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Bobby’s face turned red as he tired looking at her. “Well, ..ahh.. maybe…we’ll see… I guess” he tired to act cool, but he knew he was crashing and burning. His hero’s in comic books had no problem with talking to girls. He wished he could be like them for a moment. It looked so easy in comic books to talk to girls. He figured when someone else is writing the script is easy, but in real life it’s harder then it seems.
Sandy looked at Sam “It’s to bad I missed your show today, maybe I’ll see it some other time”
Sam felt a rush run through his veins, he tired holding back his excitement and play it cool. No one in his class ever cared about seeing their plays, but now Sandy was asking about them, of all people to inquire. He tired thinking of something to say while looking cool. He could feel his mouth going dry. “Yeah, true… ahh… good idea…”
Jane looked at Kyle “Isn’t it funny how you guys got your name, being called the cry wolves gang.”
“Yeah…I guess it is kinda funny,” Kyle said, wanting to say more, but his mind was blank. He was sure she would never talk to him again.
Jane laughed a little “Not to long ago you guys were always running up and down these streets making up silly stories trying to fool everyone. Because of it everyone now calls you the cry wolves gang.”
Kyle nodded, “Yeah ... that’s true” he could feel his heart beating quickly.
Jane looked at Timmy. “Looking forward to your favorite music group Fly by Night coming in tomorrow?”
Timmy jumped when she starting talking to him. “Oh sure… they’re cool. Can’t wait to meet them… or I mean see them singing ... that is” he could feel his face turning red. He figured when the time came to speak to a girl as pretty as Jane he wouldn’t mess up, but he found himself crashing and burning just like the rest of the guys. So much for being a hero like he always wanted to be. Did action heroes have this much difficulty talking to girls?
“Well, we have to head off now,” Sandy said with a smile “We need to drop of some things at home and right after we’ll be making our way over to the meet and greet in a few minutes. Hope to see you guys around this weekend”
They smiled at the boys and walked away down the sidewalk with a few shopping bags in their hands.
The boys could only watch them walk away, each one with a smile in their face feeling lost in a dream for what seemed like an eternity.
“Sure cool… maybe at the concert” Sam called out as he watched the two girls turn the corner at the end of the street. Now his mind was filled with a million things to say. Of course countless thoughts came to him now, after they were gone. Nothing ever changed. Whenever the girls were around either on the street or in school he couldn’t think of anything to say, but as they where walking away all this thoughts and imagination came back to him in a heartbeat. He could only imagine how funny and witty he could be if he could just stay cool when the girls were around.
Bobby watched as the two girls turn the corner and he called out. “Good, to…. to talk to you” He tried thinking of something better, but nothing came to mind.
Timmy and Kyle were still frozen with fear to say anything or wave.
Sam felt lower then zero. To say disappointed would be an under statement. It looked so easy for all the other guys in class to talk to girls, but they we’re just a group of geeky kids who couldn’t talk to girls if there lives depended on it. They could stand on any stage in front of a large group and act out a play, but when it came to talking to girls they were hopeless.
He knew she was right about them being called the cry wolves’ gang. They used to make up bizarre stories and run around town trying to fool everyone. It started a year ago when the four of them were having a sleep over at Bobby’s house in the living room and watched a low budget B movie about a guy who tried to warn the public about evil robots who disguised themselves as humans who planed on attacking earth. No one would believe him until it was to late.
It got the guys debating for an hour if it were possible to convince the public of something that was true, but sounded crazy and absurd. Timmy pointed out the man in the movie was running around town acting like a lunatic. Franticly running from building to building and house to house screaming and carrying on about the evil robots. Of course no one would believe him. If he had slowed down and taken his time maybe everyone would’ve taken him seriously. Bobby said it would be impossible to get anyone to believe such a story no matter how calm you tried to explain it. He said some stories are simply too impossible for the public to except because they sound too incredible to be true. He said no matter how much evidence you have; some stories are too bizarre for the average person’s to except and history will always question whether it really happened.
Timmy wanted to put it to the test and the others agreed. They had to find out for themselves if it could happen. The next day they broke up into two groups. Bobby and Kyle ran around one side of town in a panic, frankly telling everyone about evil robots wanting to take over the earth as Timmy and Sam walked around the other side of town warning everyone of the same threat, but in a calm relaxed voice. Neither group was successful at getting anyone to believe them, but they did have a lot of fun. So they decided to make up more stories. For the next few months they ran around town with wild crazy stories, each one more wacked out then the one before. Trying to convince everyone they were real. They even ran into the police station from time to time trying to convince the police chief to investigate their claims. Until the chief told them they had to stop and suggested they take their wild stories and imaginations to a stage and entertain people instead of trying to scare them. He was the first one to call them the cry wolves’ gang. Upon hearing it, they liked it and decided to use it. The kids loved the idea of being on stage; Timmy’s mom came up with the idea of performing for the seniors once a month. They used time after school to write the scripts and rehearse.
As much as they enjoyed performing on stage, each one deep down inside wanted something more; they wanted fame and fortune in the big city. They knew if they could achieve fame and fortune the girls in town would be sure to notice them and talking to them wouldn’t be so difficult.
They continued to quickly make there way up Main Street’s sidewalk towards the massive waiting crowd. Sam looked around at the one-story mom and pop stores that lined the both sides of the street. Businesses that have been up and running for decades, handed down to each new generation. Storeowners knew all the kids who came inside; they watched them grow over the years. Everyone knew each other’s kids. The town had no reason for any high school reunions, everyone saw their former classmates when picking up their own children from grade school or walking the dog in the park.
Other streets throughout town had businesses and stores, but Main Street was the place to be, everyone like chilling out on a Friday night by walking up and down the sidewalks and chatting with friends. It was also known for circling the massive park right in the center of town. The decades old wooden bandstand stood in the center of the park. Huge events would be held there throughout the year.
Sam liked living in Springbrook Gardens. Sure it was a small town and an average kid would’ve preferred a larger city. Giving teenagers something more to do. A type of place where the town didn’t shut down after the sun went down, maybe a place with a cool nightclub or bar.
“Located in the middle of nowhere” visitors always pointed out. “Next to impossible to find on a map”, they would say after arriving at the Springbrook Gardens Inn to stay for a night or two. However, the residences of Springbrook Gardens would tell visiting guests they liked it quiet. The isolation was the town’s biggest selling point. Surrounded by a massive forest. No rowdy late night bars, or discos. No such thing as rush hour traffic or crime, just good old-fashioned stores and people you knew from way back when. A place where neighbor’s greeted each other on the sidewalks with a smile and kids walked the family dog after school and finished there homework before dinner. A town that fel
l quiet at dinnertime, as families would sit around the dining room table in their Victorian houses built long ago. Everyone knew each other, no such thing as secrets in this town. If you came here you had a reason. No one came by, just for a visit.
For months everyone in town had been in a complete buzz ever since the mayor’s surprise announced of the military coming by for a weekend meet and greet. Up until then, the biggest news going around town was the harmful insect making its way across country had been spotted near Springbrook Gardens forest. The mayor was contacted and informed the military would send a helicopter to dust the forest, but to his surprise the General contacted him personally and suggested the idea of a whole military platoon coming by as well for a once and a life time meet and greet with the town’s people. The mayor was caught of guard. He was surprised anyone even knew the town existed in the first place, much less care about bringing a whole military platoon for a meet and greet. The General said it would be a wonderful thing. Why have something as dull and depressing like a boring helicopter fly over a forest during the night dusting for a harmful insect when you can have something as exciting as a military platoon meeting the kids of a small town for a