Three Walks in the Park

Daily Promt: “…write a scene at the park.”

Twist: “Write the scene from three different perspectives.”

Perspective 1

“I’m going to get a soda. Do you want anything?” My boyfriend asked me. He gave my hand a quick squeeze before he let go.

“No that’s okay. Don’t be long, I’m not much of a waiter.” I winked at him. He flashed his sweet, yet sexy smile.

“Trust me, I know.” My boyfriend leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you” He said.

“You have ten minutes” I was the one smiling now. “but I love you too, Derek.” I watched him walk the stone path until he turned a corner and I couldn’t see him. That isn’t weird right? No we’ve been together for a year, today. It’s not weird.

Once Derek Disappeared I found a red wooden bench, flattened my skirt, and sat down. We picked this park for our anniversary because it usually wasn’t that busy, but today it was packed. There were couples tossing a Frisbee back and forth, giggling the way Derek and I do, a few older couples still noticeably in love having picnics together. I hope Derek and I will be together at that age still. After a few moments pass I take my eyes off of the older couples and watch the kid playing fetch with his dog. The little brown haired boy would throw the stick and the dog would wag it’s tail but never move until the kid yelled, “fetch!” Then the dog would dart after this stick, and the kid would laugh the entire time. Kid’s were so cute! I wonder what Derek and I’s child would look like. Adorable, that’s what.

I took my eyes from the child now to take in the rest of the scenery, when I noticed the man watching me. A quick glance told me he had brown hair, and a nice smile. Is he still looking? Do I take another peak? I took another peek. Yep. Great he’s probably checking me out, wondering what I look like underneath these clothes. Men, besides Derek, are pigs. Should I get up and walk away? No he’ll look at my butt. I’ll just wait for Derek to get back, he’ll know what to do. Where is Derek, anyway? I took another glance towards my stalker. Dang dude, what’s your problem. Did you not see my muscled man ten minutes ago? I glanced over at the corner Derek turned, still no sign of him. I looked back, and the guy was still looking my way. I’m going to say something.

I stood up, walked past the boy and his dog, past the old couple and their picnic, and past the couple and their Frisbee, and right up to the staring perv. He looked up at me shocked and said, “oh, umm.. hey.”

“Why are you staring at me?” I glared at the brown haired man.

“Sorry, I, uh..” He gave me a nervous smile. “You’re kinda cute, I guess.”

“You obviously saw that I have a boyfriend. So stop checking me out!” Then I turned and walked away. I heard him trying to talk behind me but I didn’t care. I stood up to a perverted man, Derek would’ve been proud.

Perspective 2

I arrived in the park sometime around noon. The sun was shining, kids were playing, and couples were romancing on this beautiful evening. There was a kid who launched a kid a few feet and his dog returned it to him. The kid threw the stick again and I watched as it flew through the cloudless blue sky and landed and the dry afternoon grass a few feet from a red bench. A red bench, and a beautiful young woman.  Her straight brown hair reached down just past her shoulders. The blue tank top, and matching striped skirt brought out the sparkle in her green eyes. Realizing that I was staring at the woman, I forced my gaze back to the kid. Until curiosity struck me again. One more look couldn’t hurt right? I gave a quick glance her way and held it for one second before I looked away, but that one second was enough. She had noticed me. Or did she? I better check again. I felt slightly braver this time and held my gaze for two whole seconds before I looked away. Again the woman turned her head to check me out within that time period. This is pretty awesome, I thought to myself. A girl is actually checking me out! Should I go over there and say hi. Okay one more look for confidence sake, then I’ll go over there. I looked towards the pretty girl on the bench, and waited for her to look at me again. When she was sure to add a nice smile into the mixture.

Alright, I promised myself I would do it. Here it goes. Then she stood up. She stood up and started walking my way! I sat there and let her come to me instead of meeting her in the middle. This way I wouldn’t look like a fool if she was just passing by. She wasn’t. The pretty brown haired girl was now looking down at me on the bench.

I looked up at the girl and said, “Oh, umm.. hey.”  Smooth, dude.

“Why are you staring at me?” She said clearly annoyed.

“Sorry, I, uh..” I tried to put on a nice smile again, but she could probably sense my nervousness anyways. Then I went for it,  “You’re kinda cute, I guess.” I guess? I’m blowing this!

“You obviously saw that I have a boyfriend!” As soon as she said it, my heart hit my stomach.  A boyfriend? How would I know? But she-  She was walking away.

“I’m sorry. I.. I didn’t know you were taken.” But she was probably ignoring me anyways.

Perspective 3

“I’m going to get a soda. Do you want anything?” I asked Erin, attempting to reveal the lie. I stopped when I let go of her hand.

“No that’s okay. Don’t be long, I’m not much of a waiter.” She said with a wink. She wasn’t lying, she really hated waiting. She managed to bring out my smile again.

“Trust me, I know.” I gave her a quick kiss, and an “I love you” before I left. Otherwise, she would’ve freaked out about it. She always did when I forgot to say the three words.

I turned to walk away and heard her behind me, “You have ten minutes, but I love you too, Derek.” While I walked the short path I saw the wrinkled couple having a picnic. Great, Erin will see them and think about old us. I glanced a little farther down the park towards a brat and his dog. Then she’ll think about having a kid with me. I rolled my eyes. Then I turned the corner, finally out of her view. I walked towards the soda machine where I met her. My hot, blonde fling of the night.

“Hey” She said in a planned sexy tone, which worked.

“Well hel-lo.” I said while checking the girl out.

“Come on, the girls bathrooms empty.” She winked at me, took my hand, and led me into the bathroom.

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The Art of Being “Weird”

Many times I hear others call me weird, strange, or different. Even when they don’t say it out loud I can definitely read it on their faces. The raced eyebrow, the awkward smile, their eagerness to end the conversation. People don’t generally talk to me as often as they do others, unless they need help with something. To most, I’m just that strange kid who is different than everyone else, and the one to shy away from– AND I LOVE IT!

Being different, or “weird” as some might say, is one of my favorite qualities of myself and other people. To me the word “weird” means that I’m my own person. It means that I live my own life the way I want to without the input of everyone else. I’m not following their lifestyles but writing my own. I am being me, and having fun doing it. I’m going through life without worrying what other people think about me. In other words I’m LIVING! This doesn’t make me popular by any means, but it does put the right people in my life. Those who are truly friends with me are those who accept my awkwardness for me. They embrace who I am and love me for me.

So go ahead, call me weird, different, or strange. It doesn’t phase me in the slightest; in fact I’ll take it as a compliment. I was created to be me, not you. Go ahead and live like everyone else, and I’LL LIVE LIKE ME.