October 30, 2013
Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off of Julia. She was beautiful, astoundingly beautiful. Another day in English class, staring at the love of his life, never once saying a word, he was afraid of rejection afraid that if she said no he would never look at another woman the same, all he did was stare from across the room.
She was 20 years old, petite, her slim five foot frame adorned with a light pink sundress that rested right above the knee, a ribbon in her hair to match. The scent of lavender never left her. He imagined running his fingers through the Hershey chocolate curls that spiraled down to her chin; touching her lips, two pink rose petals, resting, on a peaches and crème complexion; good enough to eat. “It’s about time you talk to her”, said Darwin, “you know I hate rejection”, “Never know until you try”. Darwin was right! After all he was Jeff’s friend, Jeff’s only friend for that matter.
He had been there the last few years when no one else was, giving him words of advice and encouraging him to do things. Darwin wasn’t like Jeff, he was a risk taker; a ladies man, everything Jeff wanted to be. “Stop being a punk, talk to her after class.” Insecurities began seeping into his head, was he funny, attractive or smart enough to capture her attention?
“Class dismissed” Jeff heard faintly, he was still caught off guard. The way the light from the class room window hit Julia’s honey brown eyes, made them sparkle, driving him wild. He was ready to talk to her. “Ju….Jul” about to choke and in a moment of indecision, he remembered the words of Darwin ”don’t be a punk” and finally mustered up the courage.
He moved to the other side of the room where she was packing up the last of her things. “Hi my name is Jeff”. “Hi Jeff I am Julia”. His body stood frozen, her melodic voice sent chills down his spine and it took him a moment to adjust his thoughts.
Julia analyzed his appearance.
He smelled funny. A grey over-warn sweater embellished with three small holes and light blue denim jeans hugged his gaunt figure. Two ripened black berries sitting above a slightly crooked nose; just to the left a protruding mole the color of flesh swimming in between a sea of porcelain. His naturally pallid hollow cheeks grew colorless as he stood there, tugging on his nutmeg colored hair; Julia could sense his nervousness.
“Julia, I think you beautiful, will you meet me at the county fair, today at 6. We can have peach cobbler and ice cream”. She found him slightly odd, he smelled funny. Flattered by his admiration she accepted his invitation.
Walking to the fair on cloud nine, Julia, Julia, Julia; was all he thought about. It was only 5:30, however he wanted to be at the fair early to make sure Julia was able to find him at 6pm on the dot.
At the cross walk a middle-aged lady, with a purple hat and her cat stared at him. The cat was on a leash, a birthmark in the shape of a mustache lay above its nose, clucking and meowing all the same time, it starred at Jeff. A dirty man in a wheel chair made his way to the cross walk, hurriedly rolling himself over left Jeff’s foot. He too looked at Jeff, hook on one hand, patch on one eye. They never spoke to Jeff, no one spoke to him, even his own teacher ignored him, and that’s how he liked it. He scowled at the lady with the purple hat, the clucking cat and the man in the wheel chair. He had no friends except for Darwin of course and the lovely Julia...Julia… sweet Julia.
Sitting on the bench out side the main entrance of the fair he felt the two pills that lay in his back pocket, embedding into his frail bottom. He hated the pills. Everyday they would stare at him.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Jeff slapped the snooze button. His feet touched the floor, the grey over-warn sweater embellished with three small holes and light blue denim jeans had more wrinkles then the day before, this was his routine for the last 12 months and he hated it,...
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