I'd had a crush on her ever since the first day I saw her. Which was
kind of strange considering that I was a girl. I never thought that I was a
lesbian though. I thought it was just a stage I was going through. My mom
was a shrink so she was always talking about how I was going to go through
stages to find out what my true colors were. Little did she know they were
going to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
But the first time I saw Amie it was like someone had poked their
bony finger in my chest. Hard. So hard that it dug deep into my skin, down
into my flesh, and to my lungs, knocking all the air out of me. I actually
gasped as I saw her on that soccer field, kicking the white and black ball
around by herself. Luckily no one was around to see me standing there with
my mouth wide open, practically hyperventilating at the sight of her. If
they had, they probably would've been able to realize just what was going
I stood there on the other side of the field, admiring her soccer
skills that obviously took her her whole 14 years of life to accumulate.
She passed the ball from her right foot to her left, only to pass it to her
right again. Her long, dark, curly hair was pulled into a ponytail that
bounced around as she bounced the soccer ball off of her feet. I heard
giggling chatter coming up behind me and turned around to see about half of
my girls soccer team spill out of a large, dark green, family van. I
cleared my throat and wiped the drool that was drying on the side of my
"Hey Leslie!" One of the oncoming girls said, recognizing the back of
I turned to face the group again. "Hi," I said cheerfully.
"Coach here yet?" Dina,a girl with short, fiery red hair asked.
I shook my head. Dina propped her soccer ball up on her hip and
frowned. "Dammit," She said. "I wanted her to introduce me to our new team
member. I want to be the first to meet her." Another girl furrowed her
"If the coach introduced you to her then you wouldn't be the first to
meet her. Coach would," She said. Dina took the ball off of her hip and
threw it at the girl.
"Shut up," She said jokingly. The girl picked up the soccer ball and
threw it back. They threw the ball back and forth between each other before
we heard a shrill whistle. Our coach, Ms. Piedman, walked up to us with the
whistle in between her lips.
"What did I say?" She shouted. Dina dropped the ball to the ground.
"When you're on my field, the ball never touches your hand unless you're a
goalie. That's how you become the best player you can be," Ms. Piedman
"What about when we're putting the ball into the car to take to
practice?" A girl on my team named Kayla asked. Ms. Piedman glared at her.
"Then you kick up and into the car," She said ina low growl. "Now get
on the field! We're staring practice, now, now, now!" She shouted, waving
us in the direction of the soccer field. We all ran onto the field and
starting doing our daily warm up which was jogging around the field 10
The girls chattered away about how much of a bitch Ms. Piedman was
while we jogged, but I just watched her walk over to the far side of the
field where Amie was. Ms. Piedman said something to Amie, and then held her
hand out to introduce herself. Amie put her hand in Ms. Piedman's and
smiled. God, she looked even more gorgeous when she did that. She had
supple, red lips that were just begging to come in contact with mine. I
suddenly felt like I was being pulled towards her. Some outside force was
controlling me and making my body head straight for Amie's. Unfortunately,
no outside force was pulling me towards Amie. However, my carelessness was
pushing me into yet another girl on my soccer team who was named Olivia. We
stumbled over each other and almost fell before I gathered my balance
again. Everyone ran around Olivia and I as we saved ourselves from our
almost untimely demise.
"God, watch where you're going Leslie!" Olivia complained, starting
up her running again.
"Sorry," I whimpered but I was pretty sure she didn't hear me.
After warming up our muscles and stretching them out, Coach Piedman
called my whole soccer team over to where her and Amie were standing. After
we had all gathered in a group around our coach, Ms. Piedman began
"Girls, I'd like you all to meet our new teammate. She's taking the
place of Cathy who, unfortunately had to move to California."
"I'm gonna miss Cathy," Dina said in a small voice. I felt a tiny
ball of sympathy for Dina. Her and Cathy had been pretty great friends,
even if Cathy was a venomous snake towards me.
"Well, there's no need to miss Cathy because we have Amie now,"
Coach Piedman said. Her insensitive comment resulted in Dina biting her
lip and looking up towards the cloud-filled sky to keep herself from
crying. But I had hardly noticed that because I now knew the name of the
beautiful princess standing before me.
"Amie," I whispered, letting the single syllable slide off my lips
like a droplet of water. I whispered it again. "Amie," This time, Amie
heard me and looked up. Her green eyes pierced straight through my soul and
she smiled. She smiled right at me. I was in heaven.
That night I fell asleep to the thought of Amie. I hadn't thought
about her after I had come home from soccer practice because I had homework
and chores to do. But now that my mind had settled from worrying about
things like grades, I thought about the one thing I wanted to think about:
Amie. These feelings I had about her were strange. I'd never felt them
before, not even because of a boy. I felt like I was going to be sick but
felt warm and fuzzy at the same time. I never had enough time to wonder why
I'd never had a crush on a boy. I was always busy playing piano, or playing
soccer, or getting straight A's. I had liked this other girl in my class
named Allison before but I never felt like this. Amie was the only one to
make me feel this way. And she hadn't even said anything to me. She just
I rolled over and grabbed my pillow. I crouched up in the fetal
position and wrapped my legs around the pillow so that part of the pillow
was between my legs. Then I rested my head on the other part of the pillow.
I closed my eyes and saw her face. I honestly wanted that pillow to be her.
I wanted that more than anything in the world.
I was annoyed when I went to soccer practice two days later on Friday
and saw Dina chumming it up with Amie. I had finally talked myself into
saying something to Amie in the hopes that we'd at least become friends and
now Dina had stolen that chance from me. Throughout the whole practice I
had the urge to kick the ball right into the back of Dina's lumpy head. I
knew that I'd get caught if I did that so I decided against it. When
practice was over, everyone calmed down and eventually went home. Everyone
except Amie and me. My mother must have been running late or something, but
whatever the reason was for why she didn't pick up me up didn't even matter
to me. Now was my chance. I could at least make Amie my friend. I knew we
wouldn't be girlfriends because she was too beautiful to want to go out
with girls. She probably had billions of boys pounding her door down. But
at least if we became friends, there'd be the possibility of hearing her
comforting voice and seeing her lovely face everyday. I got up off of the
bench I was patiently waiting on for my mom and walked over to where Amie
was playing with her soccer ball.
"Hi," I squeaked. She looked up from her ball and smiled at me.
"Hi," She replied. Her voice rubbed me like an expensive sheet of
"So your name's Amie, right?" I asked, pretending as if it wasn't
permanently burned into my brain. Her smile stretched to a grin, showing
off a mouth of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth.
"Don't act like you don't know," She said sweetly, still grinning. "I
saw you whispering it yesterday," All of the blood in my body rushed to my
face and made me look like a beet.
"Well.uh.I.," I stammered. Amie stopped rolling the ball around with
her feet and laughed.
"It's okay," She said. "Lots of people like my name. Especially
since it's not spelled the conventional way.
I swallowed my embarrassment and said,"Really?" She nodded, still
"Yup. It's spelled A-M-I-E instead of A-M-Y," She said.
"Cool," I replied. I watched as she picked her soccer ball off of the
ground and put it on her hip. She had beautiful hips. As a matter of fact,
she had a beautiful body. It was curvy in all the right places and not a
pound too much or too little on her.
"So what's your name?" She asked.
"Leslie," I answered. "It doesn't have a unique spelling or
anything. It's just spelled the normal, boring way. L-E-S-L-I-E," I
continued. She smiled.
"I still think it's beautiful," She said, sheepishly grinning at me.
The blood came rushing to my face again. I cleared my throat.
"So, um.do you wanna play a small game? You know, just the 2 of us?"
I asked looking down and playing with my nails.
"Sure," She said dropping her ball on the ground and kicking it
towards me. I picked it up and went to one goal and dragged it closer to
the inside of the field. Amie went over to the other goal and did the same
thing. Then I bounced her ball on the tips of my feet and kicked it over to
her. She caught the ball before it went into her goal and aimed it towards
mine. I caught it with my foot and ran closer to her goal, trying to kick
it in. We playfully fought over the ball a little with our feet until I
finally got the ball past her.
"Goal!" I shouted throwing my hands up into the air. She smiled a
genuine smile and went to go get the ball. Once she retrived it we started
the game up again.
"So, do you like our team so far?" I asked as we wrestled with the
"Yeah," She answered, sounding a little winded. Something pricked the
back of my throat and
"Do you like Dina a lot?" came tumbling out of my mouth.
"Yeah. She's real cool," Amie answered kicking the ball into my goal.
"Goal," She said, wiping some strands of curly hair out of her face. I felt
a hard pinch of jealousy somewhere deep inside me.
"Oh yeah? What makes her so great?" I growled, sounding a lot meaner
than I meant to. I kicked the ball and Amie came running for it.
"Well, you know.she's really nice. And she was the first person to
approach me since I haven't started school yet," She said trying to steal
the ball from me. "And, you know, she's feeling really down since her best
friend moved all the way to California."
"I would've approached you first. And that best friend of hers was
possessed," I said, getting a little distracted from our game. That's how
Amie got a second ball past me.
"Goal again," She smiled wiping her brow with her hand. She was so
gorgeous. There's no way I could be mad at her for liking Dina and feeling
sorry for her. But I could be mad at Dina. I got the ball and kicked it
real hard, imagining it was Dina's deformed head. Amie started to say
something but the ball smacking her in her mouth cut it off. I gasped and
ran over to where Amie was bending over on the field. She was crying a
little and spitting bright red blood out of her mouth.
I gently lifted her up and looked in her face. It was wet with tears
but she wasn't really crying. The tears had leaked from her eyes because of
the pain but Amie wasn't actually sobbing and whimpering.
"Oh, my God. I am so sorry Amie! I'm really sorry! Honest!" I
squealed. She looked up at me and her eyes twinkled.
"I know I was beating you but, damn, did you have to hit me in the
I was shocked. She hated me. We couldn't even be friends now because
I'd hit her in the face with the soccer ball. I let my stupid jealousy of
her and Dina's friendship consume me and now I was going to have to pay the
Amie smiled. "I'm kidding." She said.The word "Ow,"came out of her
mouth after that and she immediately stopped smiling.
I let out a weak laugh and said, "Good. So you know I'd never
purposely hurt you?" She nodded and then winced. I lifted my thumb up and
wiped some of her blood from around her mouth. Then, out of the blue, I did
something totally crazy. I leaned forward and kissed her. It tasted coppery
and I felt some of her blood slide into my mouth but for some reason I
didn't find it disgusting. I stopped kissing her for a second and turned my
head to the left and spit her blood out of my mouth and onto the ground.
Then I turned and faced her. I shouldn't have because as soon as I did my
stomach started flip-flopping like crazy. Amie just stood there, looking at
me. I was pretty sure I made a mistake. She must've been totally grossed
out and now she wanted to slap me but was too shocked to do it. Then she
said something. It was barely above a whisper.
"Kiss me again."
I just stood there with my stomach getting in tighter and tighter
knots by the second. Then she said it again, except this time her voice was
"Kiss the pain away."
I moved closer to her and put my lips on hers. I softly ran my tongue
over her lips trying to lick away all the blood, all the pain I had caused
her. I turned and spit out her blood again and turned back to her. I kissed
her again and turned away for a 3rd and final time, spitting out the rest
of her blood. She turned her head the same way I had and spit out any
little bit of blood that was still in her mouth from her busted lip. Then
we faced each other and kissed. We really kissed. It wasn't a kiss to get
the blood out of her mouth, but a kiss just because we wanted to kiss each
She placed her hands on my waist and moved them all the way up my
back to my shoulders. I responded by just letting my hands rest on her
waist. I felt like a thick blanket was being wrapped around us, secluding
us from the rest of the world and warming up our bodies in the process. I
wanted to keep kissing her, to keep holding on to her, and I never wanted
to let go. But we eventually had to break apart. I opened my eyes and
watched as she stood there, opening hers.
"Much better." She whispered, sliding her hand off my shoulder and
down my arm to my hand. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it tight. I
My mom finally picked me up that day. An hour and a half late.
"I'm so sorry! I forgot that I had a parent-teacher conference at
Jasmine's school today!" My mother said, referring to my little sister. "I
didn't realize until I was coming to pick you up. I turned around and
headed in the opposite direction. I should've called and asked Olivia's mom
to take you home," She said,making sure I had my seatbelt on before she
started the car up again.
"Oh, it's okay," I smiled. Jasmine looked at me suspiciously.
"Why are you so happy?" She asked narrowing her eyes. "And why are
you all flushed?" She continued.
"I don't know," I giggled, but I knew exactly why. My mom looked at
me in the rear view mirror and smiled.
"Yeah, you do seem kinda giddy," She said. Suddenly, a light bulb
went off in Jasmine's head and a smile spread across her face.
"I know why you're so happy," She said. "Leslie's gotta boyfriend!
Leslie's gotta boyfriend!" She sing-songed. I playfully shoved her.
"Shut up! I do not!" I giggled. Actually, I had a girlfriend.