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Summary: ONESHOT Three days. Two best friends. One common thing. Love.
Ordinary Day
He wasn’t the most perfect person on this planet, I can tell you that. He isn’t the most fit, the smartest, or the most handsome but he is one of my best friends and he is damn funny. Lucky for me, at least he watches anime too... and will talk about it. (Smiles)
There are those days that I just want to let out all of my pent-up feelings for him and just tell him, but I’m too damn afraid that I’m reading him wrong. Like what I’m seeing is just the aftermath of me realizing how I feel about him. Maybe I’m just being delusional. I don’t know actually. I really don’t know. Until that day.
As usual, unpredictable Jayden just loves to crack jokes. A lot. It’s a wonder how he doesn’t run out of any. So yeah, to where we are now. He’s standing, with his elbow resting comfortable on my shoulder, he, the two twin boys Sean and Royce, and Micah talking about...I’m pretty sure it’s about our German friend Justin and the lovely game all the guys absolutely LOVE to play. This lovely game is named Captain Planet. Oh, they are so never gonna have children after this. Captain Planet, shall I explain this senseless game?
Screw it, you’ll hear it anyway. Basically almost all the guys at the bus stop hold their balls because someone, usually another guy, hits or kicks them in their family jewels. So me and my friend Kelli serve as... shields for Jayden and Micah. The other guys hold their balls. I still remember the joke my friend Violet and I made the day before.
“Hold your fire!” Justin yelled during a game of Captain Planet. He was running from the other guys, desperately not wanting to be hit in the balls. I start trying to contain my laughter at the sight of the guys holding themselves, for the exception of poor Jayden who’s right now lying face down on the ground, just being hit.
“What’s so funny?” Violet asks, wondering why the hell I am looking so damn retarded.
“I just thought of something stupid.” I thoroughly, not really, explain to her what I was just thinking. All of a sudden she says:
“I thought I told you to hold your fire.” Making her voice a little deeper, “I did.”
“Then what’s that white stuff?”
“Uh...” We both laugh it off.
Oh yes, good times. Okay now, somehow I’m talking about food with Jayden.
“Yeah, my friend in Kaneohe, she’s a girl, was telling me not to let her eat...” I can barely register what he’s saying. I feel so bad for not listening. We talk for a while longer.
“I have four step-sisters and they’re all bitches.”
“Don’t you have any brothers?” We must’ve looked like a real sight. No, we did not look like we came out of a classroom after just having sex. NO, minds out of gutter, NOW. No, actually, standing next to Micah and Kelli, we looked a lot like a couple. The tree we, well, he’s, leaning against has two branches whereas it makes a “V”, making it a good sitting place if we could sit in the damn tree. Anyway, he was leaning in the “V” part facing me while my body was facing the two aforementioned (Micah and Kelli) but I was looking at him. More than likely, I would be accurately “protecting” his family jewels since I was standing oh so close to him. God, doesn’t he ever get nervous or something? Like maybe blush or feel uncomfortable?
“One blood brother, a half-brother and a soon-to-be step-brother.” I nod in understandment, if that’s even a word. No, wait, understanding, there ya go. We’re both now looking at our, er, friend, Ana, who’s putting... mascara I think, I’m not sure. No wait, she pulled it out to ask Jayden what it looked like, that’s right. Me and my stupid words responded:
“Don’t say anything, it’s her dildo.” Jayden just looked at me with a smile. God, am I blushing? Shit, I hope not.
“Nah, can’t be, a dildo’s bigger than that.” He was waving at the mascara stick. I smile back.
“I know it’s mascara.” Jayden just looked at me. I can feel heat rush to my face. His arm is still on my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t know that, I don’t wear make-up.”
“Well I don’t wear make-up, but I know it’s mascara.”
“You don’t?” He looked surprise. Nope, not even to winterball, I felt like telling him. But no, I just nodded my head. “Oh.”
“I only have lip gloss though... that I have yet to use.”
“Heh, whenever my mom takes really long to get ready, it takes her like an hour for her make-up, I just yell out ‘Mom, are you done adding five pounds to your face!’ Then she’s always like,” his voice went a little higher. “‘What’s that supposed to mean?’” I could help but laugh. And all too soon he had to go since his bus came around. Patting me on the back we said our good-byes. And the freakishly, stalker type senior that we (Kelli, Arielle, and I) have nicely dubbed him, AKA, ax murderer, AKA, Jackson; had to frickin’ scare the shit out of me. And where’re the others when ya need em? I’ll tell ya. Two of them are at a track meet and the rest left.
He kept asking me these random questions. God, it’s so irritating and scary. Asking if I have any type of blog or stuff like that. OMG, he’s gonna stalk girls online too! Shit, I need to tell the others. The question that really freaked me out though was when he asked me if I had a boyfriend. Holy... mother of God. Yeah, I had to stop using that particular swear pair ever since one of my Catholic friends flew off the handle at me. Scary little bitch, even if she’s shorter than you.
And again, me and my stupid words had to respond again.
“Yes.”
“Who?” Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I am in deep shit. Oh yes, very deep. I forgot to mention I have a dirty mouth too. Heh.
“You don’t know him I think.” You know what? I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy that my grandpa was already there waiting to pick me up. Saved by the deaf man. Who is definitely alert when he wants to be. Selective deafness. Awesome isn’t it?
“You know that doesn’t work on me Keiko.” I kept my puppy eyes. He sighed. “But I’ll do it anyway.” My stomach was doing flips. He had just agreed to make it look like we were going out after school. So creepy stalker boy didn’t hit on me. Although it’s not like him to agree to such... weird things that almost never turn out well. Things were going great between us, until a few days later. Jackson had stopped bothering us and Jayden was looked just a tad distressed. Not normal for a guy who’s always cracking jokes.
“Kei, what am I to you?” Oh shit. That question. Oh God, anything but that question. Ask something else Jay. When I said nothing, he continued. “I don’t wanna be some guy who just happened to cross paths with you Kei, I don’t wanna be some... toy who’s heart you can just rip out and break without a care.” How could he be so deep and serious? He took my face in his hands. “I want to be your real boyfriend Keiko, not just a guy you can use.” He drew his hands back but I stopped them midway, doing my best to hold them. He had pretty large hands.
“You’re... you’re the guy I love.” Oh God, did I just tell him that? And when did he get so close? And why is my heart fluttering? Am I blushing? Is he gonna –? My thoughts were interrupted by his lips gently touching mine. My first kiss. Arielle and Kelli just had to know about this. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?” I looked into his dark eyes that now looked like they were dancing. His lips twisted into a smile before he kissed me again.
“Yeah,” he whispered, pulling apart for a moment before kissing me again. This time, we were stopped by our eavesdroppers of friends who decided to let out a simultaneous “AWW .” Why those dirty, little – my thoughts are once again interrupted by Jayden kissing me one more time before we’re walking, hand-in-hand, back to the others.
And looking back on this, I realized that before we became exclusive, we protected each other. He protected me from the creepy stalker people dare to call Jackson, and I protected him from Justin’s “Captain Planets.” And even now, even though Captain Planet is just a distant memory. In which, unlike we had originally thought, did not make him sterile, or infertile, whichever you prefer.
Which brings me to where we are today. Sitting in his arms, watching our son run around the backyard and one of our hands on my slightly enlarged stomach. I don’t realize he’s looking at me until he whispers into my ear.
“Beautiful.” I bite my lip and blush. I can’t believe I still do that. What kind of twenty-six-year-old still does that? Uh, me. We both kiss while my son still runs around. If he grows up like his dad, I swear, I hope Captain Planet doesn’t make a comeback.
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
first part based on true events, the rest made up.
dreamweaver138