by Kathy Sun Aug 08, 2010 1:45 am
“Rachel, the Smith’s are coming over any second now, please go clean off the coffee table now.” Rachels mother, Tami, nagged meto do. The Smiths where our very close family friends, they came over every Saturday, and more. Why we have to clean for them, I do not know.
But I didn’t mind, I got to see my best friend that day. Kent. Well, he’s my best guy friend, who, in a sense, was my best friend. I could tell him anything and everything, and he would give me support and help me with everything. He’s the only one who knows that I write. My strict parents wouldn’t allow me to be a writer. It’s “too risky of a career choice.” Instead, after college, they are shipping me to law school. And my friends, if they knew I write, well, it’d be constant pestering about reading what I wrote, or calling me a nerd for doing so. I already get enough for being a book worm. Maybe thats why the kids at Grant High School are so dumb: they don’t read.
After clearing the coffee table, my mother assigned me another task which was to tidy up my room. I ran upstairs and started transferring the clothes from the ground to the hamper when I heard a knock on the door. I turned around and there stood Kent, smiling slightly. His bright blue eyes caught my attention, then I noticed that he had cut his blonde hair. It was slightly shorter now, maybe three inches long. He was wearing a t-shirt from Red Hot Chili Peppers concert with jeans and vans. Casual. I looked down at my outfit, and flinched. Sweats and an oversized t-shirt. Way too casual. I heard him try to hide a laugh and my head shot up.
“I had two minutes warning that you were coming.” I defended myself.
He laughed and smiled his bright smile. “You look fine, don’t even sweat it.”
I couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him, even if i was still wearing pajamas. I shoved him out the door to my room so I could change into something presentable to the rest of his family. I chose a striped short sleeved sweater and jeans, with no shoes. We were in my home, there’s no need for shoes.
I opened the door and saw him leaning against the wall to my right.
“You know you take forever to change? And you think out loud. I heard you saying ‘stripped sweater or pink v-neck?’” He teased.
“It shows intelligence.” I smirked and walked passed him towards downstairs, he followed behind.
It was about an hour of mingling when decided it was time to eat. After lunch, Kent and I went up to my room like we do every time they come over. That’s when we talk and he reads my stories.
I opened my newest story on my computer, and he sat down to read it. It was a love story between Anabeth and Michael. Also known as Rachel and Kent. Yes, little did Kent know, I was in love with him. Have been for a while, just realized it last week. The way I can talk to him, the way he listens, he’s just perfect.
“Wow, Rachel, this is amazing.” Kent complimented. I blushed.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“Whose the guy based off of? It’s so obvious Anabeth is you, now whose the guy?” He asked.
You.
“Oh, nobody, really.” I lied.
He seemed to believe it, because he didn’t ask again.
“It seriously is amazing.” He looked up, and we made eye contact and we held it there. He started inching towards my face, and I couldn’t breathe. Closer and closer he came, this had to be a dream. He was inches away.
“Kent time to go!” We heard his mother call.
“See you later.” He whispered, and then left.
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