Post by Wild Weasel on May 25, 2012 22:34:13 GMT -6
He hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. The night was young, and the festivities were in full-swing.
She approached him in that beautiful blue gown of hers, a cup of punch in each hand. She smiled at him warmly. “Hey, don’t feel bad. I’m not that great of a dancer either, you know.”
He blushed. “Heh, that’s not it at all. I was just thinking how much I could’ve missed had I not run into you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly.
“Well, aside from what little benefit I’m getting from those I live with, you have introduced me to so many things that I wouldn’t have sought out on my own. To put it plainly, you have opened my mind.”
“And…?” she prodded, knowing that there was more.
“And how lucky I am to have a friend as good as you so far from home.”
Her smile faded a little.
Wrong answer.
He barely noticed, his attention having turned to the shift in music from ambient to pop. A little too fast for his tastes. “Hey, what say we head outside for a bit to catch our bearings, huh?”
She readily agreed.
When they were both comfortably perched atop the porch railing, he whistled a little ditty that he had picked up from listening to one of her CD’s one night. She laughed at his improvisation. “Don’t quit your day job,” she teased.
“Are we walking tomorrow, or do you have to work on your latest journalism assignment?”
“Haven’t decided yet, but I would like to show you my new bike. Makes getting around from class to class a lot easier.”
He was glad to hear that. The bike would be a blessing for her, especially since two of her classes were across campus from one another, and she had only ten minutes in between. “Maybe I should get one, too, eh? Then we can ride together. Maybe down by the state park. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a rack installed on the back of my car.” He smiled, and that was all the invitation she needed.
“Being with you tonight makes me wonder if I really am the way I said I was.”
You wanted an opportunity, here it is.
Curtis stared into Stacy’s eyes. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
“Then don’t say anything,” she whispered, looking up at him.
He kissed her.
Good boy.
* * *
The dance ended without a hitch, and Curtis left the sorority house with Stacy. Since the freshman were required to live in the dorms, it was easier for them to walk back to his place to get his car, and then drive over to her dorm. His heart was aflutter, therefore he wasn’t quite paying attention to anything other than the object of his affection in the passenger seat.
Slow down.
Curtis wondered how he could have been so dense. Maybe Stacy questioning her sexual identity was a way for her to draw attention to herself. Regardless, it had worked out, and now he could re-evaluate everything that they had done and see what it really meant. He grinned.
“Um…Curt?” Stacy interrupted him from his thoughts. “I think you just blew that intersection.”
“Oh, shit,” he mouthed. Before he could wonder if there were police in the vicinity that had spotted him, flashers lit up in his rear view mirror.
Let it go, not worth the mood.
Curtis pulled over and waited for the officer to approach, license and registration in hand. He rolled down his window when prompted.
“Son, did you know that you flew right past that light back there? It was red,” he said matter-of-factly.
Curtis grimaced, and Stacy reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I also clocked you going twelve over the limit. I don’t want to ruin your night, though, so I’m only going to cite you for the light, okay?”
Curtis practically held his breath until the officer had disappeared back into his patrol car and rounded the corner. “Way to candy-coat it, hot shot,” he muttered.
I said let it go.
“Did you hear something, Stacy?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Come on. Try not to worry about it. Let’s go back to my place and listen to some music, all right?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Grated nerves or something.”
The two of them pulled into an empty space outside the dorm entrance. Stacy started to get out, and then stopped once she realized that Curtis wasn’t following her. “What’s the matter?”
Don’t you dare!
“I’m not feeling too well,” he lied. Truth be told, he felt fine. He was just angry. Extremely angry. “I’ll catch you tomorrow?”
Stacy looked wounded. “Um…okay. I guess I’ll…see you then.”
Give her a good-bye kiss, damn it!
Curtis wondered if he shouldn’t have escorted her up to her room. Perhaps they could have spent the rest of the night just talking and holding each other. A nice thought, but he had some steam to blow, and he didn’t want to take it out on her.
YOU GOD-DAMNED SON OF A BITCH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SELFLESS! STOP BEING SO FUCKING OBLIVIOUS AND LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENING! SHE’S GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING!
Curtis pulled away and headed back to the Psi Kappa house. Some 8-Ball would probably take the edge off.
She approached him in that beautiful blue gown of hers, a cup of punch in each hand. She smiled at him warmly. “Hey, don’t feel bad. I’m not that great of a dancer either, you know.”
He blushed. “Heh, that’s not it at all. I was just thinking how much I could’ve missed had I not run into you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly.
“Well, aside from what little benefit I’m getting from those I live with, you have introduced me to so many things that I wouldn’t have sought out on my own. To put it plainly, you have opened my mind.”
“And…?” she prodded, knowing that there was more.
“And how lucky I am to have a friend as good as you so far from home.”
Her smile faded a little.
Wrong answer.
He barely noticed, his attention having turned to the shift in music from ambient to pop. A little too fast for his tastes. “Hey, what say we head outside for a bit to catch our bearings, huh?”
She readily agreed.
When they were both comfortably perched atop the porch railing, he whistled a little ditty that he had picked up from listening to one of her CD’s one night. She laughed at his improvisation. “Don’t quit your day job,” she teased.
“Are we walking tomorrow, or do you have to work on your latest journalism assignment?”
“Haven’t decided yet, but I would like to show you my new bike. Makes getting around from class to class a lot easier.”
He was glad to hear that. The bike would be a blessing for her, especially since two of her classes were across campus from one another, and she had only ten minutes in between. “Maybe I should get one, too, eh? Then we can ride together. Maybe down by the state park. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a rack installed on the back of my car.” He smiled, and that was all the invitation she needed.
“Being with you tonight makes me wonder if I really am the way I said I was.”
You wanted an opportunity, here it is.
Curtis stared into Stacy’s eyes. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
“Then don’t say anything,” she whispered, looking up at him.
He kissed her.
Good boy.
* * *
The dance ended without a hitch, and Curtis left the sorority house with Stacy. Since the freshman were required to live in the dorms, it was easier for them to walk back to his place to get his car, and then drive over to her dorm. His heart was aflutter, therefore he wasn’t quite paying attention to anything other than the object of his affection in the passenger seat.
Slow down.
Curtis wondered how he could have been so dense. Maybe Stacy questioning her sexual identity was a way for her to draw attention to herself. Regardless, it had worked out, and now he could re-evaluate everything that they had done and see what it really meant. He grinned.
“Um…Curt?” Stacy interrupted him from his thoughts. “I think you just blew that intersection.”
“Oh, shit,” he mouthed. Before he could wonder if there were police in the vicinity that had spotted him, flashers lit up in his rear view mirror.
Let it go, not worth the mood.
Curtis pulled over and waited for the officer to approach, license and registration in hand. He rolled down his window when prompted.
“Son, did you know that you flew right past that light back there? It was red,” he said matter-of-factly.
Curtis grimaced, and Stacy reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I also clocked you going twelve over the limit. I don’t want to ruin your night, though, so I’m only going to cite you for the light, okay?”
Curtis practically held his breath until the officer had disappeared back into his patrol car and rounded the corner. “Way to candy-coat it, hot shot,” he muttered.
I said let it go.
“Did you hear something, Stacy?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Come on. Try not to worry about it. Let’s go back to my place and listen to some music, all right?”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Grated nerves or something.”
The two of them pulled into an empty space outside the dorm entrance. Stacy started to get out, and then stopped once she realized that Curtis wasn’t following her. “What’s the matter?”
Don’t you dare!
“I’m not feeling too well,” he lied. Truth be told, he felt fine. He was just angry. Extremely angry. “I’ll catch you tomorrow?”
Stacy looked wounded. “Um…okay. I guess I’ll…see you then.”
Give her a good-bye kiss, damn it!
Curtis wondered if he shouldn’t have escorted her up to her room. Perhaps they could have spent the rest of the night just talking and holding each other. A nice thought, but he had some steam to blow, and he didn’t want to take it out on her.
YOU GOD-DAMNED SON OF A BITCH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SELFLESS! STOP BEING SO FUCKING OBLIVIOUS AND LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENING! SHE’S GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON’T DO ANYTHING!
Curtis pulled away and headed back to the Psi Kappa house. Some 8-Ball would probably take the edge off.
