• What to do? What to do?? I'd thought during the last pair of days where to take her and my mind didn't find a answer worthy of her. You may think that i'm exaggerating over the subjet, but I wanted to make this perfect...
    I sighed, leaning back on my chair in the classroom, so loud that it caught my teachers attention.
    "Something of this class dissapointing you, Oddr?" he elocuently asked me, but at the same time was piercing and direct. Startled, I didn't know how to answer, since I was caught off guard and felt embarrassed with all those eyes upon me, even Marks.
    "No...I.." I stammered.
    "Is it, perhaps, too 'boring' for you?" he asked again, in the same manner.
    "No sir...I...I just was thinking..."
    "Something regarding this class, maybe?" he interrupted, and I sighed.
    "No sir..."
    "Then please leave it for after class, and pay attention...it's your future...not mine." and with that he turned to the board again.
    "Yeah, my dam future..." I mumbled.
    'Future'...That word seemed so distant for me at that moment...I didn't realize how shifting things could be.
    I resumed my thinking of what to do and a paper hit my head. I looked sideways to see who was the culprit, and Mark waved indicating me to read the paper. Anyone else might think we were gay or something, knowing each other and passing papers, but, he's my best friend since I was in 1st grade.
    I gave him a cross look but he told me 'jus read the dam paper!' with his expression.
    It said:
    "dude, why not just take her out and let things unwind like they should?"
    I scribbled back
    "Are you crazy? How the hell am I going to improvize??" and i threw it back at him in the head, a bit hard, i must say.
    Picking it up and giving me a sore look, Mark picked it up, read it, and tossed it back.
    "That's the thing about improvizing...you don't know...A fair, a park, a walk, whatever and I bet you'll figure"
    I leaned back, without sighing this time, and shrugged...Okay, so maybe it might work, but I knew my nerves would probably be exploding by that moment.
    "Alright, I'll try that..." I told Mark after class, and I left heading home.
    Walking home I listened to the recording, and it felt as if it was giving me strength or something similar, and relaxed me. Then suddenly I knew what to do, and what I knew was nothing at all, but I felt as if I did.
    Later, around 6, I arrived at her house...and I thought this was the wrong direction because it was one hell of a house! I mean, you can use your imagination because there was lots and lots of things...
    I rode in on the motorcycle I usually asked my father for, though at that moment he really didn't mind if I took it or not.
    My heart thumped as someone, not her, opened the door.
    "Yes?"
    "Is..uhh...Is Helen at home?" I said, stammering slightly, which made me more nervous than I already was, but, what to do? I was there already.
    The man, eyed me from head to toe, and looked behind me to what I was driving, raised an eyebrow, and just when he was about to speak a voice from behind arose.
    "Who is it? Is it Odd?" she asked, and the man looked back at her.
    "Yes, darling, he's quite odd and I think unsafe"
    "Father..." my heart slumped "...his name is Odd! In fact it's Oddr, because it's foreign" she said, laughing a soft and sweet laugh.
    Helen opened the door to me, and I gotta say...she just looked amazing.
    "Wow..." was all that came out of my stupid mouth.
    "Thank you" she said, smiling.
    I smiled, but i couldn't get my mind, my eyes off of her.
    "Hey, you came on that?" she asked, stepping towards the bike.
    "Yeah...it's a..."
    "...1895 Harley Shovelhead" she continued what I was going to say, and that left me awed.
    "You know about them?" I asked
    "Yes, I love motorcycles, but i keep it quiet because my dad doesn't like them" She smiled.
    And right then I felt awesome, I don't know why though.
    "C'mon" I said, and my fears suddenly vanished as her arms went around me, driving away into a wonderful night. At that moment though, we didn't know we were being followed...