Natalie has this bad habit of making me laugh. It's beginning to become a problem. I'll take a drink of anything and automatically a joke or funny comment comes into her mind. I think she does it on purpose.
I saw Joey for the first time in a week yesterday. Natalie and I were walking down the street. I was wearing my purple cargo pants with my bright yellow tanktop. Natalie wore her new outfit, light blue flares and a purple t-shirt with the words "fahk off" on the back. I was taking a drink from my bottle of water and Natalie started singing.
"Bawadaba na my na hickie dickie dickie...." It was obvious she didn't know the words to the song. To be honest, neither did I.
I of course started to laugh and spit my water all over Joey's face. I hadn't noticed him come up next to me. "Shit I'm sorry." I laughed and gave Natalie one of my looks.
"Hey Piper." He smiled, wiping droplets of water off of his cheeks. His hair was gelled unevenly, giving him the look of a classic Hollywood star.
I could hear myself whispering, "You are not allowed to think he's cute." I smiled back. "What's up?"
"I was just hangin out. Hi Nat."
Natalie pushed her elbow into my side, shoving me cloer to Joey. "Hiya. Seen Nowell?"
"He's at home."
"Genius." I whispered to Natlie, who in turn laughed hysterically.
Natalie looked down at her watch and sighed. "Damn I gotta go. Ortho appointment."
"See ya chica." I waved as she walked away. "I better go too."
Joey's face seemed the fill with disappointment but I tried to ignore it. Even though our conversation was leaning towards "intellegent" but teetering on the edge of "pointless", I decided it was time for me to go lay in the sun and not tan.
I had the kind of skin that would burn and produce a zillion freckles... but of course it would never tan. I kept trying though. Gallons of suntan lotion, my favourite halter top with shorts bikini, and my electric green blanket.
I pulled my hair into a very high ponytail and laid back on my blanket, shielding my eyes from the sun. I drifted into space somewhere and was almost at piece until Joey showed up next to me. "Hey." He whispered, thinking I was asleep, almost trying not to wake me up.
I could have sworn that I rolled my eyes. "Did you miss me or something?" I smiled sarcastically, sitting up.
Joey sat down next to me on the blanket and stared at me.
"Problem?"
"No."
"Ok." Yet another mind blowing intellectual conversation between the two of us. I was beginning to wonder if this boy could talk about anything but the weather.
"Nice day isn't it."
"Uhm. Yeah." I chuckled to myself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Joey scooted a little closer and put his hand on top of mine. He looked into my eyes as if expecting something.
"What are you doing?" I asked, not even bothering to move my hand away.
"Nothing."
"You're touching me. I thought there was a specific rule ever since you moved here that you were not supposed to touch me in any way."
Joey smiled. "You're not moving your hand. So I assume you don't mind."
I jerked my hand away from his. "There. Now it's official. Don't ever touch me again."
Joey stood up and brushed off his shorts. "You know what?"
"What?"
"You're a total bitch." He muttered before spinning around and walking in the direction of his own house.
I watched him walk away from me for a few moments before I jumped up and grabbed his shoulder. I turned him back around towards me and kissed him. Just like that, I kissed him. Not quite as repulsive as I thought it would be.
Joey pushed away from me. "I thought you hated me."
"I do."
"Then what the fuck did you just do?"
"I kissed you."
Joey threw his arms in the air and let out a growl. "Do you have to be so sarcastic?"
"I wasn't being sarcastic. I thought I was being pretty straight forward."
"No. Because if you were being straight forward, you would have done this." And he grabbed the sides of my arms and pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around my back as he kissed me like nobody ever had before. Now I'm not saying I haven't been kissed before, I've had my share of makeout sessions. But this was different. It was almost as if he was afraid that I would punch him. His lips slower moved over mine and opened slightly. I decided it was of course up to me to move any further. I slid my tongue past his lips and playfully moved it in sync with his. Aha. He wasn't a beginner. Very nice.
No wait. What the fuck was I doing? This was Joey. Repulsive little Joey who used to snap my training bra and throw dead worms in my hair when I was 11. Ew. I took a step back from him as if trying to get away, but I tripped over a twig in the yard. Damn clutz. We both went tumbling back down to my blanket.
Joey started to laugh and put his hand under my head where I had just slammed it into the ground. "You ok?" And he kissed my forehead.
"Uh huh." I smiled. So the boy could be sweet. And... his hair did look really good today. His khaki cargo shorts weren't so shoddy either. Mmmm. Did he just lick his lips?
"STOP IT!" I screamed in my head, but the only words that came out were, "Kiss me again."
Joey was on top of me from the fall. He took no time at all in letting his hands glide over my not so perfect stomach. I shivered, my inner shyness appearing. "What?"
"Nothing." I whispered and let him continue kissing me. To be totally honest, I liked it. Even coming from him. But eventually the fact that we were outside in my front yard came to my attention. "Wanna go inside?" I asked, still just above a whisper.
"Can we?"
"Yeah."
Joey stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Are you sure you don't still hate me?"
"Oh I still hate you." I laughed as he slid his arm around my waist.
Joey's expression changed to a look of disappointment.
"Kidding, Joey. Kidding."
He smiled as I opened the door and led him into my house.