I was only 16 at the time, but I felt like he was my perfect match and that we were going to be together forever. I didn’t even know if he felt the same way back. Teenagers are quite silly and irrational creatures.
Strawberry Sweets and Chocolate Syrup, best friends since childhood. Who would have ever guessed our lives would take dramatic turns, for better and for worse? He and I were as thick as thieves for the better part of our school years. I don’t know when I became attracted to him, or what caused me to become attracted, but randomly, thoughts would pop into my head of us dating and kissing and getting married and starting a family. I was only 16 at the time, but I felt like he was my perfect match and that we were going to be together forever. I didn’t even know if he felt the same way back. Teenagers are quite silly and irrational creatures.
The day everything changed was no different. It was a warm summer day, perfect temperature if you will, and Chocolate and I were sitting on the swing-set at an abandoned house. No the house wasn’t creepy abandoned, because it was in the heart of Apple Pie Planes. Just nobody lived there and nobody minded a few teenagers hanging around the house. You think that people would be more cautious as to letting teenagers roam freely in a house with no supervision, but who knows? Apple Pie Planes has a strange outlook on life. Like everybody is too goody-two shoes and cookie cutter perfect to do anything bad… which in a way, Chocolate and I were.
But back to my story. It was a perfect, lazy summer day when my life took its first crazy turn. Chocolate and I were hanging out on the swing-set at the abandoned house that had become our official hang out spot. This was as every day pretty much, nothing unusual. I guess I was just feeling adventurous though, and I got up out of my swing, walked over to Chocolate, pulled him up, and…
The day everything changed was no different. It was a warm summer day, perfect temperature if you will, and Chocolate and I were sitting on the swing-set at an abandoned house. No the house wasn’t creepy abandoned, because it was in the heart of Apple Pie Planes. Just nobody lived there and nobody minded a few teenagers hanging around the house. You think that people would be more cautious as to letting teenagers roam freely in a house with no supervision, but who knows? Apple Pie Planes has a strange outlook on life. Like everybody is too goody-two shoes and cookie cutter perfect to do anything bad… which in a way, Chocolate and I were.
But back to my story. It was a perfect, lazy summer day when my life took its first crazy turn. Chocolate and I were hanging out on the swing-set at the abandoned house that had become our official hang out spot. This was as every day pretty much, nothing unusual. I guess I was just feeling adventurous though, and I got up out of my swing, walked over to Chocolate, pulled him up, and…
kissed him. Dead set on those lips, and for a moment everything in my life seemed absolutely and utterly perfect. The entire world melted away and it was just me and Chocolate, like it should be. Everything you have ever heard about a first kiss with someone, the symphony, the fireworks, the smell of roses, it all came together in that moment and I felt like I could’ve died right then and there and I still would’ve been the happiest person on the planet. That is, until a few seconds later when he broke the kiss.
“What are you doing Strawberry?”
“I… uh… I don’t know… I’m sorry!” I floundered. It wasn't supposed to turn out that way. We were supposed to kiss and be happy like every couple in every romance novel and chick-flick I had ever come across in my short 16 years of life. He wasn't supposed to ask me what I was doing! But he continued.
“Why did you kiss me? You don’t like me do you? Wait, you do like me! Why would you have kissed me?” (he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed). He rambled on and on, and after a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I ran home on that sunny afternoon, locked myself in my basement bedroom, and bawled. Out of embarrassment of what I did, disappointed that the was shocked, and most of all, out of pain that the one guy I had ever loved ripped my heart out and stomped it into the dust.
“What are you doing Strawberry?”
“I… uh… I don’t know… I’m sorry!” I floundered. It wasn't supposed to turn out that way. We were supposed to kiss and be happy like every couple in every romance novel and chick-flick I had ever come across in my short 16 years of life. He wasn't supposed to ask me what I was doing! But he continued.
“Why did you kiss me? You don’t like me do you? Wait, you do like me! Why would you have kissed me?” (he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed). He rambled on and on, and after a few minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I ran home on that sunny afternoon, locked myself in my basement bedroom, and bawled. Out of embarrassment of what I did, disappointed that the was shocked, and most of all, out of pain that the one guy I had ever loved ripped my heart out and stomped it into the dust.
For the next week Chocolate blew up my phone. It rang with his ringtone every ten minutes. I got so sick of hearing the stupid “ring…Ring….RING…RINGRINGRING!!!” that he insisted be his special tone that I just turned off my phone.
I was a heartbroken teenage girl and I just wanted to wallow in self-pity. I was done with life. I had even contemplated ending my life to end the pain, but I quickly retracted the idea. Boys are not something to kill yourself over. I did visit the local bar though. Everybody knew they didn't card there and that is where all the older looking teenagers went to get juice. Apple Pie Planes really is too trusting now that I think back…
So my young teenage self walked over to the bar and ordered a green concoction, which on the menu was dubbed as “EXTREMELY POTENT”. Exactly what I needed. The drink definitely had some hard liquor in it. I could smell it a mile away. It probably wasn't a good idea to drink it, but I didn't care, I wanted to be wasted and gone.
I was a heartbroken teenage girl and I just wanted to wallow in self-pity. I was done with life. I had even contemplated ending my life to end the pain, but I quickly retracted the idea. Boys are not something to kill yourself over. I did visit the local bar though. Everybody knew they didn't card there and that is where all the older looking teenagers went to get juice. Apple Pie Planes really is too trusting now that I think back…
So my young teenage self walked over to the bar and ordered a green concoction, which on the menu was dubbed as “EXTREMELY POTENT”. Exactly what I needed. The drink definitely had some hard liquor in it. I could smell it a mile away. It probably wasn't a good idea to drink it, but I didn't care, I wanted to be wasted and gone.
“You know, extremely potent drinks probably shouldn't be drunk by young, beautifully ladies, especially when the young lady is drinking illegally…”
I heard an Australian voice say. I looked at the yellow berry it came from. He looked to be about 18, drinking age. He raised his hand for a drink. I still didn't want an adult telling me what to do, even if that one was only a few years older than me and extremely attractive.
“I have no care to what you say. I can drink a drink if I want to.”
To enunciate my point further, I took a large swig of my drink and tried not to cringe at the strong taste of the drink. I guess I still showed some sign of disgust though because the man laughed at me.
“Miss… I would highly advise you to stop the drinking. You are not going to enjoy the consequences of that drink, trust me.”
“Why should I trust you, I just met you! I don’t even know your name or anything about you!”
“Alright, my name is Cloud Marja, I just finished school, I am 18, and as you can probably tell, I’m from Australia. I moved to Apple Pie Planes before my freshman year in high school. And you?”
“Strawberry Sweets, junior, 16, Apple Pie Planes born and raised.”
“I see you still don’t like me Ms. Sweets?”
“No.”
“Well, let’s introduce ourselves further! Come dance with me.” He then proceeded to pull me out of my chair and made me dance.
I heard an Australian voice say. I looked at the yellow berry it came from. He looked to be about 18, drinking age. He raised his hand for a drink. I still didn't want an adult telling me what to do, even if that one was only a few years older than me and extremely attractive.
“I have no care to what you say. I can drink a drink if I want to.”
To enunciate my point further, I took a large swig of my drink and tried not to cringe at the strong taste of the drink. I guess I still showed some sign of disgust though because the man laughed at me.
“Miss… I would highly advise you to stop the drinking. You are not going to enjoy the consequences of that drink, trust me.”
“Why should I trust you, I just met you! I don’t even know your name or anything about you!”
“Alright, my name is Cloud Marja, I just finished school, I am 18, and as you can probably tell, I’m from Australia. I moved to Apple Pie Planes before my freshman year in high school. And you?”
“Strawberry Sweets, junior, 16, Apple Pie Planes born and raised.”
“I see you still don’t like me Ms. Sweets?”
“No.”
“Well, let’s introduce ourselves further! Come dance with me.” He then proceeded to pull me out of my chair and made me dance.