Fountain of the Four Rivers
“Hey John!” Josie exclaimed with excitement and gave me a warm hug. I managed a nervous smile. She smiled back at me.
“Hey Josie,” I responded quietly.
“Come upstairs! I’ll show you my room.”
“Is your mum home? Christina, right?”
“She’s working in the office again today, so she’s not home.” Josie smiled brightly.
“Oh okay.” I shifted my feet anxiously on her doorstep.
That was a massive load off my shoulders. I was quite honestly freaking out about meeting Josie’s mum. The way Josie talks about her you would think that she is the worst person in the world! I don’t think she’s as bad as Josie makes her out to be, although she sounds pretty strict. I wonder if she knows I’m even here today.
Josie’s room was …show more content…
Can I touch things? Do I walk around? Do I sit down? I had no idea. I began to think about the situation I had got myself into. I really liked Josie, her long curly hair, olive skin and beautiful brown eyes. They were the most beautiful light brown I had ever seen, like warm chestnuts. I felt as if I could just melt in them. I’ve been really into her for a while now; she’s really attractive, pretty, intelligent and funny. That sounds like a girl I would consider dating. The way she smiles at me makes me want to kiss her ever so softly on her rosy lips. I needed to clear my head, distract myself. Josie had a jewelry box on her bedside table underneath the copy of Dolly Magazine, December 1992. The jewelry box was covered in faux leather, a rich dark coffee hue, with a square gold coloured clasp connecting the two halves together. My mum has one similar, although it was a gift from my father, and it’s Gucci. Ivy reads that magazine, she sometimes reads it out loud to me; the funny parts. I don’t quite understand why girls put that kind of icky stuff in their magazines and who even has the time to write a letter to the office to ask about that weird lump ‘down there’. Just go to a doctor for goodness sake. Slowly and carefully I opened the jewelry box. A smell of musk wafted out and made me feel quite ill. Inside there were heaps of earrings and bangles I had never seen Josie wear. She even had one of those tattoo chokers that every girl seems to be …show more content…
Shifting myself closer to her warm, petite body. In a way I hope what she is going to ask me isn’t petty. I hope she expresses all her emotions to me. Every tiny detail about the thoughts racing around and filling her head. Spills out everything just like the Fountain of the Four Rivers in Rome. Yet in a way I do hope it’s something as silly as a dress so I can tell her how she makes my heart beat so hard, so fast that it feels like it’s going to break out of my chest. The butterflies I feel somewhere I cannot even pinpoint when I she texts me ‘Goodnight John, love you xx’.
“Okay, so there’s this guy on the 431 bus on the way to school that always looks at me and he’s pretty hot. Yesterday he winked at me and I just really want to talk to him. What can I say? I don’t want to be too full on but I don’t want to be too awkward, you feel? I don’t like him, I don’t even know him, I just want him to think I’m cute. Oh and it’s a free dress day on Tuesday, what should I wear? I really want to impress him.” Josie blurted out with a spark in her eyes and jumped up and opened her cupboard to show me all her
“Hey John!” Josie exclaimed with excitement and gave me a warm hug. I managed a nervous smile. She smiled back at me.
“Hey Josie,” I responded quietly.
“Come upstairs! I’ll show you my room.”
“Is your mum home? Christina, right?”
“She’s working in the office again today, so she’s not home.” Josie smiled brightly.
“Oh okay.” I shifted my feet anxiously on her doorstep.
That was a massive load off my shoulders. I was quite honestly freaking out about meeting Josie’s mum. The way Josie talks about her you would think that she is the worst person in the world! I don’t think she’s as bad as Josie makes her out to be, although she sounds pretty strict. I wonder if she knows I’m even here today.
Josie’s room was …show more content…
Can I touch things? Do I walk around? Do I sit down? I had no idea. I began to think about the situation I had got myself into. I really liked Josie, her long curly hair, olive skin and beautiful brown eyes. They were the most beautiful light brown I had ever seen, like warm chestnuts. I felt as if I could just melt in them. I’ve been really into her for a while now; she’s really attractive, pretty, intelligent and funny. That sounds like a girl I would consider dating. The way she smiles at me makes me want to kiss her ever so softly on her rosy lips. I needed to clear my head, distract myself. Josie had a jewelry box on her bedside table underneath the copy of Dolly Magazine, December 1992. The jewelry box was covered in faux leather, a rich dark coffee hue, with a square gold coloured clasp connecting the two halves together. My mum has one similar, although it was a gift from my father, and it’s Gucci. Ivy reads that magazine, she sometimes reads it out loud to me; the funny parts. I don’t quite understand why girls put that kind of icky stuff in their magazines and who even has the time to write a letter to the office to ask about that weird lump ‘down there’. Just go to a doctor for goodness sake. Slowly and carefully I opened the jewelry box. A smell of musk wafted out and made me feel quite ill. Inside there were heaps of earrings and bangles I had never seen Josie wear. She even had one of those tattoo chokers that every girl seems to be …show more content…
Shifting myself closer to her warm, petite body. In a way I hope what she is going to ask me isn’t petty. I hope she expresses all her emotions to me. Every tiny detail about the thoughts racing around and filling her head. Spills out everything just like the Fountain of the Four Rivers in Rome. Yet in a way I do hope it’s something as silly as a dress so I can tell her how she makes my heart beat so hard, so fast that it feels like it’s going to break out of my chest. The butterflies I feel somewhere I cannot even pinpoint when I she texts me ‘Goodnight John, love you xx’.
“Okay, so there’s this guy on the 431 bus on the way to school that always looks at me and he’s pretty hot. Yesterday he winked at me and I just really want to talk to him. What can I say? I don’t want to be too full on but I don’t want to be too awkward, you feel? I don’t like him, I don’t even know him, I just want him to think I’m cute. Oh and it’s a free dress day on Tuesday, what should I wear? I really want to impress him.” Josie blurted out with a spark in her eyes and jumped up and opened her cupboard to show me all her