That night as I laid in bed at my friends house, I pictured the blonde (okay I am going to have to give them fictional names because calling them blonde and brunette is too impersonal) – Allison. I thought of her smile as she sat in the window, but I could not keep that picture in my head very long without thinking of Rowyn (Brunette) and our conversation that day. Just thinking about it now makes me smile a little. As hard as I tried I could not just focus on Allison.
So as I laid there not sleeping I started planning out the conversation for the next day. I thought of all the things I could talk about with her. I also knew I needed to bring up how cool my friend was and keep plugging him into the conversation. Well, I drifted off to sleep with her in my thoughts.
The next day, I again arrived early to see if I could talk with Rowyn alone. I was also worried that Allison was there. How would it look if I spent my time talking with Rowyn and then have my friend ask out Allison? As I walked up to the shack there wasn’t any customers and I could not see anyone in the window. I walked up and looked in and there wasn’t anyone inside. Puzzled, I just stood there looking around trying to figure out where they could have gone. Just as I was about to call out, the backdoor opened and in walked a little boy. He had to have been 8 or 9 years old and looked at me and turned and ran back out the back door. He was a little toe headed, skinny kid, missing a few teeth. A second later Rowyn walked in the door and smiled. She asked if I had been waiting long and I said I hadn’t. She said that they sit out back when it gets slow to soak up the sunshine. Instantly, I thought that I needed to come early tomorrow and hangout behind the shack. She asked if I wanted the same thing or if I was going to be daring and try something new.
I smiled and asked what she would recommend. She told me her favorite was a caramel pecan with chunks of chocolate in a vanilla bean ice cream. I looked at her and smiled and said I would just have my usual. She laughed and turned to go make my shake. She was wearing an OP (Ocean Pacific for you young folk) tank top (it must have been part of the dress code because she hardly wore anything else that summer) and a pair of faded jean cut-offs. She had her hair up into a pony tail, but as with the times, she had big bangs curled up.
I asked her how the day was and she said that business was slow. She had brought her little brother today. He obviously was the boy I saw. We had a little small talk as she made my shake and as she brought it back to the window she introduced her little brother. He was cute and not real shy. She seemed relaxed and happy to see me. I asked her about school and her summer and things she liked to do. Then I asked her why she did not have a boyfriend. She smiled in a slightly mischievous way and said “How do you know I don’t?”. This threw me off a little. I asked if she did have one and then she said she had a boyfriend, sort of. I obviously did not get that. She explained that she was going out with this guy because he was friends with her friend. This way they could double date and have a good time and not get into anything serious. I asked if she liked him and she said that he was alright. Just from the way she said it I knew she did not like the guy.
Still this seriously threw a wrench in my plans. I was not exactly sure how to proceed. I stayed a while longer and we continued to talk. She told me about her family and her older half-sister. I then asked about her boyfriend again. She said he went to my school and then she gave me his name. Oh, I knew the kid. He lived near me.
He traveled in a different crowd than I did, not that I really had any particular crowd, but it was definitely not his. Him and his friends were into choir and thought they were the most amazing people on earth. I could float from group to group while in high school because I was liked by most everyone, but I never cared to hang out with them. They were judgmental religious choir boys. I could not stand them.
When she said his name I just stared at her. Then I said “Really?” She smiled and said “What?” Customers started to show up so we had to cut our conversation short. I used it as a quick escape to leave and think about how I could break her up with her pseudo-boyfriend, all the while hooking her up with my friend and still being able to date Allison. This was getting messy, but really what else did I have to do. So I came up with a few good ideas.
Once I told my friend about it he immediately asked “Choir boy?” We were at practice so we knew just who to go to and ask. Rowyn’s friend was dating the older brother of one of our teammates. We quickly asked if he knew anything other than her name. He really didn’t know much but knew that they only did group dates and she did not always stay very long. That was a good sign. She also did not hang off him like a normal high school girlfriend. This was all good news and should make it easy to break them up. So that night I came up with a plan. I knew just how to make her lose him and run straight to me…I mean to my friend, of course.
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending!