:Chapter 1: Love At First Sight - Part I:


{greg}I sighed. Finally, school was over and I could depart home. It wasn't one of those days where I had two classes to attend and freely go home. I had five classes straight in a row, without any breaks, free periods, or study halls, which was huge torture. I was exhausted, tired, hungry, fatigue, and stressed. I couldn't wait to get home and play with my Play Station 2. Video games usually relaxed me and allowed me take out my anger on it. Maybe I could write another song with my guitar for one of my upcoming solo concerts. Or, maybe play an endless game of Candy Land with Daniella. I adored my little sisters, especially Daniella. She was shy and quiet, by really fun to hang with. She was only eight years old, but hey, she's a cool kid. I don't know what I'd do without the help and love of my sisters.

As I swiftly strolled by the crowded locker hallway, I took brief glimpses and glances at the couples in my grade. They all looked so happy and in love. Kisses, hugs, flirting, drama. It looked quite fun and wonderful. I wish I had a girlfriend. I wasn't desperate; I was lonely. Ever since the break up of Dream Street, I was confused and devastated, but happy. I got to go solo and have it my own way. I got to perform my songs live on stage for my biggest and best fans in the world, but the saddest part I highly missed was performing with my best buds. Frankie, Jesse, Matt, Chris, and I had so many cherished memories throughout our past three years of Dream Street. They were my best friends and I knew, no one could ever replace them, but it still wasn't just the same. I couldn't erase what had happened in the past with an eraser board or travel back into time with a special device, but I just wish I had known the trouble coming for Dream Street. Okay, I was exaggerating and getting dramatic over the past. I had to do my best to try to put it all behind me.

"Hey, Greg!" one of my friends waved at me. He had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, happily. They looked perfect together, just like Romeo and Juliet. I felt a weak lump in my throat; I didn't have a love life. Why couldn't I get a girlfriend or at least a date? Why? Pour quoi? Was I not good looking? Okay, Greg Raposo. Stop thinking negatively and pessimistically. It is not healthy, so let's put all this nonsense to an end.

I weakly opened the school doors and walked down the carefully cemented footsteps. I had my hands inside my jean pockets, accompanied by my head facing down. The giggling and voices of the cheerleading squad allowed me to come back to reality. They were huddled in a corner, with their boyfriends. They were popular and beautiful, which I amazingly admired. What did those boys have what I didn't?

"Hi, there," a sweet innocent female's voice suddenly greeted me. I glared through the corner of my 20/20ed pupils to get a glance of this girl. Even though only see the side reflection of her, she was gorgeous. I immediately shifted my weight around and faced towards her.

"Hey." I smiled, shyly. I could feel my cheeks burning redder by the moment. I had a swarm of butterflies flying around my stomach; why the heck was that happening? There was a moment of awkward silence, which gave me a great opportunity and chance to deeply gaze into those almond-shaped eyes of hers. They were brown, better yet, chocolate-y brown. Yuck; my least favorite food was chocolate, but those eyes of hers were so mesmerizing and indescribable. I couldn't look away. There was something about them that immediately attracted me. Could it be the way they sparkled or dazzled? Or the way she perfectly blinked? She had long lashed eyebrows, accompanied by an estimated amount of three layers of mascara. She didn't need make up; she was radiant and exquisite.

"So, why do you look so sad?" she asked, randomly. "Are you okay?" she was curious, but loving and caring. I could tell she had a warm and nice heart, with deep feelings and sympathy. I spotted a slight does of lavender eye shadow worn over her eyelids; it was all glittery and sparkly. Her eyebrows were carefully, but spectacularly, plucked. They were kind of curvy, but irresistible.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I responded, chuckling. I felt shy, but comfortable around her. She laughed; she had a different guffaw from other girls. It was sweet and remarkable. It was real and bubbled up somewhere deep inside her, like ripples in a pond or lake. The sound of it was soothing and relieving, which allowed me to shiver.

"By the way, I'm Bree," she introduced herself, confidently and cutely. Bree. I liked that name and I liked her. Her name was different, but pretty. She was hyper, but outgoing and wonderful. She had dazzling and white perfectly delineated teeth. The transparency of the sun shined down at the tip of her shiny and silky light golden brown chest length hair, which cascaded over her perfectly postured shoulders.

"Just Bree? No last name, Ms. Random?" I teased, jokingly. She tittered at my joke. I liked someone who could laugh at my jokes with me and she was perfectly categorized into that section.

"Why? Are you going to stalk me?" she joined in the laughter. I accidentally snorted a laugh, which caused her to guffaw even more. Her face was tanned; it had appeared as if she had come back from the Caribbean or something. Those dimples of hers were 360-degreed circle shaped, accompanied by ravishing and marvelous looks. The way her nose crinkled was adorable, just like her. A few freckles ran over her nose, just like an arch. She had small and tiny shaped nostrils. There were so many uncountable physical characteristics of Bree that immediately caught my attention; this list could go on forever, just like a circle, or better yet, Santa Claus's "Naughty or Nice" list.

"Dude, you're giving me such a hard time!" I mocked, playfully. We laughed, as my eyes were glued on her ambrosial washboard stomach, accompanied by abs. Dang, her body was thin and slim. There wasn't a single ounce of fat on it. She looked coy dressed in a baby pink colored chest-fit Summer non-sleeved tank-top, accompanied by the logo "Abercrombie Kickboxing" across the front, tight faded jeans, and Adidas Superstars with black stripes running down the sides. Hey, they just like a clone of mine, only the shoes I owned had silver lines! The way she brushed her hair out of her face was curvaceous. She was an addiction, like a drug. Once you stop, the fun doesn't stop! I sang the lyrics to "Sugar Rush" inside my head. I moved my gaze upwards from her feet to her butt. Bree had awfully and adorably small feet, maybe even tinier than Amanda's! She had a sublime butt; it was perfect, just the right size. Okay, I was getting a little pheneomal and descriptive with the details here, buy hey, what can I say? She was just so immaculate. Everything about Bree seemed quintessence.

"I'm Bree Vitale. Now, Mr. Nosey, would you like to even know my middle name?" she teased, jokingly. I enamored her sense of humor. I was the type of guy who was shy around girls, but being with Bree allowed myself to be relaxed and comfortable.

She appeared to be wearing a golden cross necklace around her neck. It looked just like the one Jesse always wore. Those rosebud and picturesque lips of hers were pinky and shiny, like she wore layers of lip-gloss. I remember a fan asking me over the internet for the Ask Greg section on my official website, about what my favorite type of lip gloss was! It was hilarious and funny, but to be frankly honest, I seriously don't have an answer! I detected the scent of Bree's lip-gloss: strawberry! Mmm; I loved the smell of that. It was sweet, tasty, and fruity. I also spotted she had three ear piercings on both sides of her ears. This girl was too good to be true. I felt I'd been blessed with a special and unforgettable gift from God.

"Did you just say dude?" I mocked her, as I was still in hysterics. I continued to glimpse at her physical characteristics. Bree was much shorter than me, about up to the height of my chest. It was okay, though. I always thought by the motto "short is resplendent." Around her right miniature wrist, her silver chained Tiffany brand bracelet dangled. She had golden-pale hairless skin. Bree's cheeks were stunning and rosy pink. She also had oval-shaped ruby red sparkly painted nails. I wish this moment could last forever.

"Maybe. What if I did?" she playfully threatened me.

"I'll have to tell my Mommy and she'll tell yours!" I joked, speaking in a childlike voice. We both experienced another moment of laughing and then, came an awkward moment of silence. It gave me another good opportunity to drool over eye-filling and superior Bree.

"So, you still haven't told me your name, yet." Bree clarified. I blushed, shyly and embarrassedly. "Aw! Don't be sad; get glad!" she quoted the line from that Glad TV commercial. I jubilated, again. I felt such like a dork for not even telling her my name!

"I'm Greg. Greg Raposo." I politely and manly struck out my hand, when she rejected. Uh-oh! Could she possibly know about my participation in Dream Street? Or maybe I was too ugly and not good enough for her?! Holy frikking frack! At that moment, I began to sweat, accompanied by a swarm of butterflies running through my grumbling stomach. I could feel the rhythm of my heartbeat beating faster by the second. I hope Bree didn't hate me or was going to say something insulting.

"Raposo?" she incorrectly duplicated my name. I nodded my head, jittery. "Wait! Is your cousin Joe Raposo, the composer for Sesame Street?" she randomly guessed.

Whoa! This was freaky, but cool and interesting. She was like the Raposo family encyclopedia!

"Yup, he's my distant cousin, but unfortunately, I never met him because he died when I was only nine years old." I answered. She suddenly placed her soft and warm hand into mine. I responded to her actions by squeezing it tightly.

"I'm sorry, Greg, but at least you know he's safe in heaven with the angels and God. Don't worry. My grandfather will take care of him. Your uncle is in the safe hands of the Lord." Bree sympathetically spoke. "Come on! I'll treat you to some ice cream! My treat, Greg," she suggested, perking and enlightening up the teary Kodak moment. She was so outgoing and optimistic about life.

A smile spread across my face and I continued to gently hold her hand. She led the way to treat us to ice cream. On our way to the promenade, she began asking questions about myself: Where did I live? Where did I go to school? What were some of my hobbies? Did I have any siblings?

Bree Vitale was belle, charming, gorgeous, funny, smart, cute, intelligent, superb, sleek, glossy, comely, prepossessing, and just culminated. I prayed this moment would last forever….. </td> <td colspan=1 height=146></td> </tr> </table> </body> </html>