Francis and Eliza

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is not a love story

Submitted: January 27, 2012

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Submitted: January 27, 2012



Francis and Eliza

 “Francis!!” she screamed in excitement. I turned my head and was quickly embraced by Kaitlin.

“Get off me I’m mad at you, no I’m mad at you, no I’m mad at you!” I repeated. She wrapped her arms around me in an intense hug that kind of hurt. The more I struggled the less it helped. As much as I hate to admit it she was stronger than me. I wasn’t really mad but I had every right to be.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how it happened I’m so sorry” she said in an earnest voice. I’d known Kaitlin since my freshmen year of high school, and we’d been through a lot of quote: zany sauce adventures together (her words not mine). I could never stay mad at her.

“I’m so sorry, Francis, I don’t know how it happened, it was an accident” she whined. I hadn’t seen her since the end of sophomore year, and I’ve never been one to hold a grudge so honestly I didn’t care that she did specifically what Id asked her not to do.

“I’ll stop being mad, if you bum me a cigarette” I said with my I want something smile. She couldn’t say no knowing what she had done this summer was wrong. She left and returned moments later with a Camel Blue, my favorite. “Don’t worry after tonight i’m quitting, seriously, I swear”; I said not sure which of us I was trying to convince.

We were at a night time picnic; there were about twelve people there. My friend Jude had brought me, and I knew about three other people including Kaitlin. Some people I didn’t know sat in a circle and listened as one girl played “Daniel” by Elton John surprisingly well. She stopped during the chorus and started to make out with her boyfriend so I turned my attention back to Kaitlin.

“Did you ever notice how all smarties taste the same?” someone said in a naturally soft spoken voice. The question wasn’t directed towards me but I turned around and saw her. She had the same pair of Converse All Stars as I did; her pants were splattered with green, purple, and yellow paint around her thighs. She had on a brown classic Grateful Dead shirt. I loved dead heads; not that I am one myself I just love a free spirit in my life. Before I saw her face I felt drawn to her, not because of what she wore, but her lovely, beautiful, amazing voice. To say she sounds like an angel is not only cliché, but it wouldn’t do her voice justice. Hearing her say those ten words filled me with such completeness that if I died I’d die truly content. This description may sound inflated but suffice it to say when I saw her face I knew I was in love. Apparently Kaitlin knew it too

“Hey Eliza!” she called. Eliza I’d heard the name before but it has never tasted so sweet rolling off the tongue. Eliza and Francis, Francis and Eliza I have to admit it had a great ring to it, I thought. When she walked her long curly brown hair bounced and fluttered in the gentle breeze, and I was mesmerized by her being.

“Hey Kaitlin what’s up?” she said simply. The moon illuminated her perfectly like a spotlight of nature.

I tried my best not to stare, but it was no use. “Why must I be so awkward?”  I prayed she hadn’t notice the total creep next to her gawking at her face.

“Hey, can I have your short?” she said to me with a smile that either says “I want something”, or “I’m the prettiest girl in the world, and I want something you have”.

“Sure”, I said I figured the less I say the less of a chance I have of making an ass of myself. “Cool. Hey are you Francis?”


“Jude and Kaitlin talk about you all the time” she said

“Really, I’m always glad to meet a fan” I said with an unsure voice

“Hey is it true you invented your own religion after doing after drinking seven red bulls,” she said genuinely interested in what I had to say. It’s always nice when people actually listen to what you have to say, instead of waiting for their turn to talk.

“Well, yeah, but the hardest part was surviving it all my first time drinking Redbull.”

She laughed; I wasn’t aware I’d made a joke. Don’t you love it when you’ve told the same joke so many times you forget it’s a joke, then you meet some one who has never heard it before and they love it? When I looked into her eyes I felt safe, like staying in bed on a Saturday morning or laying in the grass staring up in to the moon the stars. Her eyes were brown like mine but Id never seen such sparkling brown eyes before.

“I’d love to hear about it sometime,” she said and tilted her head just a bit. I felt my heart skip a beat when she said this, I gulped

“Sure, anytime,” I managed to make out without mumbling. “Maybe the three of us could hang out sometime.”

“Sure, I’d like that”

 My life was feeling more complete by the second; it was the definition of happiness. I imagined how the rest of my life would be with her in it. Just happiness all the time. A big part of me knew this wasn’t true, but it’s nice to dream.

There was a bonfire burning beside us, the absolute perfect moment.

“Hey babe.” A guy walked up to her grabbed her by the waist and kissed her passionately. Not in a romantic sense more in the tyrannical “take what I want sense”. I felt a mixture of sickness and sadness rolled into one.

“Hey Vinny” she said gently pushing him away after a kiss that seem to last forever. “Francis this is my boyfriend Vincent. Vincent this is Francis”

“Sup bro,” he said. His word choice was a testament to how much of a threat he found me to be with Eliza.

“Hello Vincent” I said in a plain slightly upbeat voice. I handed Eliza the short of my cigarette.

“Oh thanks. I thought you had to work tonight?” she said

“I just got off work and you won’t believe what happened”


“I was cleaning tables and some chick got shot in the head! It was crazy. The cops closed the restaurant early and everyone got to take the rest of the night off.”

“Wait, what happened!?”

“I was cleaning tables, next thing I know I hear a gunshot and everyone started rushing out; it was crazy. Her brain goo was all over the booth, so the first thing I think is. Damn I’m gonna have to clean this crap up”

“Oh my god did they catch the guy?” she asked intrigued by the story rather than the story teller.

“Who cares, I get the rest of the night off with pay,” Vincent said.  I turned and looked at Kaitlin and nodded my head toward Jude attempting to escape such a saddining scene of regret and utter stupidity on my part.

“We’ll be right back, we have to ask Jude something,” Kaitlin said, saving me from that conversation. We walked over to Jude.

“Are you ready to go man? This place kind of sucks now that Vincent’s here” Jude said unknowingly lifting my spirits. He had a knack for doing that, making me feel better when I’m depressed.

“Yeah man. Well Kaitlin, I guess this is goodbye,” I said sadly. I gave her a tight hug and said in her ear "Oh, and try not to have sex with any girls I like okay?” 

“Bye, Francis, I guess I’ll see you when I see you”. Jude and I were walking away then I faintly heard her.

“Bye, Francis,” Eliza said.

As Jude and I walked away, I felt a sharp pain in what felt like my very soul. That seems to be the way things go for me. My mind began to drift to all the other times things like this have happened. I didn’t’ know where I should direct my anger; Vincent for ruining a great moment or Eliza for being so misleadingly sweet and lovely. But of course I should blame myself for having hope.

“Hope,” I said, “is the first step in to disappointment”

“It really is. What really sucks is how hard it is to kill,” Jude said.” But when you finally do, you’re free.”


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