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Short Story Sunday #19

Goal: 500-800 Words

There he was. He was standing on the other side of the room. I gazed at him longingly without realizing the drool beginning to form in the corner of my bottom lip. My friends all laughed at me from afar knowing that no matter what happened, I would never have the courage to talk to him. I would probably die if he even came near me or looked at me.

I took slow deep breaths. The world around me seemed to be in a hazy fog and to be completely honest; I can’t remember if I was even blinking. He was so attractive that I couldn’t bear to turn my green eyes away. His eyes were green, too in case you were wondering. They were just a bit darker than mine, but that was okay. It was what made us alike and different at the same time.

I stiffened my body when my friend nudged me in the gut with her elbow.

“Why don’t you just grow a pair and go talk to him?” she winked at me. “Unless you want me to talk to him for you.”

“What?!” I shouted. “No. No thank you. No, I am perfectly capable of talking to him myself.” I could feel my face flush, but my cheeks were turning red all the same. It was beginning to get a little hot in the room. Or was that just me?

My friend laughed at my embarrassment. “If you don’t go over there by the time I count to three, I’m going to go over there and talk to him myself. One…”

I shook my head rapidly with wide eyes, still staring off at my crush. I didn’t dare look my friend in the eye because I knew she was smiling.

“Two…”

This couldn’t be happening right now. She wouldn’t really go over there to talk to him, would she?

“Three!” she took a step forward.

Oh, yes. She would.

“Wait!” I jumped right in front of her with both my arms out stretched. “Stop; I’ll go talk to him.”

She smiled at me, but it wasn’t the teasing smile. It was a sincere smile. She took a step back and nodded her head towards our classmate who I had been crushing on all year long. Now that it was senior prom, it was getting closer to graduation and college to where I may never see him again. Then my chance would have passed by.

“Excuse me? Brian?” I coughed behind him.

He jumped, startled. He turned around and laughed. “Cathy, hi. I didn’t expect you to sneak up on me like that.”

“Oh, did I scare you?” I brushed a loose hair out of my face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’ll go away if you want.” I turned to walk away, but he took my shoulder and turned me back around to face him.

“No, that’s okay. I thought it was funny. I’m not doing anything important, anyway.” He awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands in the pockets of his tux as though he was embarrassed that he had touched me.

“Well, I’m not doing anything, either…would you like to…I don’t know,” I shrugged and looked down at the ground sheepishly.

“Dance?” he smiled and outstretched his hand. “It would be my honor.”

Words: 551

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Author:

Born and raised in Massachusetts, Rachel Poli is a writer and blogger. She has an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Education and a bachelor’s degree in English Studies. She enjoys writing young adult novels, middle-grade, and children’s picture books. She is currently working on her first novel.

18 thoughts on “Short Story Sunday #19

      1. Oh okay, l’m in Mass so there we go, lol. And yes, exactly…writing is all about time and you have to take the time from something else (like sleep). Too bad we can’t make more hours in the day.

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