Time Stamp: 2:20 pm. October 6th, 1998
Location: Mr. Slater's Classroom
I made my way to Mr. Slater's room, but before I could enter, a tall boy, the one that had sat next to me in second period today, ran into me, causing me to fall. Jamia stepped out of the way, and I crashed to the ground, which wasn't surprising.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" The boy grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, while his friend collected my things. I smiled shyly at them, "Thanks you guys." I said in a quiet tone. They nodded, and then left. I scrambled over to Mr. Slater, and he gave me a folded piece of paper, while Jamia waited impatiently by the door.
"What's that?" She asked, trying to grab it from me. I held it just out of her reach, and she leaned over, still trying to grab it. "Stop it!" I shouted, shoving her a little. She glared at me, and slapped me, "What's in the letter?" She demanded. "None of your damn business." I said in the most monotone voice, staring her dead in the eye.
She looked shocked, but shook her head, "Fine!" She shouted, and then stormed off, leaving me to walk home alone.
I unfolded the note as I left the school grounds, and started to read.
"Dear Frankie,
You're welcome for the nickname, and the rant, and it's okay. The asking more then two questions things. I didn't mind answering them! I almost forgot my questions in the last letter to be quite honest, and I don't even know why.
Guess I'm just stupid sometimes.
I'm glad that your views on me haven't changed, because you've really grabbed my attention, whether you've noticed or not. I can promise you, though, I am NOT a good person, I'm sorry to tell you, but it's true.
I also have no clue why the baby was stapled to the chicken.
Also, maybe if Mikey hadn't left, neither of us would be writing letters, but still, I really do miss him a lot.
And maybe you just haven't realized that you were in love ever... or maybe you truly have never loved anyone.
Okay, my favorite article of clothing is my Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. I wear it a lot, but it's kind of torn up so I always wear something else under it, and a jacket, but it's definitely my favorite.
As for the first thing I notice, I probably notice their eyes first. I really like people's eyes... Hazel is my favorite eye colour, and I don't know why.
If you want to meet me, come to the park a block west of the school around seven, and we can have a face to face. I actually really want to meet you too, so I'm okay with meeting you, and I look forward to seeing you there.
~Love, Gee".
My heart leapt in my throat and I smiled. I tossed the letter aside and ran to get ready. I might have been a little over excited, I've only been writing the boy for two days, and I was already very eager to see the face behind the mask.
I took a shower, washing my entire body thoroughly, before drying off and blow-drying my hair. I spent an hour in front of the mirror fiddling with my hair until I thought it was perfect, and then I put on eyeliner.
I went back to my room and sat on my carpet in boxers, sorting through my outfits. It took another hour for me to choose what I would wear.
I eventually settled on my Misfits t-shirt, paired with a pair of royal blue skinny jeans that were slightly over sized. To top of off, I chose my fingerless skeleton gloves, my black hoodie, and a pair of blood red converse.
I got dressed quickly, and grabbed a pack of smokes, a lighter, my headphones, and mp3, and my knife, just in case.
I quietly slipped up the stairs to the main floor, and glanced around, listening for my dad. He wasn't home. I let out a shaky breath before I left the house, silently. Once outside, I lit a smoke between my lips, and walked to the park. My house was like a mile from the school, so it was about an hour long walk to the park. I should arrive at the park around 6:45.
Sure enough, I checked my watch, and it was about 6:45 when I reached the park. I sat down on the swing and waited for a while, focusing on my shoes.
After waiting about half an hour, I saw another pair of shoes, and I heard someone clear their throat, "Hi there, Frankie."
I looked up, a small smile playing on my lips, and what did I see? The blonde boy from second period smiling down at me in his torn up Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt. A warm blush spread on my cheeks.
"Mind if I join you?"

Notes

So, they meet! Yaay~! I have something evil planned though, so don't get your hopes up! *Smirks*