A New Friend and She Might Be the One

I’d always been picked on for my size, topping out at 5’5″ on the dot at my tallest I was always the smallest throughout my school life. Ever since I started my second year of middle school the bullying began. I was a pretty decent goalie in soccer, played decent basketball despite being the shortest in the team, and had even taken up skateboarding during the weekends. I gradually lost interest in these as my interest in writing and English grew. I’d spend less time outside playing games in my spare time and instead spend it hunched over a piece of paper with a pencil. I finally ended up dropping all of my sports after my first year. Thankfully my parents were, and still are, supportive of me doing whatever I want as long as it can be productive and I enjoy doing it.

The downside however, was the friends lost from this decision. All my sports friends had stopped talking to me and had began bullying me for every little thing about me. My shortness, my Australian accent, my almost white blonde hair, even my name. You’d think a basic white name like George Brennan would be a bit of a mission to make fun of. However they would follow me around reciting an English nursery rhyme:

“Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry,

When the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.”

This did hurt. It felt like my identity was stripped away and I never really recovered from it. I bounced from hobby to hobby trying to find a place to fit in and make some newer, kinder friends. I tried everything. After-school game development and music were the ones that seemed to last the longest but I gave up on them after a few months.

Starting from my first semester as a freshman at high school, I became a theatre kid.

I never had an interest in it before that, always thought it was a bit of a waste of time. Who wants to be an actor? You have to get so lucky. So I never even considered doing it for just a bit of fun. Freshman year theatre class painted it in a new light. From then on, I was hooked. I’d go to the other shows the school put on. The “big budget” school productions and even the smaller ones the Junior and Senior classes put on. In Junior year, I decided to help with the productions. I had become part of the tech crew as well as continuing my theatre classes at school. After spending a few weeks learning the ropes on weekends and with only the main characters, we finally had a full dress rehearsal with all of the actors involved. That’s when I first saw her. We’d never met at this point. Even both doing theatre, there were two separate theatre classes and we were both in separate ones. So as I saw her walk out onto that stage I was stunned. She was a short girl, about 5’3″, had immaculate shoulder length platinum blonde hair and the most beautiful hazel eyes. Her tits were a bit big for a dancer, probably about a D cup and she had an ass to die for. I fell in love instantly, or at least what I thought was love then. The lights then went dark and the rehearsal began. I didn’t listen to my student teacher much as he was explaining the cues of the show to me. I just watched her. She danced incredibly and time seemed to slow down when she smiled. As we took a lunch break, I saw one of my friends in my theatre class, Daniel, walk up to her and start talking to her. Daniel was a larger guy. About 6’2″ but had a kind of lean “skinny-fat” body. He wasn’t fat, but he did have a small gut. I had known him since Elementary. We had been “friends” the entire time but didn’t really hang out too much until high school started, when he became one of my closest friends. If there was ANY chance to talk to this girl out of the blue without it seeming completely weird, this was the time.

I grabbed the bag of candy we had sitting on the tech booth desk and I walked down the stairs of the audience from the tech booth towards Daniel and the mystery girl. As I walked up, the nerves hit me but I still managed to stammer out

“Hey, good job you two” I said a bit quieter than normal, holding out the bag of gummy worms.

“Thanks man!” Daniel replied in a very light hearted tone, reaching into the bag. “You’d better be learning your cues. Don’t want you fucking us over on show night.” He was always very kind, albeit blunt. He’d tell you the truth no matter what and that’s just something you kind of had to accept. He said this with a bit of a smile though, so I knew he was kidding.

“Yeah you’d better not! Thank you though.” the girl laughed, reaching into the bag once Daniel had fished out a handful. Dammit. Even her laugh was perfect. I’m fucked.

“I actually don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Katherine, but you can just call me Kathy” she said with a smile, reaching her other hand out to shake mine. I grabbed it and shook. Thankfully didn’t fuck that one up.

“I’m George.” I struggled to think of a joke but I just smiled back and simply said “It’s nice to meet you.”

She just smiled, nodded, and let go of my hand.

“So how do you know Dan then?”

I was a bit taken aback from that. Nobody called him Dan, he was Daniel to everyone. He’d gotten into arguments with teachers over it. I simply raised my eyebrow and replied, not really wanting to point it out.

“Oh, we’ve known each other since elementary. Going on what, about 7 years Daniel?”

“Yeah that sounds about right” he nodded.