It was about eight ‘o clock Veronica was just leaving the candy store to go home. It was still raining hard. She was trying to cover her head with her jacket. While she was locking the front door of the store she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She was so frightened that she started to fumble with the keys. She lived in this neighborhood for all her life and couldn’t for the life of her figure out why she was so scared of being alone on the street. She had been working at the candy store since she was sixteen she didn’t know why she was so fearful. She looked around nervously. She suddenly felt a hand on her arm. She was so scared that she screamed. “Don’t worry it’s just me.” She turned around and saw Jimmy standing behind her with a smile on his face. “Don’t do that I thought you were an axe murderer or something!” Ronnie said. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jimmy replied.
“Oh that’s all right I may have over acted a little.” Ronnie locked the door to the store. “You wouldn’t mind if I walked home with you do you I mean it’s kinda dark and…” Her voice started to trail off, Jimmy was looking at her with a sort of a kind smile. She already knew what his answer was after all ever since Jimmy could drive he had driven her to and from school. She was the only person he would actually do favors for. “You know you don’t have to ask me I was gonna walk you home anyway.”
Jimmy and Ronnie started walking home. She felt safer when he was around he was like her knight in shining armor in a rebellious sense of the word. She knew that whenever she was in trouble she could always count on him to save her and she would also do the same for him. When they were walking Jimmy lit up a cigarette. He looked so forbidden when he did it, he was your typical rebel rouser he smoked, drove a motorcycle, belonged in a rock ‘n’ roll band and had over three tattoos. He looked tough, his jet black hair covered over his face but not too much so that you couldn’t see his piercing green eyes his smile was kind but only to the female gender. His clothes were especially unique. He wore a black leather jacket with tight blue jeans and dirty black boots. He stuck out in school especially when they were together. She was sweet and gentle looking, small and petite like a flower and he was tough and rugged looking. People would say things about them when they were together but she just ignored it especially when the popular girls would laugh and snicker it made things a little tougher for her to bear but she knew that she could never be as close to anyone else as she was to Jimmy. They were the only two in this world who understood each other. Not even their own families understood them. He made it possible for her to survive and she made him feel wanted and meaningful. As they walked on Veronica noticed that Jimmy was very quiet, usually he was very talkative, but tonight he was especially pensive. She knew there was something wrong and she could almost bet that it had something to do with what happened in the candy store this afternoon.
“Is something bothering you?” She asked. Jimmy inhaled from his cigarette and then threw it on the ground. “What makes you think there’s something wrong?”
“Oh come on Jimmy I’ve known you since we were three years old I know you almost as well as I know myself. So what’s wrong?” He stopped and faced her. “I’ve just been thinkin’ about what Jake and Scott said this afternoon. I mean if they think that way about me then everybody else must think I’m stupid too.”
“Don’t take it so personally you know that they only say those things because they know it bothers you. No one thinks your stupid I’m your best friend and I don’t think so.” She said. “That’s easy for you to say I mean everybody likes you.” Jimmy shrugged. “What do you mean everybody likes me?” She asked. “Oh come on Ronnie I see you talking to Jamie Adams and Tina Carlson all the time, they’re the most popular girls you know.”
“Jamie and Tina make fun of me constantly I wouldn’t call them friends.” Ronnie remarked. “Yeah but they only make fun of you when I’m around can’t you see I cramp your style, I’m the reason they say things about. If I wasn’t around who knows how popular you’d be!”
“I don’t want them Jimmy. I want you! You’re the only person in this world I can actually talk to if being popular means not having you then I’d rather die!”
“Do you mean that?” He asked. “Of course I do. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have let you be my best friend for all these years.” Jimmy smiled. “We’d better get you home before your dad has a fit he might think I kidnaped you or something.” They continued walking up the block.