Mark and I had been friends since before we could walk. Our parents were stationed together on a Marine base and we grew up in military housing together. We went to every school together and played on every sports team together until they split the genders when we got older.
I was always like a brother to him because I could hang with the guys and beat them up just as well as any guy could. I suppose it didn't help my tomboy cause that everyone called me "Kris". When we were growing up, we could talk to each other about anything. We were the best of friends and inseperable. The problem was that I always thought of him as more than a friend. As a kid, I was this tomboy with glasses and always wore a baseball cap so there was no way he could think of me as any more than one of the guys. I had no curves while all of the other girls were getting theirs. It was frustrating to watch him start dating and listen to him talk about different girls. I had every intention of telling him how I felt the summer before high school, but my dad got the orders that we would be shipping out to Japan. We didn't know how long we would be stationed there, but I knew it was long enough for me to lose my best friend.
So we moved to Japan and everything changed when we moved. I guess you could say that I blossomed. I definitely blossumed and I was no longer the little tomboy with no curves. I have curves in all the right places and I knew how to dress now. I was in perfect shape because you may be able to put me in a dress and heels, but I was still a killer soccer player. True, I could be docile and innocent when I wanted to, but I could still hang with the guys. And I did. In more ways than one. Guys no longer saw me as just one of the guys. They wanted me for much more than a friend. I also prefer to called Kristen now. I would only allow Mark to call me "Kris".
I exchanged e-mails with Mark when I was gone, but he had no idea of the things that had changed about me. He probably thinks I'm still a little tomboy that is built like a board. Strange how time will change you for the better.
Now 18, I am moving back to the states with my family. Just in time for my senior year of high school. Mark has no idea that I'm coming back. I decided to keep him in the dark for many reasons. He had filled me in about his high school career, telling me that he was a soccer star and very popular with the ladies now. I didn't like to think about the ladies part, but I congratulated him on the soccer star part.
Anyways, it's my first day of my senior year and I didn't tell anyone that I was coming back. I decided to look my best, wearing my jean mini-skirt with a red halter top. The mini-skirt makes my legs look great. I've been told they go for miles. They could also outrun most of the boys at my school in Japan. My wavy dark brown hair hung down to my shoulder blades and accented my crystal blue eyes (contacts are a dream!). My body is perfectly tan from Japanese weather.
When I arrived at school, it looked exactly how I remembered it, but everyone was all grown up. I walked by a group of guys and was immediately greeted with cat calls and whistles. Did I mention that I'm glad that I'm not a tomboy anymore?
Walking through the halls to my locker, I spotted Mark right away standing with his soccer buddies in lettermans jackets and surrounded by girls. I decided not to let him know I was here. I walk by his group to see if I would be recognized. I knew I wouldn't be. Instead, I was once again greeted by whistles and a few jealous girlfriends slapping at their boys.
I laughed a little and looked back at them, giving them a smile before going to find my locker.
((Ok...so I need Mark. He's not gonna recognize me at first, but he's gonna attracted.))
I was always like a brother to him because I could hang with the guys and beat them up just as well as any guy could. I suppose it didn't help my tomboy cause that everyone called me "Kris". When we were growing up, we could talk to each other about anything. We were the best of friends and inseperable. The problem was that I always thought of him as more than a friend. As a kid, I was this tomboy with glasses and always wore a baseball cap so there was no way he could think of me as any more than one of the guys. I had no curves while all of the other girls were getting theirs. It was frustrating to watch him start dating and listen to him talk about different girls. I had every intention of telling him how I felt the summer before high school, but my dad got the orders that we would be shipping out to Japan. We didn't know how long we would be stationed there, but I knew it was long enough for me to lose my best friend.
So we moved to Japan and everything changed when we moved. I guess you could say that I blossomed. I definitely blossumed and I was no longer the little tomboy with no curves. I have curves in all the right places and I knew how to dress now. I was in perfect shape because you may be able to put me in a dress and heels, but I was still a killer soccer player. True, I could be docile and innocent when I wanted to, but I could still hang with the guys. And I did. In more ways than one. Guys no longer saw me as just one of the guys. They wanted me for much more than a friend. I also prefer to called Kristen now. I would only allow Mark to call me "Kris".
I exchanged e-mails with Mark when I was gone, but he had no idea of the things that had changed about me. He probably thinks I'm still a little tomboy that is built like a board. Strange how time will change you for the better.
Now 18, I am moving back to the states with my family. Just in time for my senior year of high school. Mark has no idea that I'm coming back. I decided to keep him in the dark for many reasons. He had filled me in about his high school career, telling me that he was a soccer star and very popular with the ladies now. I didn't like to think about the ladies part, but I congratulated him on the soccer star part.
Anyways, it's my first day of my senior year and I didn't tell anyone that I was coming back. I decided to look my best, wearing my jean mini-skirt with a red halter top. The mini-skirt makes my legs look great. I've been told they go for miles. They could also outrun most of the boys at my school in Japan. My wavy dark brown hair hung down to my shoulder blades and accented my crystal blue eyes (contacts are a dream!). My body is perfectly tan from Japanese weather.
When I arrived at school, it looked exactly how I remembered it, but everyone was all grown up. I walked by a group of guys and was immediately greeted with cat calls and whistles. Did I mention that I'm glad that I'm not a tomboy anymore?
Walking through the halls to my locker, I spotted Mark right away standing with his soccer buddies in lettermans jackets and surrounded by girls. I decided not to let him know I was here. I walk by his group to see if I would be recognized. I knew I wouldn't be. Instead, I was once again greeted by whistles and a few jealous girlfriends slapping at their boys.
I laughed a little and looked back at them, giving them a smile before going to find my locker.
((Ok...so I need Mark. He's not gonna recognize me at first, but he's gonna attracted.))
