The Straight - Edge boy with the Pepsi Tattoo™

This is a story dreamt about. It is about a girl who runs away from England to a place of opportunity, America. But when she gets there things pan out really well. She then crosses paths with a boy but he isn't just a normal ordinary boy, he is special.

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31. The weekend

The weekend starts tonight - Friday night! Tonight is my favourite night of the week, but I'm not going to do much. It takes me half an hour to put Phil's number in to my phone, but at least it registers and I put him as my 'Best Friend' contact. I only have $6 credit so I will wait until it finishes and I start to text Phil.

Conversation via texting:

Me: Hi Phil! It's Alicia, how ya doin?

Phil: Heya! Good thx, u?

Me: Good. R u doin anything at the mo?

Phil: Nope, r u?

Me: Nah. Not rlly, just txting u. Oh ya! Talking and tryin 2 fix alarm :( Not much luck. :S

Phil: Lol. 

Me: Lol 4 u. Not for me who's fixing it!

Phil: Aha. When u finish doing it, what r u gonna do then?

Me: Um, dunno rlly. WHOOPS!

Phil: WAT'S THAT NOISE?!!?!

Me: I think it works? 

Phil: Yeah! It definitely works...

Me: Soz! Gonna turn it off.

Phil: You do that.

Me: :) All done

Phil: *sighs*

Me: Lolz. What is ur no for your house phone?

Phil: 1495914483

Me: Thx! I am digging around to find my phone charger! Argh, can't find it.

My battery on my phone dies and I shout "G-R-8!!!!!" I quickly pounce on my house phone and dial his house.

"Hello?" says the voice of Phil.

"I knew my phone battery was about to die and it just did so I have rung you just now, it is Alicia," I reply.

"Oh, hey! ...get off me Jo! Give me my phone back!" he yells. I know he is not screaming at me, so I wonder who is Jo? 

"Oooh! Who is Alicia? Mom, I think Phil has a girlfriend!" yells this voice that is child-like and coming from a girl. I assume it is his little sister or something. 

"No, Joanne. It is just his friend, who lives next door," explains a more calmer and gentler voice which is most likely to be his mother. 

"Thanks mom,"says Phil in an irritated tone. "Sorry, about that my sister Jo is just so annoying. I left my phone on the table next to me and she grabs it trying to read what is on it and she saw your name."

"Oh don't worry! It's fine, honestly. I was wondering if you'd like to come round my house, that way we can talk properly?" I ask.

"Thanks and yeah! Definitely, when should I come?"

"Now until as long as you can?" I say.

"Ok, I'll be round in two minutes," and the phone is hung up. I can tell he is rushing to get here and I change in to a coral, floaty dress because it is hot and the dress is comfortable. (The reason I have a lot of floaty dresses, is because I think they are so nice and are so soft which I can move around properly in.) 

The doorbell rings and I charge down the stairs, almost tripping but thankfully I don't fall. I then jump to open the door and see him standing there. I smile and hug him, telling him to come in.


We sit down on the couch and the sun really shines out past the through the roofs of houses. Stunning rays of wonder, glory, tinted gold grace the skies. The sky is magenta pink like a flamingo's plumage and lightens towards the horizon. Hast, the the lace pink bejewels the sky and reveals the horizon pitch perfect. It is romantic and intimacy is in the air.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Asks Phil.

"I just wanted to talk about us," I say a little nervously. "Don't worry! It's nothing serious."

"Oh, ok. So, what about us?" he says calmly.

"I just want to first of all say thank you. You have just been so great and welcomed me in the nicest way. You are so sweet and I couldn't have asked for a better guy than you. Once I wished that I would meet someone who would be special and never betray me, someone loyal like no other. I have a feeling that you are different from the rest. You are so special to me, a friend so precious that I have never known of someone like you. You are one in a thousand lifetimes," I say very slowly and meaningfully.

"Wow, I'm not that great I'd say. Alicia, you are even more special to me. You are my bestest friend I have and no matter what happens. Whatever situation you face, I will always be there," he pauses and I gaze at him in awe. 

"Phil, you have been so good to me and I don't even deserve it, you are more than just my best friend,"

"Then what am I?" he questions me.

"You...are...," and a tear drops from the corner of my eye. "Perfect!" I sob. He wraps his arms around me and I bury my head in his chest. I tearfully grasp his shirt and squeeze him tightly. "Never leave me," I shout inconsolably.

"Don't worry, I'll never leave you. I couldn't because you are too precious to ever leave. It would kill me if you were ever to be out of my life," he whispers to me. I lift my head and he wipes a tear away. I stroke his face gently with my hand and his eyes are fixed to mine. He takes my hand and holds it tenderly. He then raises my hand and softly kisses it. My eyes widen and I am shocked. For a moment I just freeze and fix a stare at his lips. Our eyes meet and I move closer, our faces not that far apart. I start to smile slowly which then turns into a huge grin and put my arms round his neck. I wish right now I could kiss him, but we are just best friends and I haven't known him for long and I want to take things slowly. He smiles at me and I have to force myself to just pull him close and settle... for a hug. 

The time has passed so quickly and now is the time he must go so I bid him farewell. He walks out the door and says "Goodbye." But then turns  around with a rainbow gleam in his eyes. They completely told me that he knew that we almost had a moment and I wave. There is nothing more to say, we could be in love. Or could we? Maybe one day we might actually be a couple and everything could possibly change. I am staring out of the door, even though he is gone, I feel frozen and trapped in ice. I have just been love struck.

 

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