Short Story 2: Figured You Out

"Ok, I'm a girl. I'm a girl who loves life. If you don't like that, I'm sorry, I'm me."
Wow, that was a conversation starter. I mean, I just walked up to this girl, and she seemed so shy... Now I know already that she loves live. I don't even know her name! I like this girl.
"Hello? Earth to Jake." She knows my name?
"Sorry, I was just thinking about stuff..." I was never a good person to keep up a conversation with. I always think about other topics when people are talking to me. I can't help it, it's just they'll say something, remind me of something else, and then I grow quiet.
"Dude, you're zoning again. Did you ever learn how to talk?" Ouch. I cringed.
"Hey, I might not talk alot, but I know more than you." Take that.
She grew quiet. "I was just trying to talk to you..." Now she looked sad.
"Look, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't like people being scorn. Especially to me." Ugh, I don't even know this girl and I made her sad. Great.
"I know you didn't mean it that way, I just get emotional..." She smiled weakly. "I'm a mess. I just can't keep normal friends..." Poor girl. Maybe I can change that.
"It's ok. I don't exactly have the best friends either. I mean, they're my friends, but I'm not their friend, ya know?"
"I know exactly. My friends will ditch on me for anything. I was once stood up for Starbucks." She chuckled and looked at me. "Kinda sad, right? I was turned down for coffee." She sobbed.
I patted her on the back. "It's ok. We can be friends, ok?"
She looked at me with those blue eyes. I'll never forget them. They were a light blue, but deep. The color was intense. I often find myself thinking about those eyes, whether it be at home, in the car, anywhere. I grew loved those eyes. "That's fine by me." She grinned. "So, do you even know my name?"
"No, but may I?" I was always semi nice when I wasn't being provoked.
"Kaliegh. My parents were obsessed with this one book they read when I was about to be born. My mom fell in love with the name."
"Well, Kaliegh, nice to meet you. Judging by how you know my name, do you know my sister? She's just like you, only a few years older." Hm, maybe that'll be a good topic.
Kaliegh looks happy. "Yes, I've actually met your sister. We got into a big talk in the middle of the mall about Italian shoes." She laughed. "In the end, I ended up running off to get the shoes she saw earlier."
I laugh too. "That must have been quite a conversation you had with her. Did she get mad when you ran off?"
Kaliegh got red. "I didn't run off. And besides, she said they didn't fit. So I went to check them out." A sheepish smile creeps across her face. "You must think I'm retarded for knowing alot about you, and you know nothing about me."
I frown. "Hey that's not true. I know your a girl who knows me a little bit too well, and you love life." I mock her tone.
She smiles and lightly punches me in the arm. "Hey, you're making me feel bad." Wow, she blushes hard. "Ok, fine, I'll tell you more about me."
We end up staying there, just sitting on the park bench, for about two hours, and that's when I needed to go home.
"Bye, Kaliegh. See you in school." I wave goodbye.
She waves back. "Ok, see you later." She says that, like she's going to leave, but she remains sitting. I'm puzzled.
"Do you need a ride home?" I try to be nice this time. Last time I offered a ride, I was punched in the face. I really need to watch my sarcasm.
She sighs. "Actually, I need a home. My parents threw me out. But I'm fine." I saw a tear run down her face. She quickly goes to wipe it away, but I already know: she was kicked out because she wasn't loved. Wow, and I thought I had it hard.
I ponder. Do I take her home, or leave her here? I do the right thing.
10 years later, here we are, married, with a 2-year-old, married for four years. Taking her home was the best choice I ever made.

(No relation at all in this story, but the eyes part I did get from my crush... You know who. Ah, those eyes... I could stare in them all day.)