Friday, May 18, 2012

16 year old boy

Wow.  She's so cute.  Seriously.  She's like... wow.  I can't help staring at her.  Then Jen grabs my arm.  I mean she's pretty hot,but I'm really starting to hate cheerleaders.  The whole peppy thing is SO annoying.  I'm done with her.  I only dated her in the first place 'cause my friend liked her sister.  I still feel kinda bad though.  But I can't get her out of my head.  She is just so... yeah.  I think Jen's starting to notice.  She keeps glaring at me.  I think I've gone to get a refill like three times in 20 minutes.  I can't help it.  My friends keep telling me that I'm an idiot for wanting to dump Jen, but I'm just not that in to her.  Shes all like OOHH! Prom!  Look! Shoes!  Like OMG!  Ashley told me like the most like AMAZINGLY funny story!  So, back to prom! How do you feel about like the color pink!  I always feel like screaming in her face, just so she would SHUT UP for like one ******** second!  But, Brooke... She's kinda perfect.  Not my usual type... not blonde or the cheerleader type, but in a good way.  I always stare at her across the counter.  I can never even order right.  In the theater, Jen claws in to my hand, but I get up anyway.  I'm not gonna settle for this... Jen's just not enough.  My thoughts drift back to Brooke.  The way her eyes kinda sparkle. How she lights up the room just by being there.  Jen only lights up a room when she walks into a party after a football game in her cheer leading uniform carrying a 24-pack of beer. Brooke's just more... real.  She doesn't have to wear a mini skirt to get noticed.  I don't know why, but I see more in her than what she looks like.  She's sweet, and nice.  She doesn't even care what other people think about her.  Not that she needs to.  She's still really pretty.  I go over to the concessions counter.  Her shift is over though.  Whatever.  I'll just come back some other day... I walk back to the theater.  I look for Jen.  I see her a few rows away from where we were sitting.  Making out with my friend, Blake.  At first, I'm kinda thinking what the heck!  But then I'm just like great, I'm leaving.  I grab my jacket and walk to my car.  Jen can get a ride home with Blake for all I care.  I'm done.  I'll talk to Brooke tomorrow.

5 comments:

  1. You did a great job writing from a guy's POV but I didn't like how you kept stereotyping your own gender. Every girl knows that no one really talks like that.

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    1. I wasn't sterotyping girls, it's just that a lot of guys do.

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  2. this was actually believable, to a point.

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  3. Okay, first of all, I really don't see how this is a 16 year old guy. It obviously is a guy, but he seems like he's ten until he starts talking about the cheerleaders... I mean, the rest is pretty good but another opinion I have is the fact he only swore once. In past experiences I have learned the people who swear, curse often... Just a thought. Anyway, great job!
    ~Sarah
    (P.S. Invite me to your blog please!)

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    1. About the whole swearing thing, it was for language arts class. I can't have him cursing in every sentence...

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