Twelve Steps (A Modern Almost Love Story)

Oh to be young....

 

     Twelve short steps and an eternity in my mind.  My stomach grumbled a bit. The peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had for lunch had long since wore off, allowing for plenty of room for the one thousand butterflies to flit and fly at will. She was beautiful, not sunset beautiful or beautiful like a bouquet of flowers. She was blessed with a universal depth and beauty that I was sure no one, not even God would have been able to look directly at without squinting.  I chuckled to myself at this thought,cheesy as it was it was true, but I also though that God would have a badass pair of Maui Jims so it really wouldn’t bother him at all.

     At eleven steps to go I started to notice the sweat.  Dripping from the back of my hair and between my over starched shirt and back, rolling unhindered down the curve of my spine and ultimately depositing in the waist band of my underwear. I knew what the last song was going to be, always a slow song, it would be Sailing by Christopher Cross, my friend Frankie was the DJ, he would hook me up. It was a song that rarely penetrated the radar of my hard rock sensibility, but it was epically long, allowing for all kinds of thoughts that would eventually lead to no action while dancing.  Yeah….but just the thoughts were enough some times.

     I would like to say steps ten through three were as memorable, but I don’t really remember, they flew by in a horny haze that left me dizzy and hoping the ghost in my pants wouldn’t wake prematurely. I didn’t need to wield a subpar weapon into this foray.  She was standing near the stage of the gymnasium.  The gym, had been transformed into a romantic hotbed of raging hormones and inadequate lighting, the disco ball creating a mood that felt like a full blown orgy could happen at anytime.  Four out of twenty yellowish sodium vapor lights cast a backyard party glow, and the ruby red exit sign gave a red light district quality to a normally sweaty and competitive space.

     She was talking to Wendy Crump.  Wendy Crump hated me, but as it usually happens, she was her best friend and I am sure that most of my longing glances, inadvertent brushes, and inappropriate mumblings were heavily scrutinized in their teenage girl conversations.  It mattered not on this night.  I was fresh off a speech from my father, who, being my biggest fan, said not to be afraid of rejection because, who knows?

     Step two introduced a fresh wave of anxiety.  I straightened my tie and shirt, took a deep breath and stepped through the candy glass force field that took me from step two to the last step.

     “Would you like to dance?” 

     She smiled, thank God she smiled.

     “No thanks.”  She said it like someone had offered her a whiskey sour. My fathers voice came into my mind like a silent cheerleader.  “Don’t take no for an answer.”

     “ I promise I’ll be a perfect gentlemen,” I said with an awkward smile.

     “She’s taken jackwad,” Wendy Crump spat.  She rolled her eyes and turned away from me.

     She took me by the arm and pulled me away from Wendy.

     “Its not you, I am in a relationship with a girl from St. Anne’s.” She turned and headed back toward Wendy.

     My head filled with an audible buzz.  I wasn’t expecting that. I turned and headed back to my jacket, the dance was over for me.  Rejection seemed to sting less in this context.  As I walked out, I looked back and took one last look at her and wondered how one would manage watching her make out with the girl form St. Anne’s.  I left with a new perspective and a mission…..another successful high school dance.

Author's Note

"Saaaiilllinngggg…. takes me awayyyyyy....."

Reviews

[roarke]

heh. Your choice of structure here works for the tale, and made ever so entertaining by the style of your descriptions. Now I'm curious about the new "mission".... as voyeur possibly?

[Crowley]

lol...that would be my take too. A little nostalgia from the younger years. Thanks you so much for reading.

[roarke]

Your pieces are easy to read because of their scenic acuity.... not to mention some pretty eclectic characters, my favorite kind.

[sette]

this is one good story it brings back too many memories when a person is still young and trying to explore everything around him as we get older we tend to focus only on one thing and forgot to take a backseat and enjoy life more realizing later that it is now too late for that ..

[Crowley]

thank you so much for reading a longer piece!!! I appreciate the words and the stop. A little nostalgia for the things that seemed to matter when we are young!!

[barleygirl]

You are an excellent storytellers, as well as having the mechanics of writing down pat. It's always a pleasure to read one of your short stories. I'm amazed at how you can pack such a short-short with such a compelling & complete story! The ideas for your stories are also very impressive. You put yourself into such a wide variety of different POV's, always coming across as naturally so. It's illuminating to see how a guy looks at things, according to your somewhat sleazy, somewhat irresistible attitude, as written for this narrator (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie