“LOOK OUT!” someone yelled.
I turned around and saw a girl flying down the sidewalk on her roller blades. I jumped on to the grass just in time to see her zipped pass me. Whoa, that was close!
I let out a breath of air. Then I heard a crash.
I ran down the sidewalk and saw the same girl, sprawling on the grass.
“Are you ok?” I asked, kneeling down to help her.
“Oww.” The girl replied, slowly getting up, with the help of my hand.
“Are you ok?” I asked again. “That was quite a fall.”
“I’m fine, but I think I dropped my pride back there!” The girl laughed. I could see her dark brown eyes twinkling. She brushed a strand of her long dark brown hair out of her face, and smiled. “I’m Melissa.”
“Bob.” I replied.
“Are you new here? Cuz I’ve never seen you before.” Melissa said.
“We’re not new, it’s just that we moved here about three months ago, but we left for our summer vacation to Hawaii shortly after that.”
“Cool! Did you have fun?” Melissa asked.
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“That’s good.”
“So, what do you like to do?” I asked.
“I love music. I love to dance, sing and basically do anything that is related to music. My friends and I are kind of in a band, at least we’re trying to start one, you know just for fun. I also love sports, especially hockey, soccer and football, and I also love photography and writing. What about you?”
“Well, I love sports and music too. My brothers and I play sports all the time, well, except for Dave, who likes to read and write, like you, and did you say you’re in a band?” I asked.
“Well yeah.” Melissa blushed. “We’re learning to play instruments and stuff, and we sing along and sometimes dance along to our music.”
“What instrument do you play?” I asked.
“Well, I already know how to play the keyboard, and I already know how to play the guitar. So, I’m pretty much fudging on the drums. I remember the last time I’ve ever tried the drums in grade seven. I was supposed to be doing a drum roll, but somehow, the drumstick flew out of my hand and into the tuba! That was my last experience of being a drummer.”
“No offense, but you sure don’t look like one.” I commented as Melissa took off her roller blades. She was a small girl, practically a head smaller than I am.
“Thanks a lot.” Melissa said, rolling her eyes. “That’s why I don’t tell people that I want to be a drummer. They’d never believe me. Just because I’m small, doesn’t mean that I can’t be a drummer!” Melissa cried, and walked away.
I should’ve followed her, but I didn’t know what to say to that. I watched her walk down the sidewalk, one roller blade in each hand.
I turned around and began to walk up the driveway to my house when a figure made me stop. It was Clint, my twin brother.
“Bob, what the hell was that?” he demanded.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I saw that girl spaz at you. What happened?”
“Her name is Melissa. She’s a small girl, and she wants to be a drummer.”
“So?” Clint asked.
“Well, you should see her! Even though she loves sports and stuff, she still looks like the type of girl who doesn’t like drums and guitars and stuff. She looks too much of a girly girl.”
“What is that supposed to mean? People could like any type of music they want!” Clint cried. He lowered his voice. “Is she cute though?”
I laughed. “Very.”
“What else does she like to do?” Clint asked.
“She loves sports, especially hockey, football and soccer, and she loves to read and write.”
“No offense to you, but I think she’s more of Dave’s type, don’t you think so? You’re not much of a reader or a writer, unlike Dave.”
“Yeah, maybe one day, I should introduce them to each other. IF I ever see her again.”
“You will. Bob, you will.” Clint said, and together, we walked back into the house.
The next day, I was woken up by a scream.
“FOUR INCREDIBLY CUTE GIRLS OUTSIDE! EVERYONE OUTSIDE NOW!”
I laughed to myself. Figures. It was Dave. I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs. My other two brothers, Dave and Scott stood by the door, with Clint beside them.
“Are you ready for a dose of four incredibly cute girls?” Dave asked with a mischievous grin.
“Bring them on!” I laughed.
Scott opened the door and the four of us walked down the steps and onto our driveway. From where I was standing, up the driveway by the garage door, I could see a girl with golden blond hair. She really stood out of the crowd because she was much taller than the rest of the girls. My brothers and I walked further down the driveway. Then I could see Melissa, the tall blond girl, a girl with wavy light brown hair and a girl with jet-black, chin length hair.
“Hi! My name is Dave!” Dave said, walking up to the girls, with Scott right behind him.
“I’m Scott.” Scott added. “What are your names?”
“I’m Melissa.”
“I’m Melanie.” Said the girl with light brown hair.
“Stephanie.” Said the girl with jet-black hair.
“I’m Karin.” Said the girl with long blond hair.
The girl’s name is Karin. The girl with the long, golden blond hair is Karin. I have to get to know her better. I walked over to the group, with Clint by my side.
“Hey Melissa.” I said softly.
Karin gasped. “You two know each other?”
“Yeah.” Melissa mumbled.
“How?” Dave asked.
“Never mind.” I said quickly. “I’m Bob.”
“Hey.” The other girls said.
“So, you guys wanna walk around, you know, the neighborhood?” Steph asked slowly.
“Sure!” Scott said, immediately perking up.
The eight of us began to walk down the street. I walked up from behind Dave and Melissa, grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
Melissa glared at me and yanked her arm back. “What?” she asked.
“Sorry.” I said.
“About what?”
“Just the way I said that you don’t look right to be a drummer.”
Melissa smiled. “Apology accepted.”
“So, could you tell me about Karin?” I asked with a grin.
“I knew that was coming.” She linked her arm with mine. “Well, she’s the oldest in our little group. She likes bands that play their own instruments and she’s definitely a rock girl. Karin can play all the instruments too, but she plays the guitar the best. She can be really, really shy at first, then she can be really weird.”
I laughed.
“So, tell me about Dave.” Melissa asked.
I laughed again. “Well, Dave is the talkative and flirty one.”
“Ooh, just my type.” Melissa giggled.
“And he plays the keyboard. He loves to read and write, like you, and he likes slower types of music when he wants to mellow out.”
“He’s so similar to me!” Melissa exclaimed. “Does he have a girlfriend?”
“No, does Karin?” I asked.
“Nope. All of us are available.”
“Goody.” I said.
Melissa laughed.
The other guys turned around and looked at us.
“What?” Melissa and I said at the same time, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
