Nobody's Hero Chapter 7

1983:

Click.

Jon shut his suitcase, while the red suede cowboy boots walked into the living room of his parents house.

"Well," he hesitated, looking at me. "Are you sure you're not coming?"

"I wouldn't want to bother you guys," I said.

He laughed as he set his suitcase down. "You wouldn't bother the devil if you told him hello, Clover."

I loved it when he called me Clover, even more than I did when he called me Kmae. He called me Clover because I was almost pure Irish, which he loved about me.

But, part of me was still that Norwegian spunk that he loved also.

"I guess I could..." I said.

He smiled. "That's my girl."

"You mean your Runaway?"

"That, and you're also my Clover."

I smiled, standing up, and giving him a small kiss. "I'll go get my stuff packed."

"Need help?"

I smiled a flirty smile. "Yeah, I do."

He tried to tickle me as I ran up the stairs, yelling "stop!" very loud.

"If I stopped, I wouldn't be able to love you," he laughed.

"You could still love me minus the tickling!"

He smiled as he grabbed my waist and threw me onto the bed, kissing me.

"I think I better get packed," I laughed with my hands still tangled in his soft hair.

He still had his lips pressed slightly on mine. "Alright, but I'll get you later, alright?"

"Don't forget!" I smiled, kissing him more then pulling away.



"How many bras do you need?" Jon laughed, holding one in the air.

"Girls don't wear one for a month!" I laughed. "I've only got nine of them."

"You don't need them," he laughed.

I shot him a look. "Are you saying I don't have boobs?"

"I never said that."

"Yeah you did."

He laughed, throwing it to me. "What I meant was, I like it better when you don't have one on."

I rolled my eyes. "Keep on dreaming."

"Oh yes I will," he said, with an evil smile curled upon his lips.

"NOT THAT WAY."

He laughed, and then zipped up my suitcase. "Well, you ready?"

"Of course!"

Nobody's Hero Chapter 6

My gaze ripped away from John as he looked over. "What's wrong?"

"Bobby's here," David yelled.

John looked back over. "I'm really sorry, I've got to go.."

"No worries," I said, putting on a fake smile.

He walked up the beach, leaving me in a trail of sadness, which was odd, knowing that I hardly knew him and we had just kissed.

I went back to my beach towel, Laying back down in the summer heat.







"Kmae, when are you gonna quit tanning? It's almost seven."

I turned over, and saw John again, almost a shadow beyond the dawn turning sky.

"I'm done," I said. "I think I'm gonna go change..."

"Why?" he shot back.

I think he realized there was only a piece of fabric between us.

"Because it's getting cold out," I said.

He sat down beside me. "Did you think I got too close?"

"No," I said, "I actually kinda liked it. But aren't you dating Dorothea?"

"No," he said. "We dated for a month in March, before you switched History classes."

"Oh," I said.

He looked at me, with that sweet smile. "You're too cute."

I blushed. "Thank you."

He looked over at the waves, making chills go down my spine. "So, do you like Richie?"

"He's cool," I said.

"Not as cool as me," Jon said.

"If you're so cool, then why doesn't your hotness melt anything?"

He laughed, and then gazed at me. "You are really pretty, you know."

I felt his voice melt me. "I haven't noticed." Why did I just say that?

He slowly got closer to me, until his breath could be felt on my body, sending chills up my spine.

Then, he pressed his warm lips to mine.

Nobody's Hero Chapter 5

"Who's that?" I heard a voice from behind me.

"That's Kmae Bruce," John's voice said.

I turned back around. "I told you not to bring him over here," I said through my teeth.

"You're such a bitch sometimes, you know?" John said, and laughed.

I took off my sunglasses so I could see Richie better. He was cute, with brunette long hair, like Jon.

"Are you the same age as us?" I asked.

"No, I graduated last year."

"Wow, you're three years older."

"Yup," he smiled.

I was actually liking him. "So, how long have you known Jon?"

"Long enough," Richie laughed. "He told me EVERYTHING about you."

"Oh god," I said.

"No, I mean like how you like music and stuff."

"Yeah, I do."

"I play guitar," he smiled.

"Really? I usually just sing, but I can play the piano. I played the clarinet in band."

"Maybe I could teach you," he smiled wider.

I nodded. "Maybe you could."

John laughed. "Kmae, you wanna go swimming?"

"That sounds fun," I turned to Richie. "Maybe we could talk again later?"

"Yeah," he said, with a smile. "Seeya later."

John ran down to the beach as I dropped my sunglasses and ran after him.

"Slow down!" I yelled, laughing as I ran down the beach with him.

"Catch me if you can!" he yelled, running into the warm beach.

I finally caught up to him, laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Do you ever feel like I'm awesomer than you?"

"No," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his too.

He was so beautiful, I wanted to take a picture.

He began to lean in, and I didn't pull away. This moment was too perfect to want to stop.

"Am I rushing?" he questioned, centimeters away.

I put my forehead against his. "Nope, unless if I am."

"No," he smiled. His eyes, they were so blue. It looked as if he had blue marbles in his eyes. I loved them.

"John!"

The voice startled both of us as we pulled apart, without a single word.

Nobody's Hero Chapter 4

"I don't know," I said. I actually didn't want to see the cutest guy ever.

"Please?" David begged.

"Fine," I groaned. "When'd he say he was coming?"

"Soon," David said, "I hope."

And as soon as he said it, I felt an arm wrap around me.

"Hey hey hey!" John's voice said.

"Finally," David groaned. "You are a little late."

"I'm sorry, me and my brother were messing around," he looked at me. "You're wearing a bikini?"

"What's wrong with that?" I said, gripping my bag tighter.

"Nothing," John said. "But now I get to look at you better."

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped.

David shot me a look. "Well, where to?"

"Richie's not here yet," John chimed in.

"Who's Richie?" I asked.

Jon rolled his eyes. "Just a friend."

I shrugged. "I don't give a fuck if he's the pope."

"Your mother!" John exclaimed with laughter.

I smiled, and laughed. "I'm going tanning over by the waves."

"We'll come over when Richie's here."
I rolled my eyes and then went to the beach, laying my towel out, and tanning. My sunglasses were laying next to me, so I put them on.

I thought about John. Why did he like me? Me of all the people who could like.

But then again, there's David. Dave was my best friend, other than my friend Krystal, who was my actual best friend. Complicated, I know.
Krystal had told me that when John had moved to the Sayreville War Memorial High School, he and her had dated for a year. Now, they absolutely cannot get along, depending on the subject.

I had always been a loner. Well, not a loner, a single person. I didn't like how everything was when you were in a relationship, especially what happened after John and Krystal had broken up and weren't friends anymore. I didn't want that to happen between me and Dave. He was everything to me, and I couldn't lose that.

"Where's Kmae?" John said, walking in my sunlight.

"She's in happy land as you stand in the way of a bitch about to punch you out."

"Ouch."

"Please move," I pleaded, lifting my sunglasses up.

John moved over, and then folded his arms across his chest. "Aren't you going to come and see Richie?"

"No," I snapped.

"Why not?"

"Because," I said.

"Tell me," he groaned.

I rolled my eyes, and put my sunglasses back over my eyes. "I'm trying to tan."

"I'll go get him then," he laughed, and sprinted away.

"John!" I yelled. "Get back here!"

John ignored me, running away.
I rolled back over, feeling the warm sun on my body. I didnt want John to bring Richie over to me.

Nobody's Hero Chapter 3

It was the summer of '78. I had just moved to New Jersey, and it was almost my Junior year of highschool. I was always a different person in my mind. I wore the short shorts, I had the long brunette, curly hair. My wardrobe was all band t-shirts. I wasn't normal, I was different.

But HIM on the other hand, my god. I couldn't describe his perfectness. His beauty. He had the perfect, shoulder length, curly brunette hair that most guys didn't have. He was unique, wearing plaid t-shirts and jeans with rips in them.

He had always been from New Jersey, but me on the other hand, came from Iowa. My accent was "cute" to everybody, but he saw something different about it. He saw the beauty behind me.






July, 1978.

I casually walked to the beach, bag slumped over my shoulder, and shorts, and bikini on. I felt naked. I normally didn't wear bikinis. They weren't my type. I wasn't girly, I was more of a "shoot-first-ask-questions-later" type of girl, who wasn't afraid of anything. Yes, I was a little bit of a tomboy, but I was always proud of the character trait.

I could hear the cool waves crashing on the beach, as stepped onto the warm sand, which became cool as it was inbetween my toes. I could almost feel the water on my face. I loved the beach.

"Kmae!" a male's voice yelled.

I looked over, and saw my friend, David Rashbaum, standing on the edge of the warm sand.

"Hi David!" I smiled. I walked over to him.

David Rashbaum was a friend of mine, who went to the same highschool as me. He invited me to come to the beach in the first place. He was almost my best guy-friend.

"You're lookin' good!" He smiled, and laughed.

I blushed. "You too."

He looked around. "Have you seen John?"

"John? I don't know who you're talking about...."

"Bongiovi. You know, the one you sat next to in History."

"Oh, yeah. The guy who cheated off my test."

David laughed. "That'd be him."

"What about him?"

David shook his head. "He's coming over to the beach. I invited him."

I rolled my eyes. "Really?"

"He likes you," David says. "Can't you get along with him?"