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It was fairly easy to ditch mass the next day, all I had to do was claim I needed to use the restroom and then get off campus as quickly as I could. Of course, there were certain things I had not thought through, and I felt like an idiot walking down the street in my uniform. I tried to ignore everyone who was staring at me until I reached the park.

Az really wasn’t that hard to find; he didn’t exactly fit in with the Pre-K kids and their drained mothers. I saw him sitting on top of the circular jungle gym from across the park and made my way over to him carefully, trying not to trip or run into anything. He didn’t notice me at first, he was looking down and appeared to be in deep thought, but once I stepped inside and walked right underneath him he snapped out of it and smiled brightly.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked.

I shrugged in reply.

“Not much.” He uncrossed his legs from what the Pre-K kids would have so politically incorrectly called 'sitting Indian style' and carefully lowered himself into an upside down position in front of me. One side of his button-up shirt wasn’t tucked in and so I was able to see a small portion of his stomach and boxers.

Rowr.

He scanned me up and down and laughed.

“Do you always dress like that?”

“Do you always dress like that?” I said, putting my hand on my hip. He folded himself upwards, grabbed the bar, and let himself drop.

“I suppose we should go somewhere you can have fun, too, right?” He smiled out of the side of his mouth and I couldn’t help but return it. We both looked out over the playground and decided the swings were the best place to go.

“So, you never answered my question,” he said once we were settled. “Do you always dress like that?”

I laughed. “No, just for school.” He raised his eyebrow. “I’m ditching.”

“Ah,” he smiled again. “I see.”

“And you never answered my question; do you always dress like that?”

“Yeah, I like the look,” he shrugged.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.” I love how men just answer and women are so uptight about it.

“You’re very mature for a seventeen-year-old, at least, you look it.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, you dress like a professional and then save young girls from old men, but then ask them to meet you at a playground.”

“This is true, you’re very observant, how old are you?”

“Sixteen.” I’m not one of those uptight women.

“You’re very interesting for a sixteen year old.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, from what I’ve seen, you’re very smart, you don’t dress like a slut, I’m guessing, but then you ditch a reform school. Very interesting…” he started to swing back and forth gently. I was wondering if he was being sarcastic or serious with all he was saying, or maybe he was just trying to make conversation. “Why are you in that school, anyhow? Drugs? No, you don’t seem like the drug type.”

“I’m not.” He smiled.

“Premarital sex? Nah, you’re a virgin.”

“How do you know?” I asked with a smirk.

“Are you?”

“Yes, I’m a virgin.”

“So, what is it, why do you go?”

“Other reasons.”

“Like?”

“I might tell you later,” and with that, I started swinging. I didn’t know why, but I felt comfortable with him after that, he wasn’t above me anymore, he wasn’t the cute freak, he was Az and I thought he had a thing for me. Now that I could hide something from him and be the mysterious one, it didn’t feel so unusual to talk to him. We talked about nothing for a little while after that and watched all the little kids play before I realized I had to get back to school. I got off my swing and Azreal got off his almost instantly.

“See you later?” He asked as I was leaving.

“Maybe,” I replied, and smirked as I walked away. I looked back after a few steps and watched Azreal sit back in the swing.

So, what do you think of him now?

I don’t know…

There was another ten minute interval, much like those after school, where the gates were opened so that parents could leave, and I slipped back in.

Yeah, my dialogue sucks...still...it'll improve later, I swear.

Ebony's not schitzophrenic, a lot of my characters either talk to themselves or I voice both sides of their internal argument.

@kirbs: isn't that weird? most guys that i've met really do have a hard time crossing their legs. so weird.

anyhow, i enjoyed this. i would have liked, though, to have been let into the time they actually spent together, you know? this seems like an important moment in their relationship, and it doesn't seem like it should be entirely left out.

and by "different narrators" i meant the different narrators between the story you posted in the main forum and this one.

yeah, things get in the way.. talk2hand Good writing by the way. Love how you did show the two sides of the internal argument. makes for fun reading.

wait wait. i meant "have trouble crossing their legs 'indian style'", not just crossing their legs "rich lady" style.

i don't understand how they have trouble with it. i actually know a guy who just cannot do it at all. that's weird.

i understand why they have a hard time crossing their legs "rich lady" style 3nodding

--where's the story?!!! scream

gonk Sorry, I've been having computer issues.