Summer love. (prompt)

Another great prompt by……..#FWF Free Write Friday: First Kiss | Kellie Elmore

It was finally over, no more exams, no more waking up at seven in the morning, no more homework, no more worries about grades, overall, no more going to school. Summer had come and I felt as a free bird, with the exception of not worrying about  someone trying to shoot me out of the sky. But I was free, free to fly in other directions, free of worries and free to experiment new things.

“Are we going to your pool today?” I asked Raul.

It was a hot dry Saturday, the first day of summer vacation and our little gang from the town where I lived will always go to the public pool in town. But Raul had his own pool, and I asked, but really all the other eleven people of the gang wanted it. Free from the life guards telling us we couldn´t jump in this place or that place or not splash or to flips, just putting more constrain on our new found freedom.

“My parents will probably go out after lunch. So we meet this afternoon at my house” He finally answered. It did take him quite some time to give that answer, after everyone complained subtly and not so subtly about how great it would be to have our own pool. And me, being me, wasn´t so subtle, so I just blurted it out  from sheer frustration.

I had a crush on Elisa, a girl from town. I was thirteen, she was fifteen and quite physically developed and the girls would finally be in swimming suits. Elisa was the girl who I most talk to. Even when we where in a group all eleven of us playing cards or playing with the soccer ball or making wooden houses in the trees, messing around with other people’s property, just being kids.

No texting or social media then, so we loved the outside. We would make bunker´s and play weird strange versions of hide and seek in the middle of the dry expansion of land that seemed to go on towards eternity, or play spin the bottle or truth or dare. That was our little world and in that little world and although we where all friends you where closer to some of them rather than others. Elisa was one of them. I had known her since I was nine, she was two years older and she treated me as her younger brother. But now at age thirteen almost fourteen strange hair had started growing in parts of my body that I never though hair should grow.

We played together, she mostly teased me, we´d laugh together, there was just no  worries in life when we had fun together. I knew her parents, she knew mine, we all really knew everything about each other. We where the gang without guns. A lovable gang.

At five p.m, me and three others went to Raul´s house. We pushed the button and heard the ring. We hoped her mother wouldn´t come out screaming, like she sometimes did, telling us to go away that he was studying. But the door opened and Raul was standing there with a big smile on his face, with him swim suit on and drenched in water.

“Come on, move,come on.” He said all excited. Me and the rest of the guys looked at each other and made some faces as in saying `what´s wrong with this guy now?´ Raul quickly turned around and started hopping the stairs of his garden to the back of the house where the pool was. We followed him as close as possible. Something new was up was our guess. And when we turned the corner there we saw the girls in their bathing suits, water flowing from the skin soaking the towels they were laying on top off.

Next thing, we all grabbed the five girls and threw them into the pool along with all the insults and complains that where spouted at us. We all laughed. We where in the summer, the happiest people in the world. Our little world, we didn´t know there where other types of worlds. We followed quickly and jumped into the water, started splashing at them, putting their head under the water for a couple seconds and letting loose, they jumped on us also, a fragile war ensued. I decided to swim under water until I reached the legs of Elisa and pulled her under. She could see me, a bit fuzzy under the water, little bubbles of air escaped her thick lips, she kicked and I let her go. All the afternoon was like that. By eight p.m we decided to stop horsing around and play cards until dinner time, which was at nine thirty. It´s Spain.

We all sat down on a circle, some of the girls didn´t want to play cards so they laid with their head resting in some of the guys knees. Elisa chose to rest her head in my knee, she complained and told me to straighten the leg. An unfomfortable position to play cards on the green grass. She started caressing her fingers through my thigh. I had now some hairs and she would pinch them and I would call her out and then pinch her in the belly. I had lost all appetite for the card game. I just wanted to be alone with her.

At nine p.m she said she was going. We all complained, she still had half an hour left. She said, that after dinner at ten thirty she´d meet us at the `stop sign´. We where let loose after dinner from ten thirty to twelve thirty at night. She lived about half a kilometer from me. She said if I could take her home in my scooter.At that time we could get a scooter or any motorcycle under 50cc with fourteen years old. I just got one a little earlier and my parents warned me about not living town with it. Which I didn´t . I took her home, and I felt her breast leaning against my back, her arms wrapping my waist, her face resting on my right shoulder. In those days wearing a helmet was not a big concern. I dropped her at her house, she got off the bike and gave me a kiss in the lips. She quickly turned around and with a smile in her face said, “see you at ten thirty at the stop sign.” And I sat on my bike, not knowing exactly what had happened just staring at her back as she walked to the entrance of her house door. I turned the bike around, now the air was a little cooler, the sun had gone down but there was still light out, I drove the bike to my house letting the fresh air hit my face and the little smile I had on that face. Now I had only had to wait for an hour, of me having to sit around the table with my torturous parents until it was ten thirty. Man did that hours seemed like an eternity. Uncertainty as to what I should do or say in an hour eclipsed any conversation with my parents. Butterfly´s where roaming around my belly, butterfly´s of excitement of the unknown.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

In every girl´s life….(prompt)

fwf-kellie-elmore-badge Yet again a great prompt from…… #FWF Free Write Friday: Quote Prompt | Kellie Elmorea


So here is the Promptfwf2.

It was the summer of 1997 and little me was barely 15 and I was out of my element. I was in another country, the great United States and being a kid that had never left his little town in Spain this was the equivalent of setting foot in the moon. The awe of everything; trees, houses, cars, hell they don´t drive with stick in this country they´re all are automatic cars!, school which leads to strange new specimens that where named people and I believe they are still are named that way. So there I was in the middle of it, looking at everything, my eyes darting from side to side my mouth open a little bit. I tried to tell myself that I was confident and had nothing to worry about.

I was sitting by myself in the school cafeteria, the new guy, Spanish guy, the bullfighter. Everyone that talked to me only said “You´re from Spain? Torero bullfighting” O.k I said to myself. No direct insults yet, we´re not all that bad. And  while I´m eating alone staring out the window with all the noise of all the hundreds of kids around me I hear a sound next to me. As I look to my left I see this brunette girl,not all that bad looking just staring at me with a smile on her face.

“So you´re the new guy from Spain?”

That´s it? I was used to hi how are you my name is…… Nothing like that. So I nodded and replied that yes I was the bullfighter. She seemed to find it funny. She looked to her left where all her girlfriends where seated. I guess she was the designated one or she designated herself to be the one to give a hard time to the new guy.  A boarding school in the middle of nowhere. A landscape so foreign to me like it must have been for those astronauts walking the moon. Except that this landscape had strange humans. It was June, and I was going to spend the summer there before I move on to another school, yet another place and yet again be a new guy in some place. This boarding school seemed it was for all the screw up kids that didn´t do well during the school year but their daddy´s like mine had money to put them through intensive courses so they would be better prepared for the next year. But they had already been here other years so they knew each other.

She asked me a couple of questions more, and I notice all her girlfriends giggling in the background. Then she said if I wanted to go out to the woods after lunch. What? No I thought, she must be planning a prank for the stupid new guy. But I finally said yes.

After lunch we entered into the forest and there they where, black berries! Never in my  life had I seen so many bushes with blackberries. She started running around and picking them up and throwing them at me and eating them at the same time. I thought this girl was nuts, Spanish girls didn´t do that normally. She saw my face which was probably the face of a person who has just seen a ghost. She laughed and came to me.

“Here” She held her hand and gave me a blackberry. I was skeptical, are these edible? I thought to myself.

“Don´t be scared, you look scared all the day.” She pushed her hand into my face with that black berry. So I ate it.

“What´s your name?” I finally asked, usually in Spain we introduce ourselves and then talk.

” Cindy.” And she started running again through the bushes and laughing and throwing these black berries at me. And me….just dodging the bombardment.

As the weeks passed we talked more, she had a boyfriend one of the cool kids. He thought I was an idiot, good thing was that after establishing myself that if you want to come and pick at me and physically put a hand on me your going to be getting hit back, the cool guys sort of left me alone. They would insult me, but thought twice or three times before getting into a brawl with me. But Cindy, there she was. There we where every afternoon in the black berry bushes and one day it happened and I felt her lips. That was our own private spot, for the afternoon that was our spot, our magical spot.

Time went and the summer ended, so did she, but she ended it with a letter, which I still have stored away in some place of the house. That was her, Cindy. The mysterious happy go lucky Cindy and I was her serious, the one she confessed all the things, friend semi lover Charly. I can´t say in every girls life….I was her dream boy, but something special happened since she could be hanging out with all of her other friends but she chose to hang out with me. And kiss me and show me other things. But her happy go lucky, nice personality is what struck me and my way of being was probably something she found in some way strange and nice to be around. And she was a one of the cool girls that had a lot of personality and a lot of heart, a heart that just led her to talk and be with me even though I was not popular.