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It felt stupid to say that I was in love. I probably wasn’t. I was just a dumb teenage boy who had a massive crush on someone I didn’t know. It wasn’t love. And it probably never would be. I’d never pluck up the courage to speak to him properly. Plus, was it even possible to be in love with someone without knowing them? Some would say yes. There was ‘love at first sight’ but I had never known if I truly believed in that. Maybe ‘lust at first sight’. And if that was what it was, was I in lust with this guy? It was utterly preposterous and I felt so stupid and inexperienced. I wished more than anything that I had had a previous relationship so that I wasn’t so worried and unwilling to talk to him. Maybe if I had had some experience in the past I would have been able to go up to him and ask for his name.
It didn’t matter. I was too pessimistic to ever believe that anything could possibly ever happen. I would most likely never pluck up the courage to talk to him. And in what situation would I be able to? There was only so much you could say to the cashier behind the till. It would be really weird if I suddenly tried to go into full conversation when I was in a shop. It’s just not the place to form a friendship.
Cassie was waiting for us by the big oak tree in the school car park, waving her hand wildly. She had dark blonde wavy hair that she had never dyed before. It was long and reached just below her shoulder blades. As she had never used heat on it to straighten or curl it, the ends weren’t horribly damaged. Her hair, in general, was in perfect condition and the majority of the girls at the school were jealous of it. She loved her hair. It was her thing. If she had to get it cut off one day she would probably cry and never leave the house again. In a way, her hair was her security blanket. And it really was beautiful. She had always had the nicest hair.
Her eyes were blue, to go with the whole ‘perfect blue eyed, blonde haired girl’. She was that. Cassie was beautiful, and it was painfully obvious. Her nose was straight and thin, her cheek bones evident in a subtle way and her mouth was full and pink. Harvey had gotten himself a lucky catch with her. Her body was slender. She wasn’t too thin and she wasn’t too large. She worked out, going to the gym every other day to stay in shape and she ate healthily, much to mine and Harvey’s annoyance. We liked to take a trip to McDonalds every now and then, but she would have nothing of it. She would complain about all of the fat and grease. It was true, it was disgusting food. But it tasted so good that I just didn’t care.
Harvey, too, was an attractive boy. They made an attractive couple. His hair was short and dark brown. He had a strong jaw and a slight bump in his nose, but it fit his face. His eyes were chocolate brown and he had bushy eyebrows. But, again, they fit him. They were the epitome of a perfect couple and they would have the prettiest babies. I hoped that they would be that couple that made it to marriage and further. I wanted my two best friends to get married, have kids and start a family. I wanted to be Uncle Frank and to look after Cassie Junior and Harvey Junior when mummy and daddy were busy on a romantic date or something along those lines. They were so perfect for each other and it was so obvious.
And although it made me feel insignificant, I was happy for them.
They greeted each other with a kiss when Harvey and I reached her and I shuffled on my feet awkwardly for a moment or two until they pulled away, stupidly cheesy grins on their faces.
“Done yet?” I asked in mock annoyance and Cassie hit me.
“Shut up, Frankie,” she laughed. “You love it.”
“Yeah, sure. I love watching my friends make out,” I said sarcastically with a role of my eyes. Harvey was the one to push me this time and I swayed gently on my step, having to move my leg backwards to catch myself before I fell. “Hey!”
Harvey just smiled at me and grabbed a hold of Cassie’s hand. “So, into town we go?” he asked and the other two of us nodded.
Although the three of us could each drive and had cars that were available for us to use, we lived so close to the school that we saw no point in driving. It was a waste of petrol and just plain lazy. I knew that if I got into the habit of driving everywhere I would never do any exercise and I would probably become obese. Walking was the only exercise I got.
So, we began the walk into town that would take us roughly fifteen to twenty minutes depending on our pace. It was an easy and straightforward walk that we had learnt early in our lives. We’ve spent countless hours in the town. We used to spend all of our time in the toy shop, then it moved onto the coffee shop, and now it turned to the record shop. Though, the latter was my doing. I enjoyed going to the record shop just so that I could check out the man who worked there. And he would be there today. It was a Tuesday so he would be working. I was excited about seeing him. It was madness how he had this effect on me and had no idea. My palms became sweaty and I would be unable to talk. It was so funny but so annoying how I was like this. I was so embarrassing.
Trees lined the streets that lead us to the shop; green leaves decorating them. Some of them had chunks of bark missing and we passed the tree that Harvey and Cassie were sad enough to carve their initials into. It read:
H + C
forever
circled in a big heart. It was cute, but so sickly at the same time. Why they chose that tree, I’ll never know. They didn’t even know themselves. They had just been walking home one day and picked that random tree. The first time I had spotted it I had almost choked on the water I had been drinking. I was in disbelief over the cheesiness of the gesture. It was so lame and so teen movie-esque. But it was cute and they had been all lovey-dovey at that point in time. They were better with their sickly love now. They rarely made googly eyes at each other when I was present and they didn’t make comments about how much they loved each other. When they did that, I would always pretend to retch and mimic pushing my fingers to the back of my throat. They weren’t impressed.
So they had stopped. Leaving the loved up teenage-them for private moments.
I could see the shop. There was a brown shade over the entrance and the sign across the length of the shop. The door was black and the paint was chipping in places. It was an old store. It had been around since before my parents were born – according to my dad. Though, it hadn’t always been a shop for CDs.
I was getting nervous at the prospect of seeing him. He was so close now and I hoped that we would make eye contact. For him to actually notice me would be the second best thing in the world at that moment – the first best thing would be for him to talk to me.
The three of us crossed the road when it was safe to do so and walked into the shop.
There he was, putting CDs away into their respected sections. His long black hair fell across his shoulders as he hunched over the stacks of CDs. I couldn’t see it from my position behind him – what with him being all the way at the other end of the store – but he had a patch of turquoise hair at the front of his head. It was hard to explain and a bizarre choice of a hair-style, but it suited him well and he could pull it off. He was really quirky in a cool way.
He didn’t look up when the bell chimed, to which I was saddened by. But there was nothing I could do – I couldn’t expect him to look at the door for every customer that walked in or out.
Harvey and Cassie split up, starting at separate ends of the shop and making their way down the aisles to look for CDs that they wanted. A lot of the CDs in here were second hand, so each time we came in there would be a different selection to choose from.
Band posters littered the brick walls, tacked up and filling every space possible.
I began my own search for CDs, scrolling through the aisles. There was nothing in particular that I was looking for but I could never turn down a good CD when I found one. As a lot of the CDs were second hand, they were also fairly cheap. 5 dollars was the average price. With the price being so low I never felt guilty about buying them. Though my parents thought otherwise. To them, I was wasting my money on useless items that I would never use. I put them onto my iTunes and then left them on my shelf. But it wasn’t the case. I did play my CDs through my CD player and I enjoyed owning the box and having the little book inside to flick through. Owning the CD made me feel like I was paying more tribute to the band that I was claiming I enjoyed.
I ended up finding a CD that I wanted and I made my way to the till to buy it, leaving Harvey and Cassie to continue looking around. The guy was behind the counter already and a part of me decided that it was now or never to try and spark some sort of conversation.
“Hey,” I said over zealously as I bounded up to the counter to place the CD down in front of him. It was the Descendents – Milo Goes to College.
“Cool choice,” he commented as he tapped in the price and chewed on his stick of gum. I had never been a massive fan of gum chewing or gum chewers. It always grossed me out when it would go slightly stale and give off a pungent odour. Plus, it made a horrid smacking noise and made you over-salivate. But the way this guy was doing it, it didn’t seem so disgusting anymore.
He spoke out of the corner of his mouth as he chewed on the minty rubber. His pink lips curling and making shapes. His lips were thin and his teeth were small. But they were so cute. He had a thin, slightly upturned nose. His cheek bones were covered by a milky white smooth looking flesh with a hint of a pink undertone. And his eyes, oh boy, his eyes were the perfect hazel. Specks of green littered the golden brown and they shone in the light. He was so beautiful.
“Yeah, I love them,” I replied and mentally smacked myself. What kind of an answer was that? ‘Yeah, I love them’. Stupid, stupid, Frank.
He let out a soft chuckle and my insides melted. He was so blasé about everything. So calm and collected.
My eyes darted away from his and I looked to the notice board next to the counter to look at fliers about bands playing in town.
“This is my band,” he commented with a smile, his long pointer finger smacking against the sheet of white paper.
‘/My Chemical Romance/’ the flier read. Below the title there was the venue, date and time along with a little drawing of a vampire-bat-creature.
I looked at him, our eyes meeting, and I was positive that I was about to die. “I like the drawing,” I laughed and he let out that soft chuckle again.
“Thanks. I drew it,” he mentioned and my eyebrows rose in amazement. It was a fairly small drawing but it showed the potential that he had.
“Yeah? That’s so cool,” I looked back at the poster and took a mental check of the date, time and venue of his gig. I wanted to go. I wanted to know what kind of a band he was in.
“You should come along,” he said with a nod of his head. “It’ll be fun.”
“Will do,” I responded, a huge smile plastered to my face and I was sure that I looked like the biggest loser imaginable.
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It didn’t matter. I was too pessimistic to ever believe that anything could possibly ever happen. I would most likely never pluck up the courage to talk to him. And in what situation would I be able to? There was only so much you could say to the cashier behind the till. It would be really weird if I suddenly tried to go into full conversation when I was in a shop. It’s just not the place to form a friendship.
Cassie was waiting for us by the big oak tree in the school car park, waving her hand wildly. She had dark blonde wavy hair that she had never dyed before. It was long and reached just below her shoulder blades. As she had never used heat on it to straighten or curl it, the ends weren’t horribly damaged. Her hair, in general, was in perfect condition and the majority of the girls at the school were jealous of it. She loved her hair. It was her thing. If she had to get it cut off one day she would probably cry and never leave the house again. In a way, her hair was her security blanket. And it really was beautiful. She had always had the nicest hair.
Her eyes were blue, to go with the whole ‘perfect blue eyed, blonde haired girl’. She was that. Cassie was beautiful, and it was painfully obvious. Her nose was straight and thin, her cheek bones evident in a subtle way and her mouth was full and pink. Harvey had gotten himself a lucky catch with her. Her body was slender. She wasn’t too thin and she wasn’t too large. She worked out, going to the gym every other day to stay in shape and she ate healthily, much to mine and Harvey’s annoyance. We liked to take a trip to McDonalds every now and then, but she would have nothing of it. She would complain about all of the fat and grease. It was true, it was disgusting food. But it tasted so good that I just didn’t care.
Harvey, too, was an attractive boy. They made an attractive couple. His hair was short and dark brown. He had a strong jaw and a slight bump in his nose, but it fit his face. His eyes were chocolate brown and he had bushy eyebrows. But, again, they fit him. They were the epitome of a perfect couple and they would have the prettiest babies. I hoped that they would be that couple that made it to marriage and further. I wanted my two best friends to get married, have kids and start a family. I wanted to be Uncle Frank and to look after Cassie Junior and Harvey Junior when mummy and daddy were busy on a romantic date or something along those lines. They were so perfect for each other and it was so obvious.
And although it made me feel insignificant, I was happy for them.
They greeted each other with a kiss when Harvey and I reached her and I shuffled on my feet awkwardly for a moment or two until they pulled away, stupidly cheesy grins on their faces.
“Done yet?” I asked in mock annoyance and Cassie hit me.
“Shut up, Frankie,” she laughed. “You love it.”
“Yeah, sure. I love watching my friends make out,” I said sarcastically with a role of my eyes. Harvey was the one to push me this time and I swayed gently on my step, having to move my leg backwards to catch myself before I fell. “Hey!”
Harvey just smiled at me and grabbed a hold of Cassie’s hand. “So, into town we go?” he asked and the other two of us nodded.
Although the three of us could each drive and had cars that were available for us to use, we lived so close to the school that we saw no point in driving. It was a waste of petrol and just plain lazy. I knew that if I got into the habit of driving everywhere I would never do any exercise and I would probably become obese. Walking was the only exercise I got.
So, we began the walk into town that would take us roughly fifteen to twenty minutes depending on our pace. It was an easy and straightforward walk that we had learnt early in our lives. We’ve spent countless hours in the town. We used to spend all of our time in the toy shop, then it moved onto the coffee shop, and now it turned to the record shop. Though, the latter was my doing. I enjoyed going to the record shop just so that I could check out the man who worked there. And he would be there today. It was a Tuesday so he would be working. I was excited about seeing him. It was madness how he had this effect on me and had no idea. My palms became sweaty and I would be unable to talk. It was so funny but so annoying how I was like this. I was so embarrassing.
Trees lined the streets that lead us to the shop; green leaves decorating them. Some of them had chunks of bark missing and we passed the tree that Harvey and Cassie were sad enough to carve their initials into. It read:
H + C
forever
circled in a big heart. It was cute, but so sickly at the same time. Why they chose that tree, I’ll never know. They didn’t even know themselves. They had just been walking home one day and picked that random tree. The first time I had spotted it I had almost choked on the water I had been drinking. I was in disbelief over the cheesiness of the gesture. It was so lame and so teen movie-esque. But it was cute and they had been all lovey-dovey at that point in time. They were better with their sickly love now. They rarely made googly eyes at each other when I was present and they didn’t make comments about how much they loved each other. When they did that, I would always pretend to retch and mimic pushing my fingers to the back of my throat. They weren’t impressed.
So they had stopped. Leaving the loved up teenage-them for private moments.
I could see the shop. There was a brown shade over the entrance and the sign across the length of the shop. The door was black and the paint was chipping in places. It was an old store. It had been around since before my parents were born – according to my dad. Though, it hadn’t always been a shop for CDs.
I was getting nervous at the prospect of seeing him. He was so close now and I hoped that we would make eye contact. For him to actually notice me would be the second best thing in the world at that moment – the first best thing would be for him to talk to me.
The three of us crossed the road when it was safe to do so and walked into the shop.
There he was, putting CDs away into their respected sections. His long black hair fell across his shoulders as he hunched over the stacks of CDs. I couldn’t see it from my position behind him – what with him being all the way at the other end of the store – but he had a patch of turquoise hair at the front of his head. It was hard to explain and a bizarre choice of a hair-style, but it suited him well and he could pull it off. He was really quirky in a cool way.
He didn’t look up when the bell chimed, to which I was saddened by. But there was nothing I could do – I couldn’t expect him to look at the door for every customer that walked in or out.
Harvey and Cassie split up, starting at separate ends of the shop and making their way down the aisles to look for CDs that they wanted. A lot of the CDs in here were second hand, so each time we came in there would be a different selection to choose from.
Band posters littered the brick walls, tacked up and filling every space possible.
I began my own search for CDs, scrolling through the aisles. There was nothing in particular that I was looking for but I could never turn down a good CD when I found one. As a lot of the CDs were second hand, they were also fairly cheap. 5 dollars was the average price. With the price being so low I never felt guilty about buying them. Though my parents thought otherwise. To them, I was wasting my money on useless items that I would never use. I put them onto my iTunes and then left them on my shelf. But it wasn’t the case. I did play my CDs through my CD player and I enjoyed owning the box and having the little book inside to flick through. Owning the CD made me feel like I was paying more tribute to the band that I was claiming I enjoyed.
I ended up finding a CD that I wanted and I made my way to the till to buy it, leaving Harvey and Cassie to continue looking around. The guy was behind the counter already and a part of me decided that it was now or never to try and spark some sort of conversation.
“Hey,” I said over zealously as I bounded up to the counter to place the CD down in front of him. It was the Descendents – Milo Goes to College.
“Cool choice,” he commented as he tapped in the price and chewed on his stick of gum. I had never been a massive fan of gum chewing or gum chewers. It always grossed me out when it would go slightly stale and give off a pungent odour. Plus, it made a horrid smacking noise and made you over-salivate. But the way this guy was doing it, it didn’t seem so disgusting anymore.
He spoke out of the corner of his mouth as he chewed on the minty rubber. His pink lips curling and making shapes. His lips were thin and his teeth were small. But they were so cute. He had a thin, slightly upturned nose. His cheek bones were covered by a milky white smooth looking flesh with a hint of a pink undertone. And his eyes, oh boy, his eyes were the perfect hazel. Specks of green littered the golden brown and they shone in the light. He was so beautiful.
“Yeah, I love them,” I replied and mentally smacked myself. What kind of an answer was that? ‘Yeah, I love them’. Stupid, stupid, Frank.
He let out a soft chuckle and my insides melted. He was so blasé about everything. So calm and collected.
My eyes darted away from his and I looked to the notice board next to the counter to look at fliers about bands playing in town.
“This is my band,” he commented with a smile, his long pointer finger smacking against the sheet of white paper.
‘/My Chemical Romance/’ the flier read. Below the title there was the venue, date and time along with a little drawing of a vampire-bat-creature.
I looked at him, our eyes meeting, and I was positive that I was about to die. “I like the drawing,” I laughed and he let out that soft chuckle again.
“Thanks. I drew it,” he mentioned and my eyebrows rose in amazement. It was a fairly small drawing but it showed the potential that he had.
“Yeah? That’s so cool,” I looked back at the poster and took a mental check of the date, time and venue of his gig. I wanted to go. I wanted to know what kind of a band he was in.
“You should come along,” he said with a nod of his head. “It’ll be fun.”
“Will do,” I responded, a huge smile plastered to my face and I was sure that I looked like the biggest loser imaginable.
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