Love Notes

Chapter 7-Maverick



After practice, I head straight home. My mom is sitting in the living room snuggled with my dad who has fallen asleep on the couch. I am very fortunate to have a great set of parents who are still married and love each other complete with a gross amount of groping when I’m in or out of the room. Despite their gross PDA, I am very close to my parents. There isn’t much that I don’t feel comfortable telling them and we have what we call an open door policy. Because of this, they also know when something is going on with me.

As soon as I sit down in the chair across from them, my mom picks up on my attitude. “How was practice Maverick?” I nod my head up and down and tell her good. “Okay, well if practice was good then what’s going on in your head?” she asks. I know the minute I tell her she will freak but in a good way. My mom has waited for the day that I finally discuss a girl with her. Knowing that this is a discussion I need her help on, I start to talk.

“So I’ve met this girl,” I begin. Just like that my mom gets this instant smile and perks up. “Wait, I think she hates me though.” I recount the whole day to my mom. Explaining the start of the day to the end where I scared the absolute crap out of her and even further telling her my thoughts on the sadness I detected in Charlie.

My mom listens quietly and patiently and then begins to speak. “Maverick, I don’t think she hates you. From what you’ve told me I think she is just shy and might have things going on that you aren’t aware of. You just met her.”

“But that’s the thing,” I tell her. “I just met her but I feel something already. There is just something about her that speaks to me.”

“Well it’s about time you found someone worthy enough to feel this way about. Sometimes you just know.”

I start shaking my head as my thoughts are filled with doubt. “This soon though, really?”

My mom starts to interject. “Maverick, first off, you're only a senior in high school so I don't really want you getting that serious about a girl. Having said that, I’ve never known you to have any feelings for any girl. Ever. If you have some type of feelings for Charlie then you need to listen and explore them. Sometimes you just know. I did with your father.”

Well this conversation is now over. I love the advice my parents give, but when it gets to the point that mom starts talking about their love affair, it’s time to put the brakes on. “Okay, I will give it some thought. Thanks for the talk, mom,” I say as I head to my room.

I shower and get ready for bed, and again can’t help thinking about Charlie. She is now consuming my every thought. There were so many other things I noticed about her. I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t look at her ass as she walked out of class.

I mean like a nice ass. Not too much, and not too little–perfect.

What can I say? I’m a guy, I notice these things.

So, of course as I'm trying to go to sleep the only thing I can see when I shut my eyes is Charlie. Her brown hair with just a hint of red to it, her brilliant dark blue eyes, her lips that are just so damn kissable, and that smile she was sporting as she talked to Tori. I loved seeing that smile on her face, and I want to be the one to put one there.

After a sleepless night, I decide that today is the day. I'm going to make more of an effort to talk to Charlie. And lucky for me, I start my day with her in history and end my day with her in choir.

I start pulling clothes out of my dresser and find myself seriously contemplating what I’m going to wear. What the hell am I thinking? I have never cared before. This girl Charlie is doing wicked things to my head. She makes me think and care about things I never have before. But why?