Ashley Brown
Matt Thomas
Language Arts 9
Due: 3/31/08
First Crush
Everyone’s had a first crush. Whether it was in kindergarten or middle school you’ve had one. Mine was in the fourth grade, and his name was Nick. He lived in my neighborhood and went to my school. We were friends, but not even really good friends. I don’t really know why I liked him in the first place, but I still did.
We rode the bus together and I normally sat behind him with my best-friend-forever, Vanessa. The day I told her that I liked him she said that she liked his best friend, George, sitting in front of us too, and she wanted me to talk to him so that she could talk to his friend. I freaked out, and said that I didn’t want to. We fought about me going to talk to him, and me not wanting to until we got to school and finally she pushed me into him. I said hi and he said hi back, then I walked, well ran away. That was the first time that I was really, really, really nervous around him. I had horrible butterflies at lunch when I saw him, and on the ride home I made Vanessa sit further back with me. For the next few days I kept trying to talk to him, but everything single time I tried I just got to nervous and couldn’t think of what to say, so most of the time we sat smiling awkwardly at each other. Then one day I told Vanessa to go sit without me and I decided to talk to him. I walked up to him and he was sitting alone, because George was sick, and I told him that I like him, and that I thought he was nice and stuff like that. And on the ride home I sat next to him and we held hands. I think Shakespeare said best what I was thinking that afternoon. “O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do” (act one, scene).
The next day it was raining all day, really hard, so we didn’t go outside for recess like normal so I thought a lot about what had happened the day before. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what had happened the day before. I saw him walking to the bus, but I saw something else in front of him, a giant puddle. I was so mad for some reason, I know now I really had no reason to be mad. I think mostly I was just frustrated with myself that I never could find anything to say. I couldn’t even make out the right word for how mad I was. I was fluster and worried and didn’t know what to do. So I stared at the puddle because I was already in front of him. And right when he was walking past the puddle I ran and jumped into it. It splashed everywhere, it was fantastic. He was completely soaked in it. My pants were wet all the up the leg too, but it was ok, the look on his face when got onto the bus. He was shocked and soaked when he took his regular seat next to friend.
When I sat next to Vanessa she looked just as shocked as him and she asked “What was that for?”
And the only words I could find were “He just wouldn’t kiss me.”