|The Trouble With David
Author: Writing Outside the Lines PM
Life. Best friends. First kisses. Boyfriends. Relationships. Phone calls. High School. Lies. Love. Talk. Exes. Sneaking out. Summers. Fights. Romance. Hatred. Confusion. And then there's the curve ball. David.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,478 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-26-09 - Published: 01-20-09 - id: 2624661
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The Trouble With David
The first day I met him I had absolutely no idea that he would be the key party to single handedly change my life forever.
Colorado Springs, Colorado. It had been my home for nearly two years. That's when my family had decided to move to the nicer, larger house down the street. And the nicer, larger house down the street just happened to land four houses away from his house.
At the corner of a culd-a-sac defined by high levels of testosterone and satellite sports channels I found myself watching the street to the back of our house from my parents' bedroom window. I sat there for hours and hours while my mother painted the kitchen multiple times until she found the perfect shade. I watched all the boys play soccer and ride their bikes in the street, wishing I wasn't a stupid girl who couldn't play sports or didn't have enough balance to ride a bike. Though truthfully, that's what I was.
But then the doorbell rang. The sweet high pitched ring that sent my dog into a frenzy. Ah yes, that doorbell had been a blessing from God.
Like lightening I was downstairs before mom could answer the door. Outside waiting patiently, appraising my mother's potted plants with disgusted eyes were three boys. Three boys I prided in knowing the identities of.
The first was David. He was blond and lanky like most of the boys I knew. He was in my grade at school and my mom always told me how nice his mom was, not like that mattered to me.
The second was Matt. He was one year older than me and shorter than David with darker hair. He owned a dog named Snoopy.
The third and oldest was Michael. He was Matt's year older brother but they looked nothing alike. Michael was taller, and more gangly like David.
They smiled at me awkwardly. I didn't mind, especially considering I was just a girl and all. David, who'd apparently been elected ambassador by the other two stepped forward. "We were gonna play kickball...and well, we need another player to make the teams even if Tommy's little brother plays too and, well, you wanna come?"
I grinned. "Mom!" I ran back into the house. "I'm gonna go play kickball with David and his friends because they needed another player if Tommy's little brother plays too. So I'm gonna play! I won't be home too late, I promise!"
The words came out of my mouth in a jumble that not even a mother could decipher. But apparently by the way I was smiling madly and the fact that three boys were standing on our front porch my mom understood. As soon as she had nodded I was out the door, not stopping to change out of my clogs, though in the end they were not the best for playing kickball.
I played with the boys everyday from then on until school started. Their mom's traded off providing lunch and popsicles and always gave me a funny look when I walked into their home looking even more dirty than the boys.
The only time I didn't play in the culd-a-sac was when my best friend, Evie, would come to my house to play. She always made fun of me saying I was a tomboy and would get cooties if I kept hanging around them all the time but I ignored her, sort of like I still ignore her today.
"I mean I like that David boy, he's sorta nice I guess, but why do you wanna play kickball all the time?" she would say. Then the doorbell would ring and the boys would call for "Cinderella!" --I had been given the nickname because of the tendency my shoe had to fall off when I ran the bases--and I'd have to tell them that I couldn't play today and they'd stick their tongues out at Evie and she'd blush but stick hers out as well.
But then one day one of the boys didn't stick his tongue out at Evie but instead asked if maybe he could hang out with us instead of playing kickball with his friends. That one boy was David.
Blond locks shone in the summer sun and cast shadows on his young, freckled face. Blue eyes looked up hopefully and as shocked as I was I ultimately said he could stay with us.
That was the day of my first kiss.
My first kiss. In my closet. With David.
How we ended up being mortal enemies I still, to this day don't understand.
This is my life in no uncertain terms...
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