“Chemistry, blanket, mailbox”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
[Source: Light Motifs II]
Growing up, we had no backyard. Our front lawn was covered with random trash my father would bring home to fix. Needless to say, the fixing never happened. So every day we saw less of the green grass and more of the rusty metal.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked Becky if she wanted to go out on a date with me…
Probably that she would refuse.
But she didn’t. She said yes, and I was hit with the reality of planning an outing for the two of us.
“Mom, can I have some extra cash? I want to take a girl I like out to the movies” – I tried my luck.
My mom looked at me sternly, giving me the: “You know the answer” kind of look.
I sighed audibly and without waiting for an answer, I went back to my room to ponder other options.
Becky, with her long blonde hair, and a nice, lean figure deserved the best. Oh, how I wanted to be her bubblegum she never parted with.
“So, what do you have planned for us?” – she asked the next day.
Having taken more than a moment to gather my thoughts and come up with an excuse, I opened Pandora’s box.
“You haven’t planned anything YET?” – she asked, raising her voice, visibly annoyed.
“I did, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise” – I said, stuttering.
She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but then she closed it right back up, which might have been a sign of the duality of surprise. Good, or bad. Could go either way.
“Is it going to be ready after school?” – she finally asked, hoping for a clue.
“Yes. Will you walk home with me?” – now I was the one asking questions.
“Okay…” – she said unsure.
“I’ll see you after class, then. By the school gate” – I said, and rushed away towards the bathroom, where I could hide in a stall for a while, and rack my brain while slamming my head against the wall.
Thankfully, the walk home wasn’t a long one, and so I managed to avoid the taboo topic of our date plans.
As we approached the house, I could see Becky’s face start to contort in disgust.
“You LIVE HERE?” – she asked as I turned towards the house.
It reminded me why I never brought anyone over. They always judged me by my parents’ actions. But I thought Becky would have been different.
“Wait here a moment” – I said, as I rushed up the three steps, leaving her by the road.
The inside of the house was quiet. Mom must have still been at work. Perfect!
I grabbed a blanket from my mom’s armchair, and rushed outside, worried that Becky would run away if left to her own devices for too long.
When she saw me in the doorway, she smiled.
Maybe she had a change of heart? Maybe I should have left her out here for even longer?
I was excited about our future together.
“We’re having a picnic!” – she exclaimed and clapped her hands.
“Most of the boys just want to go to the movies and make out. I’m glad you’re not like them” – she added.
The smile on my face grew even bigger, all the nerves left me, and my self-confidence skyrocketed.
I spread the blanket by the mailbox, which was the only area with visible grass left on our lawn.
Becky looked at me funnily, but then she sat down next to me.
That afternoon we found out that we didn’t have much in common.
I wasn’t like any other boy, but it was those guys that she liked better. She, on the other hand, was like any other girl, and I wasn’t a fan.
The mailbox flag might have been up, but there was no chemistry between us.
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