Let's face it,some people just shouldn't talk. Or really be in the general public at all. I don't mean to sound catty or anything, it's just on observation. I consider myself to fall in this group.

It's rather damning.

Awkward. Yes, that's completely what I am. I'll even demonstrate with an example. (or, deh-mon-strate, as my Spanish teachers says.)

"You cannot be serious!" I proclaimed. "It isn't even a competition! Colin Firth is a way hotter Mr. Darcy than Matthew Macfadyen!"

"Ew," exclaimed Harrison. My best friend. And, my brother. Well, Stepbrother.

Maybe I should have thought over professing the sex appeal of another male to him. He was going for talent… Which Colin Firth also wins. Just saying.

"Well, It's true," I muttered.

Harrison raised an eyebrow, but I just shrugged him away. Upon doing so, I ran into a fire hydrant. Yes, the short red things that dogs pee on. So, I flipped over the stupid water supply and fall onto my back.

I didn't realize until then how crowded the park was.

Like a true friend, Harrison laughs at me before helping me up. "You okay?" He questioned, wiping bits of grass off of me.

I rolled my eyes. Mature, I know. Then, to the small audience that had gathered at my display, I said, "it's okay, it's okay! You can go back to sipping tea and eating your crumpets!" What? Yeah, that was exactly the reaction from the 'audience'. I shrugged, "or curds and weigh, whatever." Seriously, I should be silenced.

Harrison laughs, taking in deep breaths of air and clutching his sides. "You suck," I say to him, and march away, heading to my car.

He runs after me, "wait, Mattie, wait!"

I turn to face him, "yes, my dear?"

He points to himself, "who? Me?"

I shake my head, "nah, the hottie behind you."

His mouth goes slack. "Who could possibly be more attractive than moi?"

"Colin Firth in his glory days?" I laughs.

Harrison slaps my arm playfully, "not even remotely cool."

"But, oh so clever. Besides, I like to keep my eyes off of family relations."



Harrison and I sat in my car, a ford something. I don't know. I'm not good with cars. But, I wanted it so I could make fun of Harrison. You know, because of Harrison Ford. The car man.

"Can we turn on the car now?" Said Harrison asks me. My friend, not the famous one. His last name is Taylor anyway.

"We could always just go inside," I say. We sat in front of the school. The first day of our Junior year. Yay.

Harrison shakes his head adamantly. "Nah, I'm cool with the heat."

"Well, I'm not. Come on, lets go inside," I sigh, unbuckling my seatbelt and open the door. After a grunt of contempt Harrison follows my example.

With a big sigh, Harrison says, "I hate school."

"I know, dearie, I know," I pat his shoulder uselessly.


First period bell rung, so I scurried off to class. Psychology.

There was only one seat left, in the middle-ish area, in between two boys I didn't know.

I crept to my chair and sat down.

Instantly the boy in front of me turns around. He didn't say anything, he just turned around and stared at me. Uncomfortable.

"Um… Hello?" I said, slightly arching one eyebrow.

The boy still didn't say anything.

"Oh, okay, awkward," I said, basically to myself.

The guy behind me tapped my shoulder, so I turned around to face him. He was very attractive. He had slightly tousled brown hair and these greenish eyes.

"Hi," I said. Or stuttered.

"Hey, that's Zack, ignore him, he's trying to win a bet." He said.


He stuck out his hand, "I'm Dexter."

"Mattie," I grasped his hand and shook it, though it was somewhat uncomfortable considering my position.

"You new here?" queried Dexter.


"Oh… Okay, sorry. I haven't seen you around before." He stalled, flushing a little.

"Sorry, but that was adorable." I meant the flushing.

"Excuse me?" He asked, both eyebrows raised in shock.

Shit. Did I just say that out loud? Yes, yes I did. Stupid, stupid Mattie.

"Would you believe me if I said that I have turrets?" I probed, blushing myself.

"Uh, no." Dexter smirked. He actually smirked at me.

"Bubonic plague?"

"What?" Now, he laughed.

"I have no idea," I returned. "I don't really know what would make you mutter random… thoughts… Scurvy?"


"Didn't think of that," I said, nodding.

"CLASS!" Bellowed Mrs. Davis, "Pay attention!"

Reluctantly, I turned around in my seat and listened for the next hour about class expectations and rules.


After school I meet up with Harrison. This year we only had two classes together, English and Study Hall, where we could leave campus anyway.

"How was your day?" He asked as we link arms, heading towards my car.

"Interesting," I say, "somebody though I was a new student."

He guffawed. That's what it was. A guffaw.

"Who was it?" He asked after he'd calmed himself down.

"Dexter." I said, "from my psychology class." We had a fairly small school.

Harrison nodded. "Dexter Campbell, I know him."

"Oh," I dis-link our linked arms and fish my key out of my purse. "What do you think of him?" I ask in a tone I considered as quite nonchalant.

"He's pretty cool I guess, why?"

"Just wondering," I retreat.

"Howdo you know him anyway?" I pressed, unlocking my door and sitting inside. I unlock Harrison's from the inside and he sits down.

"Freshman gym partners."

I nod. Very nonchalant.

"Do you want him or something?" Harrison asks.

I guess nonchalance isn't my forte.

"Well then, aren't you rather blunt today?" I diverse, "and no, I don't 'want him'. Gosh, I was just curious. I've only known him for, what? A day!" I babble.


I scowl at his witticism and remark with my own, "hoe."

I never claimed to be clever!

"Hey, I'm no tool," he replies.

"I must disagree."


The next day, Zack talked.

I wasn't expecting him to.

Especially not… him yelling at me.

"HELLO!" Said the unfamiliar voice from in front of my seat in psychology.

I had been chit-chatting with Dexter, and I was slightly flustered as to why he was interrupting.

"Er… hi," I was a bit taken aback by the screaming.

"Hey," Zack said at a more suitable volume. "The names Zack, yourself?"


"Ah, a pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly, grabbing onto my hand and kissing it. Yeah, no kidding, uncomfortable. Jeesh, this kid was worse than me!

"You… too," I said taking my hand back.

"Zack," called Dexter behind me. Thank God, I thought.

"Yes, Dex-Dex?" Returned Zack. I had to giggle at the nickname. Seriously, Dex-Dex?

"Would you stop scaring Mattie?"

Zack turned his attention back to me, "am I scaring you?"

"Well…" I stalled, "a bit."

He nodded. "I get that a lot."

And then class began.


"It's 45 percent, isn't it?" pried Dexter.

We were discussing the percentage of people who were left handed.

Of course.

"No way, it has to be way less than that," I continued, making firefox go to google. "It has to be like, 15 percent."

We were in the library one day after school, about 3 weeks after it started. We were 'studying' for a test.

"HA!" I said triumphantly, "Wikipedia says 7-10 percent!"

"Yeah, because wikipedia is so reliable," he scoffed.

"Hey, don't be jealous."

He stuck out his tongue at me.

"Nice," I comment.

He nodded.

"So, do you want to go somewhere else?" I questioned.

He nodded again.

"Are you going to talk?"

He shook his head.

"Okay, so, where do you want to go?" A question that forced a response.


He shrugged.

"I hate you," I commented.

He shook his head, "impossible."

I laughed, "you broke your silence! I was thinking that you were suddenly going to quit school and become a mime."

"I was thinking about it," he laughed along with me.


We decided that we'd go to the park.

Both armed with fountain drinks. Dexter a Mountain Dew, myself Diet Coke. Truly, the nectar of the gods. Delicious.

I pointed this out.

And he just shook his head.

"Your annoying," I said, after he stopped shaking his head.

"What?" Dexter said, "I think you have the wrong adjective."

"Do you now?" I said jokingly.

"Yes, I think you meant Devilishly Handsome Dexter, or Dreamlike Dexter, or even Delightful Dexter."

"How about Deranged Dexter?"

"Hmm… I think I like my examples better. More fitting."

I giggled. After, I linked arms with him, automatically.

He glanced at our connected arms and said, "are we in Elizabethan times?"

"Yes," I said clinging tighter.

"Okay, just checking… My Lady," he bowed. Half of myself went down with him. Okay, okay, all of me went down with him.

He hadn't accounted for that to happen. I don't think.

We both were sent toppling to the ground.

"Oof!" we exclaimed in unison.

He helped me up then, both of us sniggering helplessly. "Sorry about that."

"Not a problem," I replied relinking my arm with his.


Dexter dropped me off at my house, because Harrison took my car back to the house.

"Thanks for the ride," I said sheepishly when we were outside of my house.

"Think nothing of it," Dexter said.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

"I think we should do this again," he said.

"I agree. Call me, or you know, whatever." I replied easily, though I was ecstatic beyond belief.

"I need your number than."

"Oh, right, my number," I was about to recite it to him when he threw his phone in my direction.

I caught it, somewhat miraculously, then threw my own at him.

'My anti-drug,' is what I put in for myself, for the name. Followed, of course, by my number.

He had put in, 'Delicious Dexter.'

Laughing, I said, "I expect you to call me, Delicious," I said with mock sternness.

"Yes, Ma'am."

When I went inside Harrison greeted me at the door. He waved towards Dexter, who exclaimed, "No freaking way!" And climbed out of his car to see Harrison.

At least, that's what I think his plan was.

In reality he got caught on his seatbelt and rolled out of the car.

Harrison and I exchanged looks of hilarity and then went to go see if Dexter was okay.

I reached over and unbuckled his seatbelt, which had become a sort of death trap.

He hit the driveway with a thunk.

"Ouch," he said quietly. Then, he returned to his normal, upbeat self and said to Harrison, "I didn't know you lived here!"

"Yeah, I have for a while. My mom married her dad, and whatnot," he explained.

What the 'whatnot' was, I wasn't certain.

"That's pretty awesome, man."

"Indeed," I interjected.

Then, I just stood their cumbersomely for the next 15 minutes while the two boys gossiped and chat.

"Why don't you come in, so you two crazy kids can finish flirting, and I can relax." I said to Dexter.

"Oh yeah, Dex, you should totally come in," Harrison agreed, ignoring my remark.

With Dexter's consent we entered our home. Which happened to be deserted. It was a Friday afternoon and Harrison's mom and my father were out of town for a wedding.

"So… What should we do?" Harrison asked. He's always full of grand ideas.

Dexter just shrugged. I noted on how this seemed to be a rather constant thing with him.

"Want to watch a movie?" I suggested.

"Sure," the two boys said in unison.

"Your choices are, The People Under the Stairs, Starsky & Hutch, or The Full Monty." I was nice. I didn't pick it for them.

"THE FULL MONTY?" I'm positive it was said in all caps. Yelped Dexter, "I don't know how, er, comfortable I am with that."

I chuckled, "It's a great movie. British," I put in, like that made up for the odd name, "about male strippers."

"How about The People Under the Stairs?" Intersected Harrison.

Dexter and I agreed on the movie choice. Neither of us had seen it before.

"Your both in for a treat," Harrison said smugly, as I placed the DVD into the player.


"Oh my God," I exclaimed, "this is hilarious!"

I sat on the couch in between Dexter and Harrison.

Or, not so much sat, as sprawled out between them, my head against Dexter's lapish area, my feet on Harrison.

"I told you," Harrison replied, then he slapped my feet and said, "move it, I gotta pee."

Needless to say, I moved, and Harrison left the room.

We were right in the part in the movie, where you find out that guy's tongue is cut out. The one that's in the walls.

"You know," I said, conversationally, "he's kind of hot."

"Who?" Dexter asked, fiddling with a piece of my hair.

"The mute guy," I said, pointing to the screen.

"What?" Dexter laughed.

"You know, in a pale sort of way," I replied, reaching out and grabbing a strand of his own locks.


"Yeah, but, don't worry," I replied, still handling his hair. "Your much more attractive."

He sat there and just stared at me.

I felt somewhat uneasy, and my cheeks began to redden instantaneously.

He went down to kiss me.

"Ahem," said a voice from behind the couch.

Damn it! Stupid Harrison.

We separated awkwardly, myself, shooting up from his lap, like guilty lovers.

"Well then," grunted Harrison.

I glared at him. He just smiled innocently. Loser.

Author's ..note. I guess...

Yeah, seriously, those movies are fantastic. I strongly suggest you watch them.

Tell me what you think.