It’s springtime and school is going to be letting out in just a few weeks.
It’s a bright Saturday afternoon in May and I’m forced to be having a picnic with my family.
What teenager in his right mind wants to do such a thing?
So I hurriedly eat my piece of fried chicken, then go explore the park.
I look around curiously, happy to have to time by myself; something I hardly get.
I walk up and down the sidewalks and ponder life to myself.
Suddenly, I see her. She is sitting on a bench and sobbing.
Despite tears flowing almost profusely from her eyes, I think she is very beautiful.
I have the urge to comfort her, but I don’t know what to say.
However, I know I’ll regret it if I just pass her by.
She’s pleasantly plump and my kind of pretty. I very attracted to her and, naturally, want to make her feel better.
Maybe I could be a friend to her, hopefully though, something more.
My, God, I’m starting to have feelings for her.
Speaking of God, ‘God please give me the courage to talk to her and the wisdom to say the right thing.’
I walk up to her bench and then say, “Hi.”
She looks up and then waves at me.
Awkwardly I stand there.
Finally, I ask her, “May I sit with you?”
She wipes her eyes and then says, “I guess if you want.”
“I think you’re very pretty,” I tell her.
She looks at me and humbly smiles, then says, “Thanks, but you obviously don’t see how fat I am.”
There’s a silence but then I continue, “I mean what I said; I think you’re very pretty.”
She smiles even more and says, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”
“What do you think about me?”
“I think you’re cute, but you seem kind of young.”
“I’m about to be fifteen.”
“I knew you were young, I’m about to be seventeen.”
“I would still like to get to know you if you indeed give me a chance.” I pause then continue, “What are you upset about anyway?”
“My boyfriend dumped me because I started gaining weight.”
“Well, it’s his loss, not yours. I might have just met you, but I know for sure what he did was cruel and not to mention so foolish. You don’t know how I’d be overjoyed to be with someone like you.”
“It’s his fault I started gaining weight too. Since I’m about to turn seventeen, which would make it legal for him to sleep with me in this state, my mom put me on birth control. It was all so he wouldn’t get me pregnant, then I started gaining weight because of the shots and he dumped me.”
“If you give just me a chance, I wouldn’t ever dump you. I’d also be willing to wait however long for you.”
“You’re so sweet. In just a little while, all the girls are going to be after you.”
“But what if I want you instead?”
“Because I think you’re pretty and, I know it’s quick, but I already have feelings for you. Please don’t hurt me and turn me down.” I pause, then continue, “Give me a chance and I will do my best to treat you like a princess.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance, now you give me a hug!”
We embrace and she pulls my body close to hers.
I hold her and gently rub her back and sides.
She smiles at me, but her eyes are still wet.
“There’s something I would like to do, but I need your permission first.”
“What is it?”
“I’d like to kiss those tears off your face.”
I begin to gently kiss her eyes and cheeks.
She runs her fingers through my curly hair.
“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” I tell her.
“Is there a way we can keep in touch?” She asks me.
“I can give you my parents’ house number, my AIM screen name, and my ICQ number.”
“Cool beans, I’ll give you mine as well, plus my cell number, but only call it after nine at night,” She says, then takes a Palm Pilot out of her purse and enters my information. Afterwards, she writes her information on my arm.”
I then lay on the bench with my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face.
We stay there for a while completely lost in time and space.
Finally, I hear my dad shouting my name.
In distress, I tell her, “I have to go now, but I’ll call you or instant message you as soon as I can.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Could I kiss you goodbye?” I humbly ask her.
“Of course. In fact, you better kiss me!”
Our lips meet, then passionately lock.
We kiss again and again until I hear my dad shout my name once more, then I know I have to leave.
“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she says with a smile and dry eyes.