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Date Posted: 11:17:11 06/11/02 Tue In reply to: Kimmie (band nerd) 's message, "Tonight (short story)" on 19:51:54 06/10/02 Mon I remember this one! Did u used to post at NSyncworld? I love it! >**I don't know if I've posted this here or not . . >.but here ya go!!** > > > > >Tonight. Tonight is the night. Tonight is the night >that I tell him everything I’ve wanted to tell him for >so >long. I will tell him how his smile makes my day. >How every glance my way makes my heart soar. I'll tell >him how much I think about him. Ask him if he thinks >about me any. > >I can remember the first time I laid eyes on him. >There was something about him that made him stand out >from everyone else. He looked so confident as he >greeted the crew members. He stood tall, looking >everyone in the eyes as he spoke or was spoken to. I >would say it was love at first sight . . .if I >believed in >that sort of thing. > >FLASHBACK > > >I fiddled with the drawstrings on my pants as I waited >in a "line" to meet the guys. The guys that had all >of America in a frenzy. The guys that could make a >twelve year old girl faint at the drop of a dime. The >guys that were responsible for me living out of a >suitcase for three months. > >As I tied the strings into their fourth consecutive >knot, I head a voice. "Welcome to the family" he >said. > >I looked up . . .and forgot how to talk. My heart >started beating so hard that I could hear it in my >head. I >was sure that if I tried to speak that it would jump >out of my body onto the floor. Not my idea of a great >first impression. > >When I didn't reply, he continued. "I saw you paying >more attention to your pants than the people in here. >Don't worry, we're not all that bad." he said. Then >he smiled. He smiled the smile that would turn my >world upside down. It wasn't perfect, but it was his. >Which made it perfect to me. "Nice pants by the way." >he said. > >"Um, thank you." I managed to choke out. He nodded >and walked away. I tried not to stare as he left . . >.tried being the key word. > >END FLASHBACK > >Now I know what you're thinking.. . ."where did this >empowerment come from?" To tell you the truth, I have >no idea. One minute I'm eating a bowl of soup, the >next I’m declaring my love for a man I've only spoken >to >in passing. Call me crazy. > >Even with my new found assertiveness, I still needed a >push in the right direction. I needed someone who >could tell me what I wanted to hear. Someone who >would make me stick to my word. I knew just who that >someone was. > >I laugh as I think back to our phone conversation. >How she snaked her way in. How she is now sitting next >to me in the car on the way to the party. Oh, she's >good. Which is exactly why I called her. > >FLASHBACK > >"You should tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'll be >understanding , based on what you've told me about >him." she said while smacking her gum. I hated it >when she smacked. > >"Oh please girl! No way. That's not gonna happen" I >said chickening out. "The last thing I need is for >him to act all weird around me because of my little >school girl crush. I'd rather just forget about it. >Just >let it pass" > >"Girl! What's the matter with you!?! Do you know >what I'd do to that boy if I were in your shoes? Hell, >I'd probably have a ring on my finger right now." she >bragged. > >I rolled my eyes as she continued. "Matter of fact, I >think that's what I'm gonna do. If you won't stake >your >claim on the boy, what's stopping me? I'm sure that I >would have no problem what so ever." she >proclaimed. > >My jaw dropped as the anger begin to build inside of >me. I could almost feel the steam shooting out of my >ears. “Oh! So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" I >retorted standing up ready to throw my cordless across >the >room. > >"YES! IF YOU DON'T GET OFF OF YOUR ASS AND GO GET YOUR >MAN!" she yelled. Then it dawned >on me. She was trying to upset me. She was using her >own little version of reverse psychology. And it >worked. > >"All right. You've made your point." I sighed. >Sitting back down much calmer than before. "I'll tell >him." > >Before I could get the words out of my mouth she >exclaimed "When! Oh you should tell him at the party >thing tonight! I'm sure he'll go for it. You're such >an awesome girl!!! Oooo I should come too! You know, >for moral support. I'm so happy! You have to prom . >." > >"All right already!" I interrupted. "Geez, I'll tell >him tonight if you will just shut the hell up!" > >"You promise?" she questioned. > >"Yeah, yeah . .all right" I replied standing and >stretching. > >"Oh goody goody!" she said like a five year old. I >rolled my eyes as she continued. "I'm so excited now! >I >hope they are as fine in person as they are on TV! I >can't believe that you're gonn . . ." > >I toned her out as she continued to babble. As I >walked to my room, I realized something. > >"Hey! You just invited yourself to this shin dig >tonight!" I chuckled. "If I didn't need you there, >I'd be mad >right now." > >"Awwww! You know you love me! Now tell me what time >you are gonna pick me up! Oh! what should I >wear??" > >END FLASHBACK > > > >That girl is crazy. But she's the best friend a >person could ask for. She's been there for me through >everything, from my braces to the death of my >grandfather. I don't think there is anything I >wouldn't do for >her. I smile as I think about our friendship. > >"What are you over there grinning about? Ooooo I bet >you're thinking of 'lover boy' and how many babies >you two are gonna make tonight" she jokes. > >"Oh whatever girl. Don't get your hopes up too much >cause mine sure aren't" I say pulling into the club >parking lot. > >"Is this the place?" She asks checking her make-up in >the mirror. > >"Yeah, it's just a small gathering. The guys didn't >see the point in renting out a huge place" I answer. >"Let's >get this show on the road" I say after taking a deep >breath. > >Getting out of the car, straightening out my top and >skirt, I begin to wonder if this was indeed a good >idea. I >mean, it’s not like he and I have had any deep >connection. Hell, the boy has barely even touched me. > But I >do remember the times he has. > >FLASHBACK > >“Ugh, if I have to carry one more freakin’ box today I >am gonna quit. I swear. I’ll quit, quit, quit . .” I >mumbled to myself. It was week two of the tour, and >my body had not adjusted well to life on the road. My >back ached constantly and I was tired as hell. > >I stopped at a nearby water fountain and proceeded to >drink. “Ugh!” I said in disgust, “I would sell my >soul to the first person with a bottle of water. Damn >city crap.” > >“Well, well. I guess that would be me now wouldn’t >it?” he joked. I turned around and there he was, >smiling that smile. Making my knees go weak. I could >hear violins playing. I saw rainbows. I felt a cool >ocean breeze. I felt as if . . .“Um, are you OK?” he >asked, rescuing me from my romance novel of a mind. > >“Oh, yeah. I’m just dandy” I replied. I felt like a >jackass. I felt like one of his millions of >pre-pubescent >fans. I had been gaping at him with my mouth wide >open. I bet he expected me to scream and pull at his >hair . .or something. “Guess you heard me talking a >second ago, huh?” > >“Yes I did. It was quite entertaining if you ask me. >Now what’s this about selling your soul?” he >questioned. > >“I was just, um, thirsty and this water isn’t even fit >for prisoners and I left my water someplace that I’m >sure will come back to me later on tonight when I try >to sleep . . not that I will be able to sleep because >I am >so sore and the only thing that helps is when . .” > >“Woah! Calm down hun.” he interrupted. “Here, I >happen to have an extra bottle of water with your >name on it” He handed me the water, smiled again, and >turned to walk away. “Oh, and by the way, you >can keep your soul.” he said while patting me on the >head. With that, he left. He left me dazed and >confused. He left me stupid. > >END FLASHBACK > >God! Why am I such a retard around him? It’s the >smile. It’s always been the smile. I am addicted to >it, >much like a junkie is to crack. It’s like my drug or >something. > >I do know that was the best damn water I’ve ever >tasted in my life. But enough about that There’s >something more important to do right now. > >Walking up the steps to the club, I take one last >glance at my car. This is my last chance to back out. >Should I really go through with it? What if he laughs >at me? What if he tells all of his friends and they >tell >their friends and the whole world ends up laughing at >me. > >‘Snap out of it! You are going to do this!’ I tell >myself. I have to do this. I HAVE TO. > >As we make our way into the club, I see him. It >appears that he’s looking my way too. He looks so >good. >He’s wearing a nice pair of black slacks and a simple >button up gray shirt. Did I say simple? There’s >nothing simple about the way he’s wearing it. Damn. > >‘OK. Time to focus. Stay calm, breath in, breath >out. Good. Now just keep doing that and you’ll be >fine’ I >coach myself mentally. > >“Oh girl! Look, there he is” Dawn screeches while >grabbing my arm. “He’s pretty cute. Hell, we are >virtually surrounded by beautiful people. Oooooo . >.is that! Oh my God! It is!. I don’t know why I am >surprised that he’s here. I mean it is his party too. >Oh gosh! Look at me! I’m a mess. Do I have . . .” > >Did I forget to mention that Dawn has a chronic case >of diarrhea . . .of the mouth? Cause she does. She >always rambles on and on, often saying the first thing >that comes to her mind. Bless her heart. > >“Dawn, you have to calm down or I will take you home >right now.” I urge. “I need you to be normal for just >one night. Please. For me?” > >“I’m all right now, I just had to get it out of my >system. OK girl, you ready?” she asks while glancing >over >my shoulder. “Because he’s heading this way.” > >‘Oh shit! OK, do the breathing thing again, in , out, >in, out’ I think. I casually glance over my shoulder, >just >to check. And he IS heading this way . .Oh shit! He’s >looking right at me. I can feel my heart beat faster. > I >can feel my palms sweating. I can feel Dawn’s death >grip on my arm. > >“Ouch! Let go!” I whisper to her. When she doesn’t >release me, I look back at her. She’s got this glazed >over look in her eyes and her mouth is slightly ajar. >I know that look so well. It’s the same one I had the >first time I saw him. Damn. This isn’t good. > >As he gets closer, he smiles, and my knees get weak. >“Hey girl! Having fun?” he questions. > >“Oh, um, I just got here. But it looks pretty neat so >far.” I say. Neat? NEAT? Did I just say neat? Can >someone kill me now before I make an enormous ass out >of myself? > >“Good. So, uh, who’s your friend?” he asks. Friend? >What friend? Oh yeah the one responsible for >cutting off the circulation in my arm. > >“Oh, sorry about that. Dawn, this is . . .” I begin. > >“No need for introductions. I already know who you >are. I’m Dawn. It’s very nice to meet you” she >gushes. >If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was trying to >flirt. But I know better . .right? > >“Well, the pleasure’s all mine Dawn. Would you like >to dance?” he asks her. > >“Sure. That’s would be great.” she looks at me. He >stares at her. My heart breaks a little. “You don’t >mind, do you?” She asks at me, asking for permission >with her eyes. Like I could really stop her. > >“Oh, no. You two go have fun. I’ll just go find. . >.” I say. But they are already gone. > >I watch as they dance together. I watch as they talk >and laugh together. My heart breaks a bit more. > >Then I watch as he leans in, and kisses her. My heart >breaks a bit more. I watch her kiss him back. My >heart snaps in half. > > >Tonight. Tonight is the night. Tonight will be the >night that I lose the love of my life to someone I >love. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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