[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Stories.I'mKidding.Chapter1

Chapter One: No Really, I'm not.

It was a bright spring day near the lake. Birds were singing their songs, families were having picnics, somewhere in the South Atlantic, a whale was giving birth (as out of season as it may have been).
Our hero, a youth by the name of Ghitta Job (more commonly known as Ghit to his friends), was lulling about in a cherry tree that had just begun to bloom.
It was beautiful. Now, of course, when I say 'It' I mean the scenery. The cherry blossoms in the wind, the relatively calm surface of the lake, the birth of a whale. I do NOT mean the way Ghit was dressed.
Ghit was a punk, and, as such, he dressed like a punk. You know the sort. baggy black jeans, ear piercings, black t-shirt, and at least three belts (None of which were being used to hold up his pants.).
He was, however misconstrued as to what constituted as the acceptable number of belts on one person at a time, at least a fairly nice boy, which is why he is the Hero. After all, heroes are supposed to have redeeming qualities that most of us lack.
Though they don't always... but that's another story.
No, seriously. It is. And I refuse to tell it while it's still my book to write.
Anyways, like I was saying, it was beautiful and Ghit was in a tree.
Ghit was also humming one of those 'punk rock' songs to himself, which sort of ruined the mood considering how loud the song was supposed to be.
I suppose the other park goers could've considered themselves lucky that he didn't have an IPod, and that he didn't know the words. I know the birds were.
It was midafternoon, meaning that Ghit had successfully avoided an entire day at school, again. It was the third time since Spring had begun, but today was for a special reason.
He was here because he was celebrating the anniversary of the first time he skipped school, and what better way to celebrate?
'Truly' Ghit thought 'I must be a genius for thinking up these things.'
As he lay there, basking in his own ego, a girl of approximately his age (As a point of interest, she was exactly 5 months, 13 days, 6 hours, 43 minutes and 22 seconds his younger) came up to the tree and tossed a small handful of cashews up at him, knowing that he disliked nuts.
"Hey there, you bum. Ms. Jacobs was surprised because I wasn't yelling at you today. Said it was the first time she'd ever heard me quiet."
Her voice was delicate and soothing, despite the bitter edge she tried to put on it. It was a rather hopeless venture for her, she simply didn't have the right voice to be cruel. (The doctors only comment on this particular little fact was: "Well, I guess that means she'll be a little sweety then." After which she delivered a swift kick to his knee, and then held his gaze with a glare that could
probably kill if given enough time).
"Feh. 'Bout time you quieted down." Ghit replied while he brushed the nuts away, not bothering to look down at her.
If he had taken the time to look down at her, Ghit would've noticed that, despite her usual appearance, his friend was wearing a short black skirt, white t-shirt, and wore her hair in a long braid that swung down to her hips.
This was, of course, in stark contrast to the clothes she normally were, which looked almost exactly like what Ghit was wearing, except smaller, and with one more belt.
"So..." she started again slyly "Would you mind if I joined you?"
Of course Ghit, being a young man, accepted the proposal with a shrug and then, after realizing that her name hadn't yet been mentioned in the storyline, conveniently added "If you want to Jez."
Jez A. Belle quickly climbed the tree, despite how most girls would do such things, and sat down on a limb just a bit below where Ghit sat, making sure that no one could see up her skirt, as was necessary.
Not entirely necessary, however. Mostly because the last two guys (and, consequently, the ONLY two guys) to try were luckily found in time by some kids who were playing ball in that part of town. To this day they still swear they fell down some stairs, but considering where they were found, we can only assume that 'stairs' means 'the tallest building in the area'.
Even so, she made sure and then turned her head upwards towards Ghit again. "You'll fail if you skip too much, you know."
"Eh, what's there to fail? Pottery? We both know that I do all the homework two weeks in advance." Which was, oddly, true. Ghit was considered to be incredibly gifted mentally.
This baffles many, especially since he can't seem to figure out how many belts it takes to hold up pants that stay up anyways.
"True..." Jez started, trying to think up a better excuse for what she wanted to say "But you do miss out on all the interesting things at school."
"Like what new animal they're killing to make the 'soup of the day'?" He replied, always with a quick retort handy.
They both knew what she wanted to say, it was also why she was dressed the way she was, and what she wanted to say had something to do with why baby whales are born.
But not that part, you perverts. (To all those who didn't think it was that part, I apologize for assuming. But it's not like my readers don't almost always assume the worst.)
"Well..." with a small sigh, she let out a quick huff and went silent.
"Why don't you just say it?" Ghit asked, as he found a cashew he had missed under one of his belts which he quickly flicked away. "It'd take less time, and we could maybe enjoy the afternoon in stead of this whole 'awkward silence' thing that you seem to enjoy so much."
Jez did enjoy awkward silences, that much was true. It made things interesting to see just how long you could make them last. She disliked it, however, when she was the one who was silent because of it, and not the one causing it
"Fine. Hey Ghit."
"Ya?"
"Do..."