This might be another piece of fiction for you to read. It was originally posted over here but is being featured here too for some specific reasons.
- If your blog is not self hosted you run the risk of losing all of your work. That is because you don’t control the platform and they could decide that you have violated the Terms of Service (TOS) and consequently they could point and click you into oblivion. By including this piece here I am helping to protect my work.
- This blog serves multiple purposes and one is to help me become a better writer and there are benefits to practicing different forms of writing.
- This blog also has a large platform and maybe one of you will read my work and decide you want to sign me to a gazillion dollar writing contract.
And now on to our featured short story.
â€œBlowingÂ bubblesÂ in milk always feels good.â€
When she paused to ask him what he was thinking about he lied and said it felt too good to think about anything.Â She smile and started again and he smiled back at her, never telling her that he was thinking about a time many years before.
She was the girl down the street whose mom would sometimes watch him while his own mom did whatever grownups do when they arenâ€™t with kids.
He hadnâ€™t wanted to be stuck with a girl for a playmate, especially one who was a little bit older and bossy. Mom hadnâ€™t listened to his protests and told him that girls could be just as fun to play with as boys.
She was right, but back then he didnâ€™t think it was fun to listen to her talking about blowing bubbles in milk or anything else she had to share.Â Eight year-old boys wanted to play army, to wrestle and climb things but they help no interest to nine-year-old girls.
He told her he thought that pink sports cars were stupid and that was the end of any friendship that might have developed.Â She yelled at him once and then refused to talk to him.
Time passed and even though they went to the same schools they still didnâ€™t talk.
Somewhere around the summer before his junior year of high school things changed for him. He saw her walking with a group of friends and noticed her long well defined legs.
But what he didnâ€™t notice was how hard he was staring or that her friends had picked up on things and alerted her to his presence.
â€œWhat is your problem!â€
He looked up and saw dark eyes staring back at his and tried to come up with a cool response.Â Instead of spitting out something that would have made them all smile and swoon he said something that they thought was stupid and was met with five minutes of laughter.
Red faced and frustrated he turned and stormed away, completely unaware of how she watched him walk and admired the changes that puberty and exercise had bestowed upon him.
It took three more months of passing each other in the hall and a series of more awkward exchanges for him to realize that she was flirting and not trying to be mean.
He was going to ask her to go the Winter formal but a senior boy beat him to it and so he was left to watch her from his window walk to the limo on the arm of some other guy.
She didnâ€™t tell him that she only did it to make him jealous or that she had wanted to go to the dance with him.Â She was willing to do many thing but asking a guy out wasnâ€™t one of them, that was his job.
So when the other boy tried to kiss her at the dance she had let him, not because she wanted to but because she felt like she had to. He had purchased the tickets for the dance, paid for dinner and the limo. It was only fair.
It was also the reason why she went on two more dates with him. In the years to come she would learn how to say no and not feel guilty about it but back then she was still young.
He didnâ€™t tell any of his friends or family about the crush on his neighbor but he promised himself that he would ask her out before she graduated in May and went to college.
And he did, but not until March of that year which meant that she couldnâ€™t go on their first date until after her family came back from their annual Spring break vacation.
So by the time they really started dating they were both hyper aware of how little time was truly left.
She had been accepted to a school out of state and within a couple of months would be moving away to start her freshman year of college.
It was an exciting time for her made bittersweet by the realization that she had real feelings for the boy. He treated her well and was always a gentleman but she knew he wanted to take things farther than they had.
It wasnâ€™t a secret that guys were interested in that thing nor a secret that girls had to be careful about it.
So she wrestled with herself about what to do and what was right.
Eventually she figured out what she could do for him that would be special and would not compromise her values. The question of when and where was solved by her auntâ€™s request for her to house sit while she took a short vacation.
She intentionally didnâ€™t tell him about her plan. It was better to surprise him. He looked shy when she unbuttoned his pants and she thought it made him look extra cute.
Just before she started she thought about her friendâ€™s advice and tried to do things exactly as she had been told to which is why midway through she stopped and asked him how he was feeling.
He stared at the ceiling and wondered why his mind would wander at a time like this but it was the first time for both of them so he had no clue what he was supposed to think about.
And unlike his girlfriend he hadnâ€™t consulted with anyone who had done this before because that would have meant having to confess he hadnâ€™t done it many times in the past.
So he stared at the ceiling and smiled at dreams of milk bubbles and pink sports cars. Maybe his mom was right, girls can be fun to play with.