Part Two

And Robin would be all suave to Kira, bringing her flowers, and chocolates, obviously the kind of guy who watches too lousy romance movies, probably in the hopes of getting with your average susceptible Missy Jezabel. Some girls are suckers for that kinda thing. Not Kira though. Kira always sort of looked at him, smiled a little bit, and continued doing whatever she was doing. Boy did it piss Robin off that she ignored his advances. He got bolder and bolder too, until one day it all came to a head.

I was minding my own business, when Kira came up to me all sweet like, and I could hardly believe it. This girl was everything a guy could want, and nothing I'd ever dared to dream, even in my moments when the rough stuff's put on the shelf for a little bit. If Robin was Mr. Mercedes at our school, I was a lawnmower. No one really paid me any mind, and I never really cared much for books anyway. But it was an alright day I guess, and there were these leaves all over the place. People always describe leaves with all these fancy colors and terms I never really understand. They were kind of murky brown, muddy, with maybe a few yellows or reds in there somewhere. But sheesh, some people go on and on about Fall. It's not that big of a deal. Kira came up to me and hemmed and hawed a bit, and then she grabbed my arm and started running. Well, I could either have stayed still and fallen over like a real moron, or I could have done exactly what I did. I started running with her, almost as if I was a dog on a leash. A dog on a leash to Kira Keen. This I could live with. Anyone else and I'd have been right pissed. Kira jumped into a pile of those brown leaves and took me right down with her.

You know how it is with assholes. They just love Murphy's law, and make sure to make it come true as much as they're able. Robin just happened to come by at the moment. Yeah right. Robin didn't just happen to go anywhere. I sometimes I think he planned out his every move days in advance, when ironing his stuck up shirts and perfectly pressed khaki pants. A real poseur this guy. Down to the core. He came over and accused me of bothering Kira.

“Well what the hell are you doing to her Spindle?” he said, thinking he was saving the damsel. That was his problem. Kira was no damsel. She was a woman. A free spirit. She'd be more likely to save his ass any day than he'd be to save her pretty little petut. Kira stuck her tongue out at him.
“that's no way to talk to my boyfriend.”
And that's how I started going out with Kira Keen, and drove poor old Robin off his rocker.

End of Part II