"Guess who?"
"Let me see, Micky?"
"Hey how'd yeah know it was me?" Micky asked with disappointment.
"You smell like apples. You're the only guy I know that smell like apples." Mary chuckled
"Hey babe I do not smell like apples..... Well maybe I do" Micky laughed along with Mary.
"Well you eat enough of them too." Mary playfully shoved Micky. "So what's up?"
"I was heading to my next class when I saw beautiful you standing here." Micky leaned up against the lockers. Micky was Mary's best friend. They had been friends as long as Mary could recall. It seemed like there was no Mary without Micky and vice versa. Micky was always there for Mary. He'd been there when Mary had found out her dad had cancer and helped her the whole way through. Then at the beginning of grade nine when Micky had found out his dad had died suddenly Mary was right by his side. Micky had also been Mary's first boyfriend, but that only lasted two months. They soon found they were better off friends.
"What classes do you have next?" Micky asked brushing a stray curl out of his face.
"I have History with Miss Peachtree."
"Really me too, this is so groovy, now I'll have to pass." This would be Micky third time trying to pass this class.
"We should get going if we want to get good seat. I ended up in front row in Mr. Heartbomb's class."
"Bummer, then let's go my lady." Micky put his arm out for Mary. Mary laughed but took his arm anyhow.
"You dirty rat. You killed my brother." Davy laughed hard as ever though he had heard it millions of times before.
Amanda looked at Micky strangely like always. Amanda found Micky's humor a little odd. She didn't quite get him.
"Ey Mary, you with us?"
"What, yeah, that was great Micky" Mary replied snapping back into reality.
"Are you okay today Mary" You seem a little out of it." Amanda asked concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine. Well actually I'm great." Mary beamed.
"Why so great luv?"
"Oh I just met this guy. His name is Peter and he?s just about the grooviest guy I've ever meant."
"Why so ?groovy??" Micky said in a dreamy voice copying Mary.
"He's a hippy."
"Almost 50% of the guys here are hippies." Micky said interrupting Mary.
"I know but he's also really sweet and unlike every other guy he seemed to notice me. He's got light brown hair and bro?"
"You mean 'im?" Davy said pointing in the direction of the cafeteria doors. Mary's head snapped in that direction. There stood Peter with a plate of food in his hand and he seemed lost.
"Yeah that's him. Is he just not great looking?" Mary sighed.
"Oh yeah he's something Mar. HEY PETER COME SIT OVER HERE!" Micky shrieked. Peter heard the shout and started over to them.
"Micky what are you doing. He can't sit here, you know how I get with guys I like. No you know how I get with guys period."
"Too late cus 'ere 'e comes."
"Micky I'm going to ki?" Mary started but was interrupted.
"Hi Mary" Mary heard from behind her. Mary turned to face Peter.
"Hi Peter, have a seat" Peter sat beside Mary and placed his tray down in front of him.
"How rude Mary, don't even introduce us to your friend. I'm Micky that's without an 'E'. And this short guy is Davy and she's Amanda."
"I'm Peter but I guess you already knew that." Peter went to take a bit of the potatoes on his plate when Micky out a cry.
"STOP! Don't eat that or you'll regret it." Micky then got up grabbed Peter tray and throw it in the garbage. "First rule is to never eat the food served here."
"Okay" Peter said a little shocked.
"So Peter how long have you been in town? Where did you live before? Why'dya move" Micky asked a little too quickly.
"Hey wait I've seen this somewhere before. All we need is a light" Davy laughed. Mary put her head on the table. Her friends where making her look like a moron.
"Yeah I think I've seen that movie before. You'll never get me to talk you dirty coppa's" Peter tried to do his best impersonation. Mary sighed a sigh of relief.
"But I've been here a month. I was living in Germany before and I moved because my Dad got a job teaching at the University."
"Germany! What were you doing there?" Dave asked fascinated.
"My dad was in the army, but now that he has the job teaching, he retired."
"So you're an army brat?" Micky laughed.
"No, I just moved around a lot. I hated it. I was home schooled, so this is all new to me."
"So this is the first time you've been in a public school" Davy asked shocked.
"Yeah, scary huh?"
"You better believe it is." Micky laughed
"What do you do for fun Peter?" Amanda asked.
"Play the guitar and the piano mostly. I play other interments but just mainly them. I write music and poetry too."
"Really? That's far-out cus Mary 'ere plays the same instruments. She writes music and poetry also." Davy gave Mary a wink.
"Really?" Peter asked surprised.
"Um yeah I do." Mary said blushing.
"I play the drums and guitar." Micky always had to put his two cents in.
"Groovy, we should get together sometime and jam. But what about Davy and Amanda, do you guys play anything?" Peter asked
"I sing. I can also play tambourine and maracas. Amanda doesn't play anything. She's an artist."
"Oh Davy those don't count. A two year old could play the tambourine or maracas." Micky laughed.
"Always picking on the short guy." Davy wined.
"Hey don't say that about Davy. He's good at playing them. He's also a very good singer." Amanda said coming to Davy's defense.
"Thank you luv." Davy said giving Amanda a kiss.
"Alright I'll lay off the little guy if you two stop kissing."
"Is that a promise?" Amanda asked.
"Then it's all settled. You guy are coming over to my house next Friday." Peter beamed.
"I think I'll sit that one out" Mary replied.
"Why, you can't." Peter's smile fell from his face.
"Mary's shy about her talent. She won't play for anyone. Well I've heard her stuff but that's only cus I walked in on her once. She amazing." Micky said before Mary could make up a lie.
"Will you at least come and watch? You don't have to play. Amanda you can come too." Peter asked with pleating eyes.
"I can't I have to work but Mary will go."
"Yeah I'll be there" A smile spread over Peter's face. Mary couldn't help but smile too. The bell rang to signal that lunch was over. Everyone started gathering their things. Everyone but Mary and Amanda went separate ways. They started walking towards their next class.
"He seems like a very great guy."
"He does, doesn't he?" Mary smiled a goofy smile.
"He also seems to really like you."
"You think so?"
"It wasn't me he was begging to come to his house" With that statement they reached their class. It left Mary thinking about Peter for the rest of the day.
Did he really like her?