That Boy (Book 1)

Chapter 2

I don't want any shit for calling Paul fat ok! It hate calling my little Paulie fat but I deal with it. OK? ok

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Chapter 2:  1952 part 2

My mouth still hung open slightly, as I slowly turned around, away from my mother and set my bag on the floor. It leaned up against the light yellow wall. I walked, slowly, towards the door. My hand reached for the handle of the front door, I turned it, and pushed open the wooden door.

 The spring air was warm and the streets were live with other kids and teens. I felt so young with all these older kids around. My legs had me travel to the side of the street and I began walking one way.

I didn't have any idea were I was going, but I didn't care. My arms were across my messy blue blouse. The legs of my body pulled me down the street, I didn't turn or look any direction.

Eventually, I came by the entrance of the park and turned inside. I walked down the old path, silently. There were people sitting and talking, a few were making out. I sat down by a tree, facing the direction of the forest. I thought about all the family and friends I would miss. What would I tell Lilly? She's been my best friend for years and years. But I knew that at least one thing I would not miss. Paul McCartney. That boy was horrible.

Then I heard some giggling close by and I looked around the side of the oak. I moaned as I saw who it was. Paul was standing nearby, with some of his swine friends. They looked at me, obviously making fun of me.

"What do you want you swine?" I stood and walked over to Paul is his little friends. They laughed at me, and it took then a while to answer. I stood with my hands on my waist.

"Nothing." More laughing came from those swines. Paul eyes analyzed me, before he giggle, causing his chipmunk cheeks we move strangely.

"You guys suck." I turned back around and began walking back to my tree. Then I heard Paul walking behind me. It pissed me off.

"Leave me alone, McCartney." I flipped around quickly and slapped him across his face. It was full of baby fat, and he had a red mark covering his face.

"OW!." He cryed out, "Why did you do that?" He covered his cheek with his hand.

"Because your stubby and fat." I walked over to the tree, and he just stand there.

"Yeah, and your poor and ugly." He retorted. I froze in my tracks. That was the meanest thing ever said to me. I didn't say anything, I just sat down on grass. Placing my back on the tree trunk.

"Let's go Paul." One of the boys said, and Paul nodded before walking back over to his friends. They walked away and I just put my head down on my knees, which were pulled up to my chest. I felt like crying about everything. That jerk. I just sat there quietly crying for a while, not sure how long.

"Are you ok?" A heard a voice that I didn't recognize. I turned my head towards the voice and looked. A kid knelt next to me, he was older them me. His hair was brushed neatly, and he was wearing clean clothes.

"Um, yeah I'm fine." I looked away. The boy sat next to me.

"My name' s John." He spoke with a sweet voice, "John Lennon." I smiled and looked back at him.

"I'm Holly Marx." I sat back and he read my face with his green eyes.

"You look sad." His hand brushed my face, pushing my dirty blond hair out of my eyes.

I shrugged, "I just mad." He look interested in me.

"At who?" He looked kinda cute, but whatever boys suck.

"This boy made fun of me for being poor and ugly." I wanted to cry again. My head turned the other direction and I heard him sigh.

"I don't think that." John made me smile again.

"Really?' I looked back at him.

"Yeah," He smiled at me, "Really." I wondered how old he was.

"I haven't seen you around." I asked him with curiosity.

"I guess I go to a different school then you." He thought about it, "And I am sure I am older then you. I am 12."

"Hm, I'm only 10." He nodded and place his arm around me. The side of his body was press lightly against mine. I wish I could stay, John was being so sweet towards me. He didn't even know me. I didn't know him.

"Thanks." I managed to say after a little bit.

"For what?" He asked looking into my glasses.

"For, ah, for, um." I was lost into his green eyes. "For comforting me." John's hand reached for my glasses and pulled them off. "Wha-?" He hushed me and put the glasses on. I giggled a little bit before we just both started laugh extremely hard. He looked so funny in my glasses. I never knew how horrible they really were. I never need them anyway, it's just my mom that wanted me to wear them.

"You look funny." I finally said once the laugh died down. He took the glasses off and handed them back to me. Our hands touch for just a moment, and I blushed. I quickly pushed them back on my face. I never like a boy, most of the time they just were swines. But something was different about John. Maybe it was the way he was treating me. He treated me like a person, with kindness. But whatever, I was moving.

"I wish we could meet again." I sighed sadly and he looked slightly worried.

"Why can't we?' 

"Because I am moving soon." Why, why did I have to move?

"Well, I can visit you." He seemed to be promsing to me he would.

I shook my head, "No, I am moving to America." He looked away, and pulled his arm off of me. I wanted to put his arm back around me and hug him and....

"J-John?" He stood as I spoke. I quickly follow him, standing on my grey shoes.

"I got to go." John began to walk towards the street and I raced after him.

"Please."I begged him, "Don't go." He was so sweet to me, I didn't want him to leave.

"Have fun in America." He got to the exit of the park and began to walk the opposite direction of my house. I shook my head, causing my hair to shake back and forth, hitting my face multiple times.

Then I just screw everything I was for, raced up to John and turned him around. We were about the same height, me being tall for my age. I looked into those green eyes, memorizing them. He was wondering what I thinking.

Then I pushed my young lips against his. My first kiss ever. He was obviously surprised about this. I was too. I hate boys, but this one. This one was being sweet. I pulled away after a few seconds, and plus I need to breathe.

"What was that for?" He asked me.

"I just wanted something to remember you by." I answered, not sure if that was the real answer, "I'm sorry." I turned and began down the sidewalk again. I didn't turn back to see if John followed me or not. Did I care? Yes. Did I want to care? No. But I felt a hand on my shoulder,and it turned me around. And I smiled at John. He took my hand and we walked together.

"We can be together for the time we have." I smiled and clutched he's hand tight. John's words made me happy.

"Do you want to come over for dinner at my house?" I asked, wanting him to say yes.

"Yeah, I think I can." He tapped his chin with his finger, "Can I call her when we get to your house?"

"I think you can." Was my answer. He nodded. He kissed my cheek, causing me to blush. I place me hand on my cheek. It felt good to be liked by a boy.