Gonna fall for you

The hazards of bike riding leads an impromptu and not so obvious confession.

 So I moved to this city called Pharmakon a few years ago, almost right after graduating high school, got a job delivering Italian food, and moved into a decent apartment. I spent my spare time siting in an internet cafe that doubled as a book store to read up on studies about just about anything; mythology to quantum physics. If I didn't feel like reading I played Minecraft adventuring around on servers mostly. I was always ready to talk and make friends with anyone. Most times people will talk with me, more often in the cafe, sometimes on the streets or in the restaurant I work at -I keep it brief there though. Some people would turn there nose at me or just glare, so I left them be.

 I made a number of friends, mostly girls as I was more comfortable with them. I figure that's 'cause my mom raised me on her own and she was as much my friend as my mother, and she still is.

 Honestly though a number of girls, and some guys thought I was flirting with them. A few pointed it out because they felt a little bothered or confused by it, some tried making moves on me, but when ever the need came, I quickly explained that I had a bit of a personality disorder. I am very friendly and compassionate; I treated everyone equal regardless of gender (physical and mental), sexuality, religion, race, age, and disability. I am flirtatious without realizing it, I'm blunt but politely so, and I feel little to no negative emotion. I have only ever shed tears of pain and never got anymore upset then mild frustration. I can act angry, enraged, sad, heart broken, but I never have actually been so.

 There is one person I do treat a little bit differently if I'm going to be completely honest. I got pretty close to this person. She's a bit like me in not being concerned about this or that, she's aggressive in a good way, likes to tease and play around. On the other hand, she isn't as open; there are a number of things -I'm sure- that she doesn't say because of some insecurity and I'm sure she would never tell me everything... Not that that's a bad thing. She also eats most finger foods with cutlery, so weird.

 Anyway, we've become the best of friends and hang out a fair bit, chilling at each others places or bummin' around town. Over all that time I started to feel affectionate toward her. I've never proclaimed my feelings to her, I've never felt the need but if she told me I would look better bald, I'd shave my head. I would still have my limits even with her, but she can go farther with me then anyone else. Its funny, the first couple months we knew each other I had a habit of saying that I was gonna fall for her when she said or did something that made me feel good or special. Its even funnier if you know about a certain incident that happened recently.

 I was riding my old bike that I got from I-don't-know-where down to work; I was flyin' down a steep hill and I heard a truck coming up behind me. I swerved up on to the sidewalk. As the truck passed me by a small kid bounded out of a driveway, behind a hedge and right smack in my way. In my surprise I went to pull on the breaks which then broke. The stress of panic hit me and all I could see was that kid I was about to hit. I dodged back out into the street with a sharp turn. Now I'm in the middle of the street with someones horn blaring at me from behind and slamming on their own breaks. I uselessly peddle hard and turn further to the left where no cars were at the moment. I felt to be in the clear now; I moved up onto the sidewalk on the left side of the road, I put one hand on my chest well breathing deeply. My eyes closed for a second well did so and continued to coast down the hill. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a certain someone at the cross walk seconds in front of me, bopping along to some music. I wrenched the handle bars to the left so hard I went completely sideways and flipped over off my bike and skidded along on the pavement.

 When I finally stopped and looked up, Erica was kneeling over me in a panic trying to ask me if I was okay, where was I hurt... What I said, and All I said was: "I fell for you" before I passed out.

 I later woke up in the hospital covered in bandages and feeling grossly sore. I sprained my wrist and got a few stitches. It was a good thing I had my helmet or things would've been worse.

 Erica gave me a tongue-lashing for cracking that joke then; after making sure I was doing okay and pick me up of course. I enjoyed her concern.

 Back at my place, she stayed to cook me a bit of food and relax with me, but when we stared to get tired she started to prepare to leave. I didn't want her to go though so I said "Hey... Why don't you just stay the night?" She turned and watched me a second but didn't seem to know of any reply so I continued with my face going a little pink, "I did fall for you, you know."

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

I see this came about in a relationship in the end...and the filers in the middle has me stumble a bit --- but I went wit it and finished the entirety of your story...as I will put that as the end of my review for your reference and intake of the areas I'm talking about...the bike scene changes the pace from the start of this and picks it up a bit...as the rest takes you into the plot before the painful experience...that unfolds for him...here is the editing version for you:

So I moved to this city called Pharmakon, a few years ago, almost right after graduating high school, got a job delivering Italian food, and moved into a decent apartment. I spent my spare time sitting in an internet cafe that doubled as a book store to read up on studies about just about anything; mythology to quantum physics. If I didn't feel like reading, I played Minecraft adventuring around on servers mostly. I was always ready to talk and make friends with anyone. Most times people will talk with me, more often in the cafe, sometimes on the streets or in the restaurant I work at - I keep it brief there though. Some people would turn their nose at me or just glare, so I let them be.
I made a number of friends, mostly girls as I was more comfortable with them. I figure that's 'cause my mom raised me on her own and she was as much my friend as my mother, and she still is.
Honestly, though a number of girls, and some guys thought I was flirting with them. A few pointed it out, because they felt a little bothered or confused by it, some tried making moves on me, but whenever the need came, I quickly explained that I had a bit of a personality disorder. I am very friendly and compassionate; I treated everyone equal regardless of gender (physical and mental), sexuality, religion, race, age, and disability. I am flirtatious without realizing it, I'm blunt but politely so, and I feel little to no negative emotion. I have only ever shed tears of pain and never got any more upset then mild frustration. I can act angry, enraged, sad, heartbroken, but I never have actually been so.
There is one person I do treat a little bit differently, if I'm going to be completely honest. I got pretty close to this person. She's a bit like me in not being concerned about this or that, she's aggressive in a good way, likes to tease and play around. On the other hand, she isn't as open; there are a number of things - I'm sure - that she doesn't say because of some insecurity and I'm sure she would never tell me everything... Not that that's a bad thing. She also eats most finger foods with cutlery, so weird.
Anyway, we've become the best of friends and hang out a fair bit, chilling at each other’s places or bummin' around town. Over all that time I started to feel affectionate toward her. I've never proclaimed my feelings to her, I've never felt the need, but if she told me I would look better bald, I'd shave my head. I would still have my limits even with her, but she can go farther with me than anyone else. It’s funny, the first couple months we knew each other, I had a habit of saying that I was gonna fall for her, when she said or did something that made me feel good or special. It’s even funnier, if you know about a certain incident that happened, recently.

I was riding my old bike that I got from I-don't-know-where down to work; I was flyin' down a steep hill and I heard a truck coming up behind me. I swerved up on to the sidewalk. As the truck passed me by, a small kid bounded out of a driveway, behind a hedge and right smack in my way. In my surprise, I went to pull on the brakes, which then broke. The stress of panic hit me and all I could see was that kid I was about to hit. I dodged back out into the street with a sharp turn. Now, I'm in the middle of the street with someone’s horn blaring at me from behind and slamming on their own brakes. I uselessly peddle hard and turn further to the left where no cars were at the moment. I felt good to be in the clear now; I moved up onto the sidewalk on the left side of the road, I put one hand on my chest, while breathing deeply. My eyes closed for a second as well and continued to coast down the hill. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a certain someone at the cross walk, seconds in front of me, bopping along to some music. I wrenched the handle bars to the left so hard, I went completely sideways and flipped over off my bike and skidded along on the pavement.
When I finally stopped and looked up, Erica was kneeling over me in a panic trying to ask me if I was okay, were I hurt... What I said, and all I said was: "I fell for you", before I passed out.
I later woke up in the hospital, covered in bandages and feeling grossly sore. I sprained my wrist and got a few stitches. It was a good thing, I had my helmet or things would've been worse.
Erica gave me a tongue-lashing for cracking that joke then; after making sure I was doing okay and pick me up of course. I enjoyed her concern.

Back at my place, she stayed to cook me a bit of food and relax with me, but when we started to get tired, she started to prepare to leave. I didn't want her to go though so I said "Hey... Why don't you just stay the night?" She turned and watched me a second, but didn't seem to know of any reply, so I continued with my face going a little pink, "I did fall for you, you know."

read over and take from it --- and you'll have a sound story here with this work...

[Blayk McCartney]

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this! honestly, I can't really see what you changed but I get a good feeling you did a fair bit fixing spelling, grammar, and bits that upset the flow of it all. I guess this cause this is stuff I could never really get the hang of. in school I was in an easier English class. I moved to the standard class in my last year and nearly failed. my issues is I started reading late in my life but I really wanna be a writer regardless. Thank you again for your time even if a twit like me can't properly see what you've fixed... :(

[Glen Yumang Manese]

It's all practice and just comes into play for me...now...but I had the satisfaction of having great English teachers...and I came to the USA at age 6...not knowing a lick of English...but that was then...and this is now...thanks to those teachers or we would not be having this conversation...you're welcome...if you read the edited and your version -- you will see the changes...

[Blayk McCartney]

I've read it. it flows good and sounds like it did in my head well I was writing it but I still can't see the difference. I'd have to look at it like a spot the difference game and look hard without reading to see it I think... I'm sorry...