A whacky little, short story: A Whacky Beau!

Chapter 2 - The Girl I Like

Crazy cool action music, ehhem, okay…..

I said okayyyy………..

Shit, is this mic on?

“Mom, do we have extra batteries!”

Okay, I’m back. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, welcome. My name is Beau, and this is another terrible day of my life…………….

Someone, cue the depressing music, I’m about to pop off.

June 19th. Remember that day it’s going to explain to you why I refuse to go to school today.

“Rewinding noise”

Here it is, the story of June 19th; The day my crush found out that I liked her. Somebody, please kill me now, this level of embarrassment is on another level.

“Pull it together would you kid, aren’t you the main character!!”

“The main character my ass, I never asked for this life! And why are you always butting into my stories, huh!”

Picture this, I’m at school, high school, and the bell just rang for lunchtime, so like a normal person I go to the bathroom to eat my lunch, but before I do that, I have to get my lunch from out of my locker in the hallway, where everyone passes.

Goddammit knees stop shaking, would you?

“(The sheer noise of Beau’s knees clicking on each other) Chit, chit, chit”

Come on Beau all you have to do is walk over to your locker and take your food and walk into the bathroom. How hard does that sound?

Sorry to say it guys but my knees weren’t budging so I hid behind a wall until it happened.

“Lily (Beau without anything thought to how he sounded said Lily with all the love that he could muster, and it was….)”

And it was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. Please God why am I still here, end it, end it now.

“He can’t you coward. You’re the main character you're expected to live, this isn’t cowboy bebop!”

I’m really, getting sick of this guy.

“Hey, Beau. I got your food out of your locker for you. You look like you were having a hard time, so I just guessed that maybe you didn’t want to face a crowd.”

There she was standing right in front of me, with a meal in one hand and that so, so wonderful smile, beautiful red curly hair, and that small scar above her right eyebrow. She was helping me as a good person would.

So, I reached out took the food, and ran. Yes, you heard me right, I took the food and ran.

“What an idiot. Now, look at me. I’m sitting on a toilet seat eating my lunch alone.”

Well, look on the bright side Beau, it can’t get any worse than this.

(The bathroom door opens, and a group of guys can be heard talking outside of Beau’s toilet.)

Shit.

“Hey Ren, I think there’s someone in here.”

“No, no there’s no one in here. Please, please, faith if you could just do this one thing for me…….”

“Yeah, I can hear him, sounds like he's murmuring something. Hey, who’s in there? Answer me when I’m talking to you!”

Should I answer, or should I keep quiet, and they might just not notice? Yeah, they might think they overheard something that wasn’t really there to begin with.

Yes, If I don’t move then I’ll be fi—

“Pause”

Now, can you believe it? The sheer timing that that fork took to fall. At that moment I really started questioning my luck and I don’t think I had anything to begin with.

“I see, so that’s how you got your head stuck in a toilet bowl.”

“Yes, mam, it’s embarrassing but it’s the truth. I’m just really glad someone found me before it was too late.”

“Don’t worry you are the first that this happened to and as a school nurse my job is to make sure that you feel somewhat better when you leave this room. And what about that you mentioned? Don’t you think that you owe her an apology for running off without even a thank you?”

“Maybe, I guess. Okay, the next time I see her I will.”

(The next time!)

“Oh, hey Beau. I heard you were in the nurse's office, so I asked my teacher to come check on you. Are you all, right?”

“Beau?”

Hmm, just as I thought, one minute has gone and nothing. Yip just embarrassing.

“Fast forward noise”

Now, here we are welcome back to the present day where I am still refusing to leave the house, but I just realized that I have a test, and I have no choice but to go.

“Hey, you didn’t finish the story. Did you apologize to her or not?”

“Shut up, I ran okay.”

“Haha, what kind of main character are you!”

And there you have it, another day in my life. It can’t get more worse than this right?

‘To Be Continued…’