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the name calling one.”
I smile back at her, wondering what is going on
in that all-too-big brain of hers.
“So last year, why did you tell me your name was
Raphael?”
“‘Cause it is.”
“Why does everyone call you Cruz then?”
“’Cause it’s my last name. I’m not really sure
why I told you my real name. I never use it. Even my brother calls
me Cruz.”
“That’s weird. I think it’s pretentious, and I’m
not calling you Cruz.”
“Not as weird as the name Harlow.”
She laughs. “Harlow isn’t weird. It’s not common
either, but it’s not weird.”
“Well, I’m not a fan, and I’m not calling you
it, and don’t you dare call me Raphael.”
She yanks a pair of shoes out of my hands and
groans at me.
“Oh, really? Then what are you going to call me?
Not the ‘B’ word that’s for sure.”
I laugh at her. This is all too comical.
“Something not at all cute, or sexy, or funny.
I’m going to nickname you the most un-sexy name in God’s
creation.”
She places her hands on her hips, cocks her head
to the side, and waits for the name I’m going to give her.
“Now once I give you this name, there’s no going
backsies. It sticks.”
“Backsies?” She asks.
“Yea, backsies.”
“Ugh, fair enough.”
I hold out my pinkie for her to take. Harlow
doesn’t seem to get what I’m trying to do. Did she live a sheltered
life or something?
“Pinkie swear. You link your pinkie finger with
mine, and we shake on it. Have you been living under a rock or
something?”
She shakes her head ‘no’.
“Well, whatever, just do it. It’s cool.”
She links her tiny finger with mine, and I pull
at it, startling her.
I start to think of a name, a really good name,
one that I know she’ll hate. I rub my temples, shut my eyes and
mumble, “A name, an un-sexy name, hmm.”
I peer open one of my eyes to see her becoming
more aggravated the longer I take.
“Would you just get on with it, please. I’ve
already wasted enough precious vitamin D sunlight because of
you.”
Ok, she’s had enough, and I think I’ve got
it.
I stand up. My body towers over hers. She’s not
short. She’s not tall. She’s right in the middle. I extend my hand
out to hers to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you, Turnip.”
A puzzled look shows up on her face, and I grin.
She hates it.
I, on the other hand, love it.
“Turnip?”
I grab her hand, place it in mine and forcefully
shake it up and down.
“Yep, damn glad to meet you, Turnip. I’m
Cruz.”
She pulls out of my hand, clearly aggravated by
the name, and it is the most un-sexy name to come out of one’s
mouth. That’s why I chose it. Before she gets a chance to protest,
I make my way to the door, planning my escape.
“You pinkie swore, Turnip., It sticks, no
backsies.”
“Fine.” She growls through gritted teeth. “You
are so immature.”
I stand there, very satisfied with my decision.
I could pat myself on the back right now if I could. I affected
her, again, in a different way. A non-sexual way. I’m not really
used to that, but I think it’s something new to try. Maybe I could
be friends with Harlow Hannum. I’m not really friends with many
chicks, but if I have to live next door to her for the summer,
maybe I should try. I don’t have to be a dick all the time.
I give her a glance over my shoulder and give a
quick wink.
“I’ll see you later, Turnip.”
“Later, Dickcop.”
Wait, what?
***
CHAPTER 5
The Grown Up & Ms. Loosey Goosey get to
know each other
Harlow~
It’s been almost two weeks since Cruz and I
made our little deal. It’s okay so far. I just continue to do what
I’m doing, what he told me to do. I ignore him, pretend he doesn’t
live here, and go about my business. He works a few nights a week,
so I only see him at the beach during the day. He mostly sleeps
when he’s there. Not a problem for me, although the tattoos are a
distraction on occasion. I mean… What I mean is, they are
I smile back at her, wondering what is going on
in that all-too-big brain of hers.
“So last year, why did you tell me your name was
Raphael?”
“‘Cause it is.”
“Why does everyone call you Cruz then?”
“’Cause it’s my last name. I’m not really sure
why I told you my real name. I never use it. Even my brother calls
me Cruz.”
“That’s weird. I think it’s pretentious, and I’m
not calling you Cruz.”
“Not as weird as the name Harlow.”
She laughs. “Harlow isn’t weird. It’s not common
either, but it’s not weird.”
“Well, I’m not a fan, and I’m not calling you
it, and don’t you dare call me Raphael.”
She yanks a pair of shoes out of my hands and
groans at me.
“Oh, really? Then what are you going to call me?
Not the ‘B’ word that’s for sure.”
I laugh at her. This is all too comical.
“Something not at all cute, or sexy, or funny.
I’m going to nickname you the most un-sexy name in God’s
creation.”
She places her hands on her hips, cocks her head
to the side, and waits for the name I’m going to give her.
“Now once I give you this name, there’s no going
backsies. It sticks.”
“Backsies?” She asks.
“Yea, backsies.”
“Ugh, fair enough.”
I hold out my pinkie for her to take. Harlow
doesn’t seem to get what I’m trying to do. Did she live a sheltered
life or something?
“Pinkie swear. You link your pinkie finger with
mine, and we shake on it. Have you been living under a rock or
something?”
She shakes her head ‘no’.
“Well, whatever, just do it. It’s cool.”
She links her tiny finger with mine, and I pull
at it, startling her.
I start to think of a name, a really good name,
one that I know she’ll hate. I rub my temples, shut my eyes and
mumble, “A name, an un-sexy name, hmm.”
I peer open one of my eyes to see her becoming
more aggravated the longer I take.
“Would you just get on with it, please. I’ve
already wasted enough precious vitamin D sunlight because of
you.”
Ok, she’s had enough, and I think I’ve got
it.
I stand up. My body towers over hers. She’s not
short. She’s not tall. She’s right in the middle. I extend my hand
out to hers to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you, Turnip.”
A puzzled look shows up on her face, and I grin.
She hates it.
I, on the other hand, love it.
“Turnip?”
I grab her hand, place it in mine and forcefully
shake it up and down.
“Yep, damn glad to meet you, Turnip. I’m
Cruz.”
She pulls out of my hand, clearly aggravated by
the name, and it is the most un-sexy name to come out of one’s
mouth. That’s why I chose it. Before she gets a chance to protest,
I make my way to the door, planning my escape.
“You pinkie swore, Turnip., It sticks, no
backsies.”
“Fine.” She growls through gritted teeth. “You
are so immature.”
I stand there, very satisfied with my decision.
I could pat myself on the back right now if I could. I affected
her, again, in a different way. A non-sexual way. I’m not really
used to that, but I think it’s something new to try. Maybe I could
be friends with Harlow Hannum. I’m not really friends with many
chicks, but if I have to live next door to her for the summer,
maybe I should try. I don’t have to be a dick all the time.
I give her a glance over my shoulder and give a
quick wink.
“I’ll see you later, Turnip.”
“Later, Dickcop.”
Wait, what?
***
CHAPTER 5
The Grown Up & Ms. Loosey Goosey get to
know each other
Harlow~
It’s been almost two weeks since Cruz and I
made our little deal. It’s okay so far. I just continue to do what
I’m doing, what he told me to do. I ignore him, pretend he doesn’t
live here, and go about my business. He works a few nights a week,
so I only see him at the beach during the day. He mostly sleeps
when he’s there. Not a problem for me, although the tattoos are a
distraction on occasion. I mean… What I mean is, they are
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