Could We Be?

That's a good question...

I'm walking down the hall when Mr. Depp runs up to me and grabs my hand. It feels even better than from in my dreams. I turn around a little afraid he is going to get me in trouble. Mr. Depp: Hey, I finished your book, and your new poems. Erica: Really? That's great, I just hope you don't feel different of me. He looks at me. It's a look I've never seen before. I think I'm just imagining things but it looks like he wants to kiss me. I feel so warm, embraced, I feel safe, then I realize why, we're still holding hands. I softly pull back and he tightens his hand a little but still lets me go. Mr. Depp: Uh... I was wondering if I could come by and drop off your notebooks at your house because I left them at home, plus I'll keep forgetting to bring them to school like I've been doing. Erica: That's fine... umm, I don't feel like getting a piece of paper out, can I just write my address on your arm? I laugh my cute bubbly laugh.

He grins from ear to ear saying sure. I pull my pen out and grab his arm. It's so big and stiff compared to mine. I pull his sleeve up and I can see his veins connect to the veins on his hands. Sexy, I love that in a man for what ever reason, ugh what am I saying. I write down the address and my number just in case he gets lost or something. He thanks me and tells me he should be around the house at 8 which is perfect because it's Friday night which means, my mom will be out on a date.

-8:02-

I'm watching a movie while baking homemade cookies when I hear the doorbell. I completely forgot he was coming. I'm now in my Grumpy shirt and Mickey Mouse boxers with my hair in a high pony tail, my bangs in the front and thick strands of hair on each side of my head that I've tucked behind my ears, how embarrassing. I open the door and Mr. Depp immediately, takes a deep breath. Mr. Depp: Are those Chocolate Chip Cookies I smell? Erica: Yeah I just got done making them, do you want some? Mr. Depp: Sure I'd love one. I go to hand him a cookie thinking how odd he is but laughing on the inside and once when he takes a bite he looks like he just had an orgasm and I just die laughing. Mr. Depp: What's so funny? He says still eating the cookie, mouth full. Erica: Nothing. I can't help but smile. Mr. Depp: Oh here are your notebooks. I put surprises in there. Erica: What kind? Mr. Depp: The kind that you have to find out about... can I have another cookie? Erica: In the kitchen. I point towards the direction the kitchen's in.

I open the first page, then the second, third, and I flip through all the pages. He left comments at the end of every poem. As he's eating cookies on the couch watching me read, I have the biggest smile on my face, he made amazing comments, some, very personal. I feel like we're one for some reason. Erica: Thanks Mr. Depp, for everything,  for all the comments. I feel bad that I didn't do anything special like that for you. Mr. Depp: Please, outside of school call me either John or Johnny or even J. He's still eating cookies and I can tell he's having a blast with them, so that in itself is a great compliment. Erica: Ok, I whisper, Johnny.

Johnny: What movie are you watching? Erica: Joshua. Johnny: Ooo, I love this movie. Erica: It just started... do you want to watch it with me? Johnny: Sure. By the way, where's your mom? Erica: On a date, she won't be back for a while. Johnny: Oh. He bobs his head like that's a good thing. We watch the movie and after we talk. We talk about what we felt on each others poems and what motivated us. Johnny: So what inspired Loving The Superior, I mean I just love how you capture yourself as just a loving peasant while The Superior doesn't even notice your hair color as he brushes it, I mean it's like, that's how much he doesn't see you. Did someone you like inspire that? Cause I could tell. I just want to know who. He leans forward, all ears, a little too interested.

Erica: Yes it's about someone. Johnny: It's QT isn't it? I could tell you two had something going on. I laugh hysterically. Erica: No, me and him are just friends, I see him as my brother. Johnny: Well... you should be careful then, because he likes you. I just look at him like yeah right sure he does. Johnny sighs and says: Well, I should get going, I have to get up and go running in the morning. So that's how he stays fit, I think to myself. Erica: Well thanks for coming by, I get up and we walk towards the door. I open it, lean forward like I always do and he takes two steps while I say: Oh and another thing. He turns around and is facing face to face with me... a little too closely. Johnny: Yes? He says smiling then unsmiling. Erica: I forgot. I smile embarrassed. Johnny: It's ok I do that too. We stand there, avoiding eye contact on purpose.

Johnny: Soo, thanks for the cookies and I'll see you Monday. He says this in a low voice, he has to because he's so close to me, the way he's looking down at me, makes me want him to kiss me. I get this strong feeling he wants to too. I keep playing his strangely seductive words in my head over and over again. I'm innocently looking up at him while he's still looking at me. I smile and say: Good night. He looks away and says good night. He walks away and I close the door. I turn the light off and now it's dark. I start to head to my room thinking about what could have happened. My thoughts are interrupted when the doorbell rings. It's most likely my mom, she never uses her key... when she's drunk.