from a boy's perspective. So, there's this new girl across the street. Mom was like, "oh honey! that awful old house isn't abandoned anymore! A family named 'the Hickory family' moved in! go and say hi! they have a child your age, i hear!" that's just how mom is, that's just her personality. I know, it sucks to be 11 and live with her. Talk about embarrassment! So, mom gave me some extra girly stuff that she stuffed into a gift basket. When Mom said "a child your age", i assumed she meant a BOY child my age. So, i brought my baseball bat and baseball, hoping they like to play baseball like me. So I knock on the door right, and this 11 year old GIRL opens the door. I was like, "eew". she saw me and instantly frowned. This was no surprise to me, i mean, most girls did. "You a fag?" Confused and astonished my her philly accent (we lived in Ohio), i said, "A what?" She rolled her eyes and chewed her gum extra loud. "You know, do you...like boys?" "NO! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!" i said, a little hurt. She raised her eyebrow. "You come to my house with a real wide grin and a basket full of fruits and body lotion." "True." She takes the basket and disappears into the house then comes back out and rests her eyes on my baseball and bat. "What's that's for?" "Oh, um...I didn't know if you played baseball, so.." "Hold that thought." she said, interrupting. She disappears again then reappears in some shorts and a gray t-shirt and her hair in a ponytail. (she had long curly hair, about down to the middle of her back, brown eyes, caramel skin and real freckles.) "Let's play." I was so shocked. "What? You wanna play me in baseball? A girl?!" She rolls her eyes. "No, of course not. I'm challenging you." By the end of the day it's 5:00 pm, and it's raining.Me and Nova(the girl's name) are laughing and talking. "Hey, you're pretty good for a girl." "You're pretty good for a wimp." "Ha-ha, very funny." I laugh. "Hey!" Nova's face lights up. "Let's play I-spy!" She says. "Ok." I say. "me first. I spy with my little eye something blond." "Blond?" I think. "Nothing out here is---" It was like a light bulb flashed above my head. "My hair!" I yell. Nova laughs and nodded. "Your turn." Hmmm.... this may be my chance. I think. I kinda like Nova, she's pretty, smart, and fun to be around. Not to mention she's the only girl i know who can beat me at baseball. Maybe, if i flirt with her through this game, she'll kiss me or ask to be my girl.(at the time, i wasn't to good at flirting, but what happened changed my life). "I spy, with my little eye..something beautiful." Nova points at the sunset above us. "The sunset?" I shake my head, kinda regreting my choice of smooth talk. "The clouds? the smell of rain? that girl's hair over there?" Nova asks. "Nope!" Nova sighs. "I give up. Tell me." "You." First Nova processes the information in her head. Then she looks at me, then she puts a confused expression on her face. She's taking too long to respond, so I take her by the hand and lead her to the park's bench. It's soaking wet from the rain, but we don't care. I remove all of her wet, hair(it's now wavy from the rain) from her face and lean forward. To my surprise, she leans in, too. Then, our lips touch and sends and electric wave down both of our spines. She breaks the kiss after 10 long seconds and runs her hands through my hair. Then her arms found it's way around my neck and she pulls me closer and kissed me again. PART TWO COMING SOON.
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i think 11 is to young to make into a romantic story. you should make the boy like 14,15, or maybe 16, and have the story be from the boy's P.O.V and the girl's.
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