the story of us- part 2 and 3

[yoUr bLiSS]

Sorry guys! Had to find time to myself. Note the paragraphs this time...

Part 2

8 years came and went. He popped into my head occasionally. I never forgot those eyes. I used to daydream about our 10 year reunion. The mousy insecure brown headed little girl had turned into quite the spunky black headed ball of confidence and spirit. Not to say I was full of myself or anything. I just grew up, found my voice and learned to love myself. Instead of sitting quiet and hopeful in the corner, I was now the girl who took risks and demanded attention. I often wondered how he would react to me now.
This past summer, my life dramatically changed. I quit my secure office job and took a crazy risk. I toured the United States doing what I love: dancing. The pay was little but the experience great. It was September and I had just arrived back home. I went to visit my Mother. Having had no inernet access at home, I think I spent more time online then with her. I even managed to post a little ditty on bluelight. It was around 3 in the morning. I had been surfing random bullshit and nonsense when a thought popped into my head. "Classmate.com"
Now at first I was not thinking of him, I was simply thinking of myself. It was a bit of an ego-trip. I wanted to show all these people that were so mean to me in high school where I was now. I own my own condo, toured this summer with Lollapalooza, quit my high-paying bullshit to purse my dream, and am happier then I have ever been. So there!! I scrolled through the names of all the classmates and there he was. There was no hesitation, no delay I immediately attempted to contact him. I thought to myself "keep it short and witty" It went something like this:

Kevin,
Rembemer me??? We always had a rather strange yet intense relationship in high school. Too bad it never left the classroom. You may be married to a now fat cheerleader with three kids living in a trailer in Palmdale. I hope not. Things have changed, I'm nothing like I used to be. I'd love to hear from you.

I sent the E-mail not really counting on a response. I had signed up for classmates a few years ago and had never until that day gone back to check on it. About a week went by before I was able to check my E-mail again. I was in my roomate's room with his girlfriend. We had been drinking cheap vodka & juice drinks from the 99 cent store. I saw the reply and screamed. It took me a few minutes to compose myself and share the story with her before I finally clicked the mouse to open the E-mail. Now I would love to cut and paste the original text, yet due to the fact that classmates.com sucks and deletes messages after 60 days, I have to go on memory. I remember the beginning word for word. It went something like this:

Susie,
Nothing short of God himself or a power failure would have kept me from replying to this. As soon as I saw your name, an image of you popped into my head. Yes, I do remember our quirky relationship and NO I am not married to any fat cheerleaders. I myself am pretty damn amazed you got in touch with me--grateful--honored.

He then went on to give me his personal E-mail so we could talk without logging into classmates. Two weeks and a few phone calls would go by before we actually met face to face again.

 

[neverwas]

The mousy insecure brown headed little girl had turned into quite the spunky black headed ball of confidence and spirit. Not to say I was full of myself or anything. I just grew up, found my voice and learned to love myself. Instead of sitting quiet and hopeful in the corner, I was now the girl who took risks and demanded attention.

ur story reminds me of me actually. in a way i didnt pick up on untill reading the last part.

through my high school and college life i was always the girl who sat in the corner who nobody talked to or had anything to do with...(i really was an ugly youngster) i went to my graduation anniversary and shocked the pants off people. (in a good way) i was the one who moved on in life, had a good job etc etc and allt he usual popular people were still doint he same as they were back then...nothing. their looks had faded and they achieved nothing. the people who wouldnt have a bar of me then certinally were paying attention to me now

its amazing what a lil self confidence can do for someone

 

[yoUr bLiSS]

part 3

part 3

I responded to his second reply with my cell phone number. The day he called I was in Santa Monica at a friends house. We talked for about 3 hours. After the first hour, he kept on saying he had to go, yet somehow he kept staying. The next phone call I recieved (a few days later) he was drunk. Plastered, is more like it. "I can't stop thinking about you!!!!" he screamed. "What did you do to me?!?!? I've been trying so hard not to call you!!!" We made tentative plans to meet up, but nothing ever came through. I admit at this time, we talked easily, yet I was sure he was not for me. If anything, I wanted to meet up, fulfill a silly high school dream, and be on my merry way. Drunken rambling came to admittance of always having a crush on me in high school. I wanted the ego-boost. Finally we made solid plans to meet.



It was a Tuesday night. The plan was for your friend to drop you off at my place around 9:00 PM. You did not have a car. One of the many red flags telling me this would not be permanent. I fretted on what to wear, not wanting to appear to eager. I settled on my favorite lowrise blue jeans, and a blue long sleeve shirt which showed off my midriff and brought out both my black hair. I drank 3 hornsbys before you came. It was just after 9 when you called. I threw on my grinch slippers and ran downstairs to meet you.
Instead of being dropped off at my place, you were dropped off down the street. You rode your bike to my place. I remember seeing you coming up in the distance. As you got closer the first thing I noticed was your hair. It was much darker, and much longer. God help me you were still fucking gorgeous! You rode a circle around me. We both spoke out each others full names in mock greeting. I managed to maintain my cool, but inside the butterflies let loose.
You came upstairs and I offered you a beer. My place was full of chaos. The roomate had friends over. Girls(including myself) were hula-hooping in my living room. We walked to Albertsons for more alcohol. Vanilla vodka and coke. After all the drinking things get blurry. At some point we began wrestling. This pissed off the neighbor below. He threatend to call the cops. You kissed me on a whim. For hours we had been teasing each other, yet the first kiss was a whim. Many were to follow. We migrated to my bedroom.
That was a Tuesday night. You did not leave until Friday. Looking back, it seems you never really left. Those first few days you resisted me. It wasn't until the fourth day we finally uh...well you know. That first month you were gone only a few days at a time, after that you never left.

Love, drugs, and death would come into play in the next few months. Yet I feel this should be saved for the conclusion, or maybe I should say part 4. I feel this story will never conclude. I hope and pray with all my being it does not.

 

[E-girl]

Wow... you tell one POWERFUL story.

can i make one suggestion, before i throw out a bunch of comments? your writing switches points-of-view halfway through. you start out talking to us, switch to talking to him, and end talking to us again. (unless, of course, that was your intent)

But anyways... i cant WAIT til part 4. Logging on tonight and seeing you post the sequel was a real treat. I love stories like this SO MUCH. I love knowing how people got together, and especially when there's so much history behind it.

There's people from high school i always wanted to wait like, 10 years, and then contact. You know -- when i'm successful and married and grownup and whatnot. Now i dont really give a shit about anyone i went to high school with, i really dont even know if i'll go to the reunion, there's too many people i HATE, and high school isn't really my fondest bank of memories... but in 10 years or so, i'll contact my ex-fiance, just to see if he is still a worthless asshole, is still dating, or has married his whore bitch of a girlfriend, and just to show him that i was so much better off without him.

Dont keep us waiting too long for the conclusion, please.

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

i noticed the switch in story telling as well. in one way it actually enhanced the story, and regardless of which the story itself is as equally well told as it is beautiful.

in every word and sentence you place me there as a silent third person, not being able to speak, but ceartainly being able to hear and feel all the experiences you describe.

i fully expect a paragraph a month of your life. :D

then i'll send it back to you bound many years later.