I Don't Understand
Alrighty Than
Monday, 6/15/10
I'm sitting next to Damian eyeing this stranger as I shake his hand. He is attractive, but I'm not interested. He's taller than me, and has these floppy brunette curls. But I've always liked short hair on guys. Just personal preference. He hasn't got the buffest body, but he definitely isn't a twig. There's some definition. His eyes, though. His eyes.
Than Damian stands up, thus breaking the handshake. "C'mon" and dives in. I stand up to dive in after him, but I can feel Harry's eyes on me. *splash* and I'm underwater for a few moments. I come up for air and just sit there treading water. My little sisters get out of the pool and go over to do sidewalk chalk. Damian surfaces besides me, and we exchange a glance. He asks me a question with his eyes, and I nod, smiling widely. Harry dives in. Time to show off our little pool-party trick. "Hey, Hazza!" Hazza? "Watch this! Ready, Lina?" "It's Daisy!" But I nod. Damian takes a deep breath and dives under, swimming to the bottom. I count to five, than extend my feet until I feel Damian's shoulders underneath them. Than he pushes to standing underwater, so the water comes up to my knees. I grab my foot, pulling it behind me and over my head, into a gymnastics pose called the Scorpion. I hold that for ten seconds, than let go of my foot and do a backflip into the pool water behind me, taking a deep breath and swimming down to tap Damian on the shoulder. He swims up to stand on my shoulders. He doesn't feel heavy from underwater. I can't see, but this is the part where he stands on his hands, on my shoulders for ten seconds, and than I reach up. Than he grabs my hands and flips underwater, switching our places, so I'm standing on my hands above water, supported by his extended hands. Than I flip off and Damian swims up. My sister's stop their sidewalk chalk and clap, laughing. When we look at Harry, he seems a little dazed. "Did you guys take gymnastics?" "Lina does allot of gymnastics' related sports. I took gymnastics until I was fourteen, but back home I had started teaching the youngest class." Harry looks impressed. We all swim over to the step again. I climb out of the pool and start to dry myself off. I don't know what to think of this Harry fellow. Hah. I just said fellow. I sat down on the lawn chair and pulled on my coverup, ruffling my hair with the towel and than absentmindedly fishtail braiding it while I watched the boys race back and forth across the pool. Weirdos. Wonder how Dan met Hazza. Wait, Hazza? Now I'm saying it. Oh brother. Speaking of brother, Damian comes out first in the race, I don't know how many laps though. They climb out of the pool and high-five, than walk into the house. So I have the yard to myself? Yes!!! I walk over to the pool and sit down on the edge, dangling my legs in. I kind of drift into my own little world, reconsidering pets. Than I turn around as Dan and Harry drift back out to the patio, laughing loudly and carrying a pizza box with them. Wait. Hold up. There's Pizza.
I get up and run over, opening the pizza box and reaching for a slice of the hot sausage-onion pizza. Yum. But than Damian shuts the box on my hand. "'Scuze me, did you pay for this?" I pout. Grumpy. "I will." "Sure you will." "She will" Interjects Harry. Weird. Damian sighs and opens the box. I grab a piece, and than stick it in my mouth. Than I grab another. Harry yells "Hey!!" and takes the piece from my mouth, than stuffs it into his. Ummm... Both Damian and I raise our eyebrows. "Man you just contracted the weirdest case of cooties ever." Damian states, than cracks up. Harry shrugs his shoulders and goes over to sit on my lawn chair, taking a big bite of my piece of pizza. Wow. My chair, my pizza. I avoid him, and go back to the edge of the pool to finish my remaining slice. It's weirdly silent behind me, but than again they're probably busy stuffing their faces. I was just eating the last bite when the two boys creep up behind me, I knew because the sun cast their shadows onto the water. I stood up, trying to walk away before I got pushed in or something. Than I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my ribcage and toss me into the middle of the pool. Needless to say, I screamed. I turned around, treading water, and glared at both of them. Harry tried not to smile, and pointed at Damian, who yells "You just paid for your pizza!" Harry gave him a high-five, than stepped a few feet back to get a running start. He started running, and I started screaming and swimming as fast as I could. Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh nooooooooooooooo. I gave up and dove underwater. I'm too young to die. He was coming too fast. He cannonballed right on top of me, and pushed us both to the bottom. He knocked the air bubbles out of me, and I watched them float upwards for a moment before swimming back up to the surface where Damian and Harry were already laughing on the second step. I swam up behind Harry silently and took a deep breath, than quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, and stopped swimming. Now he was the one sinking to the bottom. When he was sufficiently low enough I let him go and stood on top of him. Revenge is sweet. The pool is deep, so we were both still under water. But he started swimming along the ground, and than angled up. Oh dear. Harry shot straight up, out of the water and I squealed, falling backwards and back in. Darnit. It's not revenge if they win. So I decide to pretend I was injured and just lie there at the bottom of the pool and count the seconds until I'm 'rescued'. My lungs feel like they're about to burst, so I make a gamble and let all the air out of them. Within five more seconds, I'm being carried to the surface. Yesss I win. I let some water into my mouth and nose, and wait. My lungs are burning from the lack of air. Whomever picked me off the bottom carried me onto shore, and than I guess it must have been Harry because I hear Dan yelling "What have you done?!" even better. Harry doesn't answer, just starts performing the heimlich maneuver while I'm lying down. Wow that hurts. So I start actually coughing, and the water comes out of my mouth and nose. I sit up, grateful for the air, and see two very worried green eyes. "I am so sorry, Angelina! I didn't mean it!" and he says some other things that I don't bother to listen to as Damian hugs me close for a few seconds. For a minute, I almost wish I would tell them I was faking. But no. Than Damian speaks up. He sounds tired, and I feel sorry for worrying him. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad, okay? I'm so glad you're alright. Did you get hit on the head?" "No, just got the wind knocked out of me." and I glared at Harry. He started off again on how sorry he was, and this time I believed him. I felt bad again for pretending, but my pride took over and I refused to tell him. My hair was knotted, my coverup was plastered to my bathing suit, and I was breathing heavily from my moments as an actress. But at least I knew that Harry can be a nice guy. I waved off his worries and pulled off my soaked coverup, than wrapped my towel around myself and walked inside. Mom and Dad were in the living room looking at the baby's folder and some other paperwork, so Mom stopped me as I began to walk upstairs. ""Angelina, we're having our neighbors over for dinner tonight. That Harry boy's family? They'll be here in around two hours." I nodded, than went upstairs. I went into my room, and riffled through my closet until I found an outfit I liked, and carried it to the bathroom. I looked in the linen closet for a towel, and found a neat stack of them. I pulled the one off the top, and than took it upon me to figure out how the shower works. The nozzle was kind of fancy, and there were three different knobs to turn. I am so lost. But I mean, I figured it out eventually.
I started the water to take a shower. We'll see how this neighbor dinner goes.
I'm sitting next to Damian eyeing this stranger as I shake his hand. He is attractive, but I'm not interested. He's taller than me, and has these floppy brunette curls. But I've always liked short hair on guys. Just personal preference. He hasn't got the buffest body, but he definitely isn't a twig. There's some definition. His eyes, though. His eyes.
Than Damian stands up, thus breaking the handshake. "C'mon" and dives in. I stand up to dive in after him, but I can feel Harry's eyes on me. *splash* and I'm underwater for a few moments. I come up for air and just sit there treading water. My little sisters get out of the pool and go over to do sidewalk chalk. Damian surfaces besides me, and we exchange a glance. He asks me a question with his eyes, and I nod, smiling widely. Harry dives in. Time to show off our little pool-party trick. "Hey, Hazza!" Hazza? "Watch this! Ready, Lina?" "It's Daisy!" But I nod. Damian takes a deep breath and dives under, swimming to the bottom. I count to five, than extend my feet until I feel Damian's shoulders underneath them. Than he pushes to standing underwater, so the water comes up to my knees. I grab my foot, pulling it behind me and over my head, into a gymnastics pose called the Scorpion. I hold that for ten seconds, than let go of my foot and do a backflip into the pool water behind me, taking a deep breath and swimming down to tap Damian on the shoulder. He swims up to stand on my shoulders. He doesn't feel heavy from underwater. I can't see, but this is the part where he stands on his hands, on my shoulders for ten seconds, and than I reach up. Than he grabs my hands and flips underwater, switching our places, so I'm standing on my hands above water, supported by his extended hands. Than I flip off and Damian swims up. My sister's stop their sidewalk chalk and clap, laughing. When we look at Harry, he seems a little dazed. "Did you guys take gymnastics?" "Lina does allot of gymnastics' related sports. I took gymnastics until I was fourteen, but back home I had started teaching the youngest class." Harry looks impressed. We all swim over to the step again. I climb out of the pool and start to dry myself off. I don't know what to think of this Harry fellow. Hah. I just said fellow. I sat down on the lawn chair and pulled on my coverup, ruffling my hair with the towel and than absentmindedly fishtail braiding it while I watched the boys race back and forth across the pool. Weirdos. Wonder how Dan met Hazza. Wait, Hazza? Now I'm saying it. Oh brother. Speaking of brother, Damian comes out first in the race, I don't know how many laps though. They climb out of the pool and high-five, than walk into the house. So I have the yard to myself? Yes!!! I walk over to the pool and sit down on the edge, dangling my legs in. I kind of drift into my own little world, reconsidering pets. Than I turn around as Dan and Harry drift back out to the patio, laughing loudly and carrying a pizza box with them. Wait. Hold up. There's Pizza.
I get up and run over, opening the pizza box and reaching for a slice of the hot sausage-onion pizza. Yum. But than Damian shuts the box on my hand. "'Scuze me, did you pay for this?" I pout. Grumpy. "I will." "Sure you will." "She will" Interjects Harry. Weird. Damian sighs and opens the box. I grab a piece, and than stick it in my mouth. Than I grab another. Harry yells "Hey!!" and takes the piece from my mouth, than stuffs it into his. Ummm... Both Damian and I raise our eyebrows. "Man you just contracted the weirdest case of cooties ever." Damian states, than cracks up. Harry shrugs his shoulders and goes over to sit on my lawn chair, taking a big bite of my piece of pizza. Wow. My chair, my pizza. I avoid him, and go back to the edge of the pool to finish my remaining slice. It's weirdly silent behind me, but than again they're probably busy stuffing their faces. I was just eating the last bite when the two boys creep up behind me, I knew because the sun cast their shadows onto the water. I stood up, trying to walk away before I got pushed in or something. Than I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my ribcage and toss me into the middle of the pool. Needless to say, I screamed. I turned around, treading water, and glared at both of them. Harry tried not to smile, and pointed at Damian, who yells "You just paid for your pizza!" Harry gave him a high-five, than stepped a few feet back to get a running start. He started running, and I started screaming and swimming as fast as I could. Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh nooooooooooooooo. I gave up and dove underwater. I'm too young to die. He was coming too fast. He cannonballed right on top of me, and pushed us both to the bottom. He knocked the air bubbles out of me, and I watched them float upwards for a moment before swimming back up to the surface where Damian and Harry were already laughing on the second step. I swam up behind Harry silently and took a deep breath, than quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, and stopped swimming. Now he was the one sinking to the bottom. When he was sufficiently low enough I let him go and stood on top of him. Revenge is sweet. The pool is deep, so we were both still under water. But he started swimming along the ground, and than angled up. Oh dear. Harry shot straight up, out of the water and I squealed, falling backwards and back in. Darnit. It's not revenge if they win. So I decide to pretend I was injured and just lie there at the bottom of the pool and count the seconds until I'm 'rescued'. My lungs feel like they're about to burst, so I make a gamble and let all the air out of them. Within five more seconds, I'm being carried to the surface. Yesss I win. I let some water into my mouth and nose, and wait. My lungs are burning from the lack of air. Whomever picked me off the bottom carried me onto shore, and than I guess it must have been Harry because I hear Dan yelling "What have you done?!" even better. Harry doesn't answer, just starts performing the heimlich maneuver while I'm lying down. Wow that hurts. So I start actually coughing, and the water comes out of my mouth and nose. I sit up, grateful for the air, and see two very worried green eyes. "I am so sorry, Angelina! I didn't mean it!" and he says some other things that I don't bother to listen to as Damian hugs me close for a few seconds. For a minute, I almost wish I would tell them I was faking. But no. Than Damian speaks up. He sounds tired, and I feel sorry for worrying him. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad, okay? I'm so glad you're alright. Did you get hit on the head?" "No, just got the wind knocked out of me." and I glared at Harry. He started off again on how sorry he was, and this time I believed him. I felt bad again for pretending, but my pride took over and I refused to tell him. My hair was knotted, my coverup was plastered to my bathing suit, and I was breathing heavily from my moments as an actress. But at least I knew that Harry can be a nice guy. I waved off his worries and pulled off my soaked coverup, than wrapped my towel around myself and walked inside. Mom and Dad were in the living room looking at the baby's folder and some other paperwork, so Mom stopped me as I began to walk upstairs. ""Angelina, we're having our neighbors over for dinner tonight. That Harry boy's family? They'll be here in around two hours." I nodded, than went upstairs. I went into my room, and riffled through my closet until I found an outfit I liked, and carried it to the bathroom. I looked in the linen closet for a towel, and found a neat stack of them. I pulled the one off the top, and than took it upon me to figure out how the shower works. The nozzle was kind of fancy, and there were three different knobs to turn. I am so lost. But I mean, I figured it out eventually.
I started the water to take a shower. We'll see how this neighbor dinner goes.
Notes
What do you think? I won't be able to update tomorrow, so I did two chapters today. And I know my chapters are short, so I'm sorry for that.
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