower high. Roxie was a beautiful wavy-haired brunette with oval eyes and a strong chin and flat abs. Savannah was queenly and cute red-head with long toned leg and a beastly attitude. Marie was the most gorgeous senior in school, she had a soft round face with chilling blue eyes and full red lips, she was an eighteen year old 5’5 cheerleading captain. She was loved by every boy in Eisenhower, which is except for Nelson and Jack (Roxie and Savannah’s obsession). Those two boys were about all Roxie and Savannah talk about. Marie couldn’t understand what was so great about the two seventeen year old surfers/skaters, or at least she didn’t see how her friends could be so much in love with them. Marie didn’t know much about them, No one knew much about them, the two were sort of like outsiders ,but by there own choice. They closed the rest of the world out where it would only be club ‘Nel and Jack’. She never saw them at any parties (even the ones that they were personally invited to) and they didn’t hang out with other people. No one really knew them, but every one seemed to love them. Marie could place a bet that neither Jack nor Nelson knew how popular they were(They were the second most popular duo next to the quarter back/ Marie’s boyfriend and Dover you’ll know him later) or how much the world couldn’t get enough of them and that sickened Marie sickened her to the bone.
She personally didn’t think much of them, if wanted to impress her, they were going to have to put some effort into it
“Omigod, are you still texting him?” Roxie asked , holding a iced cappuccino in her hand. She used the straw to stir in the mountain of whipped cream.
Marie said nothing, she watched her own French manicured nails dance across the keyboard.
“Marie?” Roxie called, putting down her drink. Still Marie continued to type obsessively.
Savannah shushed Roxie and slipped out her cell phone quietly. Roxie looked across from and sipped cappuccino and pretend to be distracted by the activity outside of the window
Savannah place her phone back into her Coach bag.
The two girls stayed silent and watched their friend until her ring tone came on.
Marie read the text message from Savannah then picked up a napkin and threw it at her.
“Sssorry.” Savannah laughed “But, you were asking for it, why are you texting him like it’s the end of the world anyway?”
“Whatever” Marie sat back and brushed her fingers through her long blond hair. She heard Roxie sigh
“Don’t you think he might be getting just a little annoyed?”
“Does it look like I care? Roxie you don’t know what he did, alright.” Marie said
“Well,” Savannah said, spooning through her through her milkshake. “I would like to know.” She needed to know every thing that any other person around her knew, especially if it had anything at all to do with Ben. She didn’t mind to intrude if there any problems in Marie’s relationship with him. Savannah hated the very fact that the to were together, Marie didn’t need Ben, she was already beautiful and popular, but, still, she needed the quarterback on her arm as well. Savannah, yes, did like Ben, and people knew, so did Roxie. However, that was brushed under the rug in order to preserve the balance of the three’s friendship.
Marie had no neither did Ben and that was the way everyone kept things. “Well…it’s like this …”she stops and looks at her hair than back at her friends. “It’s nothing really”
“Oh, don’t give me that,” Savannah shot eating half a spoon of silky milkshake. “I can tell, you wouldn’t be texting his eyes out if it were ‘nothing’” she said with air quotes.
Marie shut the phone and scooted her chair up to the table.
“C’mon, Marie you can tell us, we’re not going to laugh at you” Roxie said friendly
“Alright. Fine.” Marie let out. “ I don’t really-------”
“--------What happened?!” Savannah interrupted.
“Wait, I’m going to tell you, gees, hold your horses” She moved her hair behind her ears. “So, look, I think its was last Thursday morning that we went to the salon and you guys remember I got my highlights.” The girls nodded, Marie doesn’t usually get her hair done by professionals , she claimed to have very delicate roots , and she never trusted anyone to take care of them. “So like on that Friday I went to his house to kind of show ‘em off.”
“To Ben?” Roxie asked
“No, to his dog, Roxie.” Savannah said sarcastically
Marie smiled “Yeah, to Ben, Rox… so anyway, I go to the jerk’s house to show’em off or whatever” She started to count on her fingers of all the people that noticed her highlights. “His mom saw them, his dad saw them even that Dover saw them, but guess who didn’t get the memo?...Mr. Ben ale.”
Savannah pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, Roxie’s jaw dropped. “Oh. My. God.” she said in wide disbelief.
“Are you serious??”
Marie pinched her lips and nodded “That was my reaction.” She grabbed her sterile foam cup of coffee.
“Well, did you say anything to him?” Asked Savannah
Marie scoffed at her. “I said a whole lot to him!”
She was pretty and popular but sometimes Savannah thought Marie thought she was ‘too cool for school’. As if the world was at her feet and the sun rose and sat for her. Savannah didn’t care too much for her, but she knew how important it was to her social life that she stayed friends with the popular cheer captain. It was better to live with an annoying Marie in her life, than to not have a life at all…or is it?
“God, I hope he doesn’t text back” Marie said as her friends stared at each other. Suddenly, a musical chime and vibration cut through the silence. The girls looked at Marie’s cell phone. The screen showed a vibrant picture of her and Ben arm and arm.
“Crap, its him.” Marie said. “What should I do?”
“Answer it?” Savannah said.
“Oh God, no!”
The ring tone played over again. “He knows your there, you just texted him a second ago” Roxie reminded her. “You better pick it up or he’ll pissed off”
Marie grumbled as she placed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
As soon as the other girls heard Ben voice from the other side Marie’s voice turned sour. She put a hand over her eyesand let out a keen groan. “Ben,” She almost yelled. “No, I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!...What do you mean-----my problem is the fact that I’m dating an inconsiderate jerk !!” She moved the phone from her ear and yelled at it as if it were a person, once she was satisfied with the insult, she place the phone back to her head. “No! ----- Because I said so… and I don’t see how that’s going to solve anything, Ben.” Marie watched Roxie and Savannah listening on the ½ argument. Marie paused and was all of a sudden calm. “I don’t know…maybe, I’ll think about it. FRESH BREW … Roxie and Savannah who else?... k, I’ll be there-----but just to talk nothing else….k, bye.” She hung up the phone and looked at the girls.
“His parents are gone to Florida and he asked me over so we can ‘talk’.” Marie said with air quotes.
“Okaayy…” Roxie responded
Marie fidgeted with her phone a little, then sat it down on the table.
“And you said yes?” Savannah asked with subtle look of disbelief on her face.
“Should I have said no?------ I mean we’re just going to talk”
“Talk?” Savannah repeated. “Oh, no, no, no, boys like Ben Ale invite their girlfriends over to their house when there parents are gone to------ Florida? ------- to talk.”
