This was for my Expressive Writing class. We had to write about the relationship between men and women, and viola! This is what I came up with. Feedback is nice. Oh, and it’s based on a true story. I’m sure many people can relate.

Girlfriend

It was the weekend. I stared at the black phone as I paced back and forth in the living room. Finally, I plopped onto the green couch and dialled his number; I had it memorized. After a few rings, somebody picked up the phone. I recognized the voice.

“Hi, may I please speak to Scott?” I asked his mom.

“Hold on.” She yelled his name. I smiled. Some routines never changed.

“Hello?” Scott was on the line. His voice sounded the same. I wondered if he was still the same.

“Hey! Can you guess who this is?”

He answered right away. “Alex.”

My eyes widened, and I started laughing. “How’d you know? We haven’t talked in ages.”

“I recognized your voice.”

“I see.” I smiled, twiddling the phone cord with my index finger. “So, um, how are you? How’s grade eight?”

“Good. And how’s high school?”

“I actually like it. Grade nine isn’t so bad. I miss you though,” I added, blushing. “Oh! Uh, anyway! It’s nice today, huh? I wouldn’t mind going for a walk or something. I wish I had a dog. I don’t think my mom would want one though. You know my mom’s not home right now,” I babbled.

“Really? So then, can I come over?”

I blinked. Then, I mentally squealed, a goofy grin on my face. “Sure,” I replied, trying to sound calm.

Within half an hour, the doorbell rang. As I walked across the living room, my stomach did summersaults. I tried to keep a straight face when I opened the door.

“Hi,” I squeaked.

He smiled. “Hi.”

I couldn’t help but stare. He had the same brown spiky hair, the same clear green eyes, and the same light ginger freckles sprinkled on his nose and cheeks.

“So, can I come in?”

“Oh! Right!” I rushed him inside, laughing. Once I closed the front door, I fled to the kitchen, splashed cold water on my face, and padded my skin dry. I took a few quick breaths before going back into the living room.

“So, do you wanna watch a movie?” I asked.

In return, Scott shot me a childish grin and pointed to the stairs. He asked me if I ever tried sliding down the wooden railing. Before I could answer him, he was already running up the stairwell. I remained at the bottom, staring up at him and nibbling on my bottom lip. He wouldn’t actually slide down the railing, would he?

“Kay! Here I come!”

“Wait!” I tried to stop him, but he was already sliding down the wooden banister. It wasn’t a smooth ride. My dark eyes widened as he suddenly reached the end of the railing, tumbled off, and landed on the floor with a thump. He laid flat his back, motionless.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” I exclaimed, scurrying to kneel beside him. He looked up at me, but didn’t say anything. “Scott, what were you thinking?!” I scolded, shaking my head. “You could have really hurt yourself! And if that happened, what would I have done, hm?”

He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. “At least you’re not nervous anymore,” he stated.

“I…what?! I wasn’t nervous!” I denied, my cheeks burning. “And don’t change the subject! We were talking about you’re stupi—”

“Sh,” he gently cut me off, his smirk softening into a smile. I was about to continue my rant, but he suddenly took my right hand and placed it against his chest. I stared at my hand and back at him again.

“What are you—”

“Can you feel it?”

“What?”

“That.” He pressed my hand firmly against his chest and widened his grin. I could see his dimples.

“Oh…”

There it was. His heartbeat. Right beneath my palm. We didn’t speak. I listened to the sound of his breathing. Then, without warning, he rose to his feet and sprinted towards the couch, flipping onto it. My mouth dropped open.

“Scott!” I jumped up and stomped towards him, arms crossed. “What was with that flip?!”

He shifted on the couch, lying vertically. “What?” He gave me an innocent look.

I sighed and tilted my head in the direction of his feet. “Move them so I can lie opposite to you.”

“Why would you do that?” He moved again, shifting his upper body sideways, making more room. “There’s enough room for both of us here.”

I rolled my eyes, but I still smiled. “Fine,” I agreed. I lay down beside him, moving as close to him as possible. I didn’t want to fall off. “So,” I began, looking at him from the corner of my eye, “how’s your girlfriend?”

“She’s good.”

Owari