“Holy- Omi Gosh!” I screamed and did my little freak
out spaz.
Coughing, Tony got to his feet. "Hey, I didn't mean to scare
you, but I...kinda...” He paused.
"My hair is going gray over here. O, look I think
that's another age wrinkle popping“ Tony laughed, but he
still seemed nervous. “God, just spit it
out”
“I
don’t' know... I just wanted to talk to you some more. You
seemed like fun to hang out with.”
“OK,
then just say that,” I said smiling.
"Are you OK? get any boo boos?"
"Haha no. I'm good."
"That's good than one scrape up your arm
will heal in no time" He looked at it. It wasn't that long
or deep, but it bleed alot.
"Yup. I'll be fine." His shirt was
getting soaked, so he took his t-shirt off. Under it was white
wife beater. And under that were abs. Eight of them. I let myself
stare for one second before I snapped back to reality.
I picked up the bike that he had crashed into a tree and looked
it over. “I think that you broke your brake. I have my dad
fix it.”
“You know about
bikes?”
”Not really. My dad does
and I used to watch him when I was little and I still do when I
have time. It's not like I know anything about cars or
motorcycles”
“Oh. Well what are you
into?”
“The usual. Soccer.
Beating my brother in running races. Music. I love everything.
What about you?”
“Eh, nothing special... I
do know about motorcycles
and I'm in band” O. My. God. I'm not usually a full out
teenage girl but a 10 on the hot scale, in a band. In. A.
Band.
“O, that sounds
really cool. What kind of band? Like pop, rock, heavy
metal…” My mind pleaded to
say-
“Alt.
Rock” he said casually. I don’t think he realized
that I was basically drooling.
“Wow. Really?
That’s my favorite genre. And no, I’m not some
desperate girl lying to look good.”
“Are you sure
your not lying? I think I’m going to have to quiz
you.”