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    I Don't Ring Doorbells
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    I'm your regular teenage boy. I have average grades, love sports, and have a good time with my video game system as well. And, yes, I've had crushes. It's the total point of puberty, I swear! It just gets us into girls...or boys. Yeah, I'd rather not mention much on that subject, it's quite delicate - though I must assure you, I'm straight. So, yeah, I've had crushes. One was on my next door neighbor and best friend, Jennifer when we were around 10-ish. Man, was she pretty.

    First, I started to avoid her. I just felt embarassed that I might say soemthing stupid and whatnot, or, if I really was feeling lovey dovey, jump on her and god-knows-what next. But, then, my mom told me that avoiding Jennifer would be no good for both of us. (We're really close compared to a regular guy and his mom. I feel comfortable talking to Mom about crushes and stuff, since she knows.) Her mom had talked to my mom about how lonely Jennifer had felt when I gave her a cold shoulder. Jennifer had never been good at making friends with girls, and all the other boys... well, let's just the words, "potty mouths" and "perverts" and nothing else, how about it?

    After my mom had given me a good dose of confidence, I marched like a dork over to Jennifer's house. I knocked on the door, brimming with a sure feeling in my belly. Her mom answered the door and smiled at me warmly. I had always come over since the day I was born (probably), and so had Jennifer, so no awkward feelings were felt. Unfortunately, Jennifer was at a swim meet somewhere northeast of our little town of Crystyl Valley. So, after a nice talk and snack, I left.

    The next day, and the day after that, I walked over and knocked on the door. Jennifer never answered, and was never there. I started to lose hope. I tried, one last time. I sauntered over, my heart pounding from both curiousity and fear, and - this time, and this time alone - rang the doorbell. The door swung open, behind it was...Jennifer.

    My mouth was dry. My mind was blank and my brain cells had disinegrated. What was I doing here? Who was I talking to? How did I get here? When did I get so cocky? was all that had been fumbled around into semi-thoughts.

    I couldn't say anything, and when Jennifer called my name, I semi-heard her. "I-I'll t-t-ta-talk to y-you la-later." I managed to stutter, and I ran off. It was just that Jennifer being there had excited me (She actually wanted to see me!) and shocked me. So Ijust responded politely as I could...and took off, I guess. Bad choice for me. In order for that to never happen again...I just.... I don't ring doorbells. Ever.