I guess the type of person Karolyn is has changed a bit with the way my writing has. Sorry if you don't like it. I just finished writing it, didn't edit. Have to edit my other story first. Thanks for Review. Love them to pieces & a plane ticket to Europe

I decided I don’t want to fall in love in high school. Sure, I’ll date, but I won’t fall in love. That way my heart won’t get broken until I’m mature enough. Like when I’m twenty four and out of college. So, Mrs. Davidson, this project is now on family love. And unfortunately family love is what caused me to come up with decision.

“Karolyn dear, how was school today?” Linda asked me as we were sitting down for dinner. ‘We’ included Bob, Randy, Ryan, and me.

“Um, it was okay. I mean it could have been better if I didn’t have to write this stupid paper for English.” Ok while the paper is like self therapy, I still think it’s stupid. And ha, now I know you can’t take off points for expressing my opinions.

“Oh yeah, I have that paper too. I got assigned to write about desire, what are you writing about?” I bet you can guess who that is; I mean you are the one who assigned the topics. Of course, you’d give your favorite student the easy one. The world is truly unfair, he’s an asshole, and Ryan still gets the easy treatment.

“Randy, do you have to do the paper too?” Bob asked.

“No I have a different teacher, thank God.” To normal teens this would be weird, sitting around and actually talking to their parents at dinner. Not for us though, Linda and Bob are like the best people living. You can’t help but to feel comfortable around them. I know I can talk to Linda about anything. Of course, not my self loathe issues, which are few, but still there.

“Karolyn you didn’t answer me,” Ryan stated. I was actually hoping he forgot about it. Damn.

“I know.” Ha. It’s fun being a smart ass. Childish, yes; fun, definitely. Fun wins out almost all the time.

“Karolyn,” Bob said in his warning tone. I don’t really think he’s ever done anything to me but use his warning tone. I doubt he’d do anything to me even if I didn’t comply with his warning tone. One day I’ll have to test it out.

“Ugh, fine.” I grumble. What girl would really want to discuss this with three men at the table who would definitely kick the shit out of anyone who considered asking me out? Really, who? I don’t know a single girl. But maybe you can find one, Mrs. Davidson. “I got assigned to write about love. And when I asked her how I was supposed to do that she freaking said ‘Live it, explore it, experience it’ what kind of crap is that?” Again, Mrs. Davidson, I’m only being honest.

“Yeah,” simultaneously the three men at the table said. I think they were angry at you; at least I’m not alone.

“Oh come now, dears. Karolyn it wasn’t crap she was just trying to give you so advice. And there’re other forms of love, like family. But it would do you good to get a boyfriend and some experience. You do only have one year left before college.” Linda always has to be the optimist. And she just added another thing to my list of things to do for her and Bob. I’ll have to put that list on here sometime before I turn this in. Why? I honestly couldn’t say. I don’t trust you for a second, but I do want a good grade. And if that mean pulling out the big guns and actually putting real pieces of myself in this paper, then so be it….actually I’m going to think a bit on that.

The male species at the end of the table where all glaring at Linda, it would have been a funny sight if I didn’t know that those three would permanently be my form of birth control.

“No, I don’t think so. Any boy who wants to date you has to come and get my blessing.” Bob is so melodramatic, for a forty year old guy. But I guess that what keeps him and Linda going strong after all these years. He still plans romantic dinners for her, it’s quite sweet actually. I can just imagine you, Mrs. Davidson, being so envious of her treatment because your husband barely even glances at you anymore, so basically you’re just a doormat that cooks dinner. Seriously, this time I really don’t think it’s just my over active imagination.

“Bob, that’s only for weddings. They don’t need your blessing to date me,” I used my ‘duh’ voice. He acts like it irritates him, but I know it’s just an act.

“I told you, it’s Dad to you. And no, not in your case. He’ll have to go through me and your brother,” Bob finished while stabbing his fork in his mash potatoes. He constantly tries to make me call him dad, I did when I was younger, but now it’s just a little weird. Plus, it’s fun to see how long I can get away with doing it.

“Don’t forget about me, Mr. B.” I swear Ryan is the most horrible thing that’s happened to me. I mean it would totally be okay if he just hit the guy who wanted to date me, around a couple of times. But nooooooo. He has to embarrass me then, beat the snot out of him. It happened when we were in the ninth grade with Jim Kaminski, I really almost liked him. We traded notes and exchanged phone numbers, we called each other almost everyday, and sometimes we sat with each other at lunch. He was a bit plump and he was Asian, but he was still attractive to me.

The day that I invited him to my house was the first day of the start of Ryan and Randy’s plan of ‘Kill the guy who shows interest in our Karolyn’ plan. I wish I’d known about this before. We came in and it was totally normal, Linda was at the counter with Ryan and Randy sitting on the barstools waiting for a snack.

“Hey Mom,” I used to call her mom too, “this is Jim.” I introduced them while passing through the kitchen to get to the stairs.

“Hi sweetie, nice to meet you Jim.” She had a pleasant smile on her face but her eyes gave me the look that said ‘Introduce him to your brother and Ryan, Now.’ I wish I never would have discovered the meaning of that look.

“Jim this is Randy, and Ryan.” I said pointing to each of them.

“Hi,” Jim waved as I tugged on his other hand and began pulling him to the stairs. I wasn’t dumb then, I knew by reading countless trashy novels my 8th grade year, that they wouldn’t like him.

“Wait, come back here, young lady,” Linda obviously wanted to see him get slaughtered, or that’s my suspicion I still haven’t asked her about it.

“Yes!?” I whined impatiently.

“Where are your manors? See if Jim here wants a drink.”

“Yeah, sis, we’ll take Jim into the backyard you can bring us drinks, thanks.” Randy didn’t even wait for my reply as he began pushing Jim out the door. Right then and there was the moment I knew he was screwed.

“Put ice in mine, darling,” Ryan commanded before he swept out the door after them. Back then he still wasn’t my favorite person.

“Urghhh!” I slammed my head into my hands repeatedly then I banged it into the frig for a little bit. “MOM! Do you know what you just did?” I was a little dramatic for a fifteen year old.

“No, what did I just do?” She took no notice to my warning tone, I was really annoyed.

“Thanks to you, I will probably never be able to go on a date with Jim now.” I was in despair, but I still managed to glare at her.

“Oh,” she brought her hand to her mouth, “I didn’t realize you and him were like that.”

“Well we aren’t like that. We’re getting there, or we were.” I was still a little pissed.

“Come now, it can’t be that bad. But lets go inspect the damage,” she said patting my butt to make me get a move on my walking.

It had to be the longest walk of my life, but it’s a memorable one. When we got to the backyard they hadn’t beat the shit out of him, they were just sitting by our pool and Ryan was telling embarrassing stories about me while Randy came in at the right times to clarify how embarrassing the moments really were.

“So, then she fell flat on her bum, and made the guy trip over her, and her zipper was down….” I wanted to throw up right then, then set the boys on fire squirt water on them, then burn them all over again. Linda sent the boys to Randy’s room and I told Jim it’d be best if he went home, I couldn’t even look him in the eye. Although, it didn’t really matter, because he asked me to come over to his house the next day, as a date.

I was so ecstatic, after he left I gushed to Linda the whole afternoon until dinner when Bob came home. She made him go talk to the boys who were still upstairs and had remained in there not even coming out once. They didn’t know about my date until dinner when Linda accidentally spilled the beans, she really wasn’t my favorite person at that moment, I think that’s the only moment that that’s happened.

Ryan choked on him food, and then went into this “be mean to Karolyn for the rest of the night” mood, Randy looked worried, and Bob insisted that I was too young. It didn’t matter what they said though, I was going and that was that. How wrong I was. The next day at school I didn’t see Jim anywhere, and my friend Lucy told me there was this rumor going around that Randy and Ryan were going to beat the shit out of him. I looked everywhere for him during our lunch and I finally found him….with Randy and Ryan. Ryan was really kicking the shit out of him; Randy was just trying to pull him off.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT!? GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM NOW!” That didn’t stop him, at to think I actually thought it would. He didn’t even glance up at me; however the majority of B lunch walked toward us. Damn, was all I could think. We all got sent to the principal’s office Randy and Ryan got suspended for three days, I got detention for cursing, and Jim got sent to the nurse’s office and refused to talk to me. I guess that was my first step in actually hating Ryan.

The unfair thing is, Ryan and Randy got props with the boys in older grades, and the majority of the ninth grade girls now didn’t like me because I had both Ryan and Randy fighting for me. The bright side of things was those girls were the followers and I got accepted by the girls who were on top, or what you might understand is “the queen bees” except for Mary Rose and her clan.

“Oh no, you stay out of my love life. Jim still won’t even talk to me and it’s been four years. Four.” I sneered at Ryan, one of these days I’m going to do something to completely humiliate him in front of the girl he loves. That will probably be the best moment of my life. If you want you can imagine my cackle, Mrs. Davidson, because there was one.

Everyone at the table started to laugh a little bit; it’s become sort of our family joke. I’m the only one who doesn’t find it funny, gee I can’t imagine why.

“It’s not funny!” Only and idiot could still love her family to pieces even when they take joy in her embarrassment, I am a complete idiot. I guess that’s another form of love, loving people even though they do things you really don’t like.

“Oh course not, dear. And we don’t want a repeat so just stay away from the boys,” Bob said winking at me. I can just imagine what he was like when he was my age; Linda must have had her hands full. She’s known him since she was twelve.

“Oh boys, stop it. We want grandchildren, don’t we? They’d be so beautiful from Karolyn and some exotic boy.” Linda knows I really don’t like boys my own race, she says it’s ok but not to close my options off. “They’d even be beautiful if you were to have them with Ryan.” Sometimes Linda can be a little ditsy. I choked on my steak, Ryan spit out his mile, Randy laughed, and Bob had one of those secret smiles on his face.

I never really thought about it, nor wanted to, but our kids would be cute. With Ryan’s pretty green eyes, and black full head of hair which is a bit shaggy. And his well defined chin, strong arms, and long legs, eight pack not over done abs, and cupids bow mouth.

Don’t go getting the wrong idea though, I would never in a million years try to take Ryan away from your precious Mary Rose; you can have your future grandkids. I’m content with the thought of some Porto Rican boy and our kids some time in the future, while he’s visiting the United States for his years at college, and we’re far enough away so that we can date a while before he meets my family and maybe Ryan. But by then he’ll be so in love with me he won’t care, plus, Ryan won’t have anything on me, because as soon as I leave here he won’t be able to have any contact with me.

Well it’s the end of the period, yep it really is this time, and I’ve elevated my happiness level. Maybe I’ll go to the mall with Lucy after school. Peace, Mrs. Davidson.