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This if the first of maybe a series of short stories. I've got a bunch of stories (of sorts) that I've just randomly created, and now figure rather than deleting them I just post them here, and see if I should continue.

This first one is merely a set-up. It's not meant to be at all lovey dovey. It's just meant to observe the innocence of youth and reflect upon a better time. Or is it? (Dramatic Music)

I really shouldn't joke about this short story though, it has a very serious topic.

Anyway, try and enjoy and feed me some feedback.

She was tall and slim with a smile that could melt the heart of any man. He was only fifteen, and according to society, his parents and the church he was therefore incapable of forming an acceptable opinion on women and any attraction to the opposite sex was merely a ‘cute crush’. The feeling he had whenever he saw her merely demonstrated in his mind the ignorance of a society dominated by unjustified laws and ignorant rules of previous generations. She was the unique kind of girl who was always around you, but never actually with you. She seemed to look at you in a special way, until you see it moments later directed towards someone else. And those few moments where your eyes meet hers are hardly mesmerizing, but purely petrifying…but in a way that simultaneously feels fantastic.

She was skipping around in her backyard and he was watching her as he kicked a soccer ball repetitively against the fence behind his parent’s run-down shit-shack. His thoughts regarding her only momentarily interrupted by the penetrating CLANG of the plastic ball on the steel fence. Suddenly, she paused, and glanced over to him. A slight smile tweaked the corners of her mouth and she moved in his direction. His heart froze, then like an elevator, it slowly ascended into his throat as she reached him. Everything seemed to move far too quickly, nothing at all like that which is normally said about love. Marten was broken out of his trance as she leaned over the fence into his yard, waiting politely for him to acknowledge her presence.

“You know, the noise you make with that ball is driving my mother crazy”, Kat said as she clutched her arms to her chest in the way only an innocent young girl can. Silence hung in the air as heavy as the sweltering summer heat and the exhausting humidity. The visible waves of heat and the generic sounds of the local insects decorated the silence.

Marten felt his heart drop like a rock into a pond at these words, but still managed to maintain enough to composure to keep the conversation afloat.

“Yeah, I’m just bored is all…”, he said, drifting off into some talk about improving his skills. He looked up expecting an annoyed look, or for her to simply not-be-there at all. But instead, she stood, smiling at him warmly, her eyes locked on to his. Marten’s heart skipped several beats.

“You’re blushing. My mum says the first time a guy blushes at you, it means you’re meant to be together forever…”, she said, not finishing the sentence.

There was a long awkward silence as Marten fought for something to say … anything to say. He could think of nothing. Disappointment etched across Kat’s face as she realised the sentence she had blurted out had promptly frozen their conversation.

“Well….see you later then Marten”.

“Yeah, see you at school”. He watched her walk away, feeling as though he was going to faint. As he forced himself to calm, his heart verged on an attack as she turned and waved at him, before disappearing inside. Marten waved awkwardly back, and as he turned to head inside his own house, he began to curse himself for not acting cooler. He had always promised himself that if he ever spoke to her, he would try and act just like “Hawkeye” from M*A*S*H. Marten, glanced once more outside towards Kat’s yard, and noting her absence, he headed back towards the gloomy darkness that loomed behind the squeaky screen door of his own run-down home. There a malevolent silhouetted figure stood waiting. As he opened the door, the smell of bourbon and cigarettes hit him in the face, and his Father stood scowling above him.