A boy to talk to

        "Hello", I said. I was talking to a short boy, about my hieght, with the most beautiful white hair I'd ever seen. He was a complete stranger, but I loved his hair so much, I just had to say hello. He had brown eyes, and a baby face. You know, the cute puppy dog face that makes girls swoon. He was adorable. I first saw him walking down the hallway of our school, all alone. It was only us in the hallway. I had used a pass to go to my locker, and so there we were. "Um, hi", he said, quietly. " I love your hair. It's so white, and pretty. Do you mind if I touch it, just to see how it feels?" I asked. "Um....Sure, why not". So I took my right hand and stroked his scalp. His hair felt extremely soft. I knew he must have felt awkword, so I stopped. " What's your name?" I asked. " Erick", he said. " That's a nice name", I complimented. "My name is Lydia. Lydia Johnson. Are you new at this school? I've never seen you here before", I said."Yeah. I'm new here. This is my first day", he said. " Well, welcome to Nightingale Jr. High!" I beamed. From that moment on, we were always together. We were like two peas in a pod, me and him. But we were just friends. Until a few weeks after we had met. One day he was in a bad mood. He was having a bad day, so I tried to cheer him up. I told him a few jokes, until I was able to make him laugh. We were at my house, sitting side by side on the porch swing. Before I knew it, he was whispering something in my ear. I could'nt hear what he said. And then, when he was staring into my eyes, I felt my self leaning forward, and I kissed him. He was saprised at first, but then he returned the kiss. It started out as just a calm, quant little kiss. But then, it became emotional. We kept kissing, for the world to see. Then, he pushed my onto my back, laying down on the two-person swing. He kissed me everywhere. On my lips, on my neck, on my forhead. and I kissed him back. For some reason, in the middle of all this, I started crying. as he kissed me, and we kissed eachother, tears of joy ran down my face. We were only making out, but, oh, how I loved it. I put my arms around his neck, and held him as I kissed him. We laid there on the swing,kissing and holding eachother. I don't know how long we were out there, but it seemed like hours, even though it was probably only fifteen minutes. But I cried the whole time. For some reason, I just wanted to cry. I was so happy, I had to cry. When we finally pulled away from eachother, we sat up. " Why are you crying?" he asked. " Because you're such a good kisser", I said.

 

     From then on, we were together. We kissed, and held hands in public. We were'nt just friends. Until that faitful day. It was May 27, his birthday. We were out side, shooting hoops in my drive way. It was so nice out that day. The next thing I knew, he was running into the street, to go fetch the ball that had rolled down there. He grabbed it, and then started to run back over to me. But it was too late. He flew into the air. He hit the gravel, and I remember running over to him. He had been hit by a speeding car. Blood was evewrywhere. The car did'nt even stop. It just kept driving, to some unknown place. I ran to go get help. My mom called 911. Until the ambulence arrived, I stayed by his side. He was in bad shape though. Both of his arms were bleeding. Blood streamed from his mouth. His shirt was torn. One of his shoes was missing. He could'nt speak. He was having a hard time breathing. He was on his back. I held his hand, and prayed he would be alright. When the ambulence came, they Put him on a stretcher. I rode in the ambulence with him. He went to the emergency room, and I was forced to stay in the waiting room. A few hours later, a docter came out, and told us he had died. When I heard that, I started sobbing. I did'nt want to believe it. I ran into the room he was in. He layed there, not moving. Not alive. I cried and cried. i buried my face into his lifeless body, and sobbed. I kissed him. But he did not return the kiss. He was dead. I hated that word. Dead. Just a few hours ago, he was smiling and having fun. But now he was dead. I kept sobbing for fifteen more minutes, until they had to pull me away from him. I kicked and screamed, and tried to stay by his side, but they were stronger than me.

I cried for days. Weeks. Months. Years, as it seemed. But I could'nt stop grieving. It hurt too much. I never forgot him after that. He died almost 8 years ago, but I never got over him. Not once. I never forgot our first kiss, or when I first saw his beautiful white hair. I will never stop loving him. Never. I won't let myself stop loving him. He still means the world to me. Even now. I'm 22 years old now, and I'm in college. I stopped playing basketball, ever since that day. I can't even look at the hoop now. If I do, I start crying. He started out as just a boy to talk to, but after that, he became my forever lover. My eternal lover.

Author's Note

It's kinda wierd, but I do like it. What do you think?

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

That is just sad though. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I would have tried to kill myself. I wouldn't be able to move on. I would feel so worthless. I would never be able to love someone again if that happened to me. Sure I lost friends, but they were not my boyfriend. They were my friends and they meant things to me too, but losing a boyfriend would straight up destroy me. Thanks for sharing. :(

[Harley Ann]

I like it. the boy, because of the white of his hair, reminds me of a certain Gerard Way...heh...
The story is a really sweet one. I almost want to reach into the story and comfort the girl. that kind of pain must be hell to live with, and you portrayed it well. only a few spelling and grammar mistakes lol.