Gordon's Story, Part 9


Paul and I walked back into the ballroom, looking for our dates. I think I made my mind up, though: I was going to call Cheryl the next day and she how she's doing. That was the only way I'd be able to stop thinking about her. I mean, it's not like we broke up on awful terms or anything. I'd be nice to find out what she's up to before we go to college and I lose sight of her forever. Paul grabbed my attention and pointed out Karen and Wendy waving at us. As soon as we took a step forward, Wendy ran away from Karen and over to David. Paul looked crushed, but I took his arm and kept him moving forward. Karen and I tried our best to liven him up, but I doubt it worked. The songs they were playing were a big signal to me that the dance was about to end, and, sure enough, they started in with their last set of slow songs. Karen leapt at me, and I held her as we danced, but I didn't give her any more encouragement. She looked up as if she were trying to kiss me a couple of times, but I kept my evolution-given advantage of height to keep my mouth away from hers. This whole time I was thinking, "What am I going to say to Cheryl tomorrow? How do you call someone like that up after two dozen months?" The only breaks I took from thinking about Cheryl were when I was looking to see if Paul ever found Wendy for the last dance. He didn't. I felt mighty bad for Karen, not knowing she put me in such an odd mood, but it's not like I'm ever going to see her again or anything.
	by Brian Tivol

Paul and I walked back into the ballroom, looking for our dates. I think I made my mind up, though: I was going to call Cheryl the next day and she how she's doing. That was the only way I'd be able to stop thinking about her. I mean, it's not like we broke up on awful terms or anything. I'd be nice to find out what she's up to before we go to college and I lose sight of her forever.

Paul grabbed my attention and pointed out Karen and Wendy waving at us. As soon as we took a step forward, Wendy ran away from Karen and over to David. Paul looked crushed, but I took his arm and kept him moving forward. Karen and I tried our best to liven him up, but I doubt it worked.

The songs they were playing were a big signal to me that the dance was about to end, and, sure enough, they started in with their last set of slow songs. Karen leapt at me, and I held her as we danced, but I didn't give her any more encouragement. She looked up as if she were trying to kiss me a couple of times, but I kept my evolution-given advantage of height to keep my mouth away from hers.

This whole time I was thinking, "What am I going to say to Cheryl tomorrow? How do you call someone like that up after two dozen months?" The only breaks I took from thinking about Cheryl were when I was looking to see if Paul ever found Wendy for the last dance. He didn't.

I felt mighty bad for Karen, not knowing she put me in such an odd mood, but it's not like I'm ever going to see her again or anything.

by Brian Tivol