The Elelphant in the Room

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An encounter between myself and a friend

Submitted: January 20, 2013

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The Elephant in the Room

 

The air around us was ice. Each breath like inhaling shards of ice. The early morning sun was struggling to come up. Not a sinner in the car park below. Joint butts filled the ashtray. A night of smoking filled our minds. And we sat, one beside the other.

 

“So, the elephant in the room…”

My stomach flipped. Perhaps a little slower than it would have if not for the joints and the early hour. I looked over at him, shyly. A hundred million responses flashed through my brain, all the things that should’ve been said.

“Yea…”

A tentative smile. I had no idea what I was doing. He flicked the last of the last joint into the ashtray and stood. I stood too. We made eye contact, briefly, both quickly looking away. Knowing. Unsure. Scared.

 

Again, side by side in chairs. This time, inside instead of out. All the things I wanted to say reached the tip of my tongue, but fear stopped them from escaping my lips. Eye contact again. A cheeky smile.

“Well, if it makes any difference, I haven’t had a chance to buy condoms.”

“There are other things we could do…without condoms.” I smiled over at him. We both knew where it was going, but we were both too afraid to make the first move.

“You know…like making out…” I felt like a fool saying it. Years of friendship, the closest I’d ever known, badly timed attractions and marathon texting sessions delving into the deepest, darkest parts of our minds. And it all came down to this. Making out. Like twelve year olds playing spin the bottle. He stood. Fear again filled my stomach.  

“Well…come on then.” I stood, and walked over to him.

 

His arms hung around my waist, mine around his neck. Not how friends embraced. My heart was racing in my chest, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I looked up at him. He looked down at me. We moved closer, about to change the dynamic of our friendship forever. Our lips touched, trembling, eager. We pulled our lips apart, and held onto each other. Relief. Everything was fine. Nothing had changed. We grinned like idiots. He drew my face close again, holding my head from behind. His hand traced up my side, gently brushing the tender skin of my waist. What had started out tentative now became more passionate, intense. Breaths quickened, hands searched for skin, and our lips never parted.

 

Hugging once again. The most reassuring hug I’ve ever had. In the living room where we spent so many of our evenings.

“I’m going to bed.” He took my hand in his, fingers interlacing, and led me out to his room. My head filled with endless thoughts again. But one stood out. That kiss was frickin’ amazing.

And I couldn’t for the life of me remember why we had waited so long.

 

The Elephant in the Room

 

The air around us was ice. Each breath like inhaling shards of ice. The early morning sun was struggling to come up. Not a sinner in the car park below. Joint butts filled the ashtray. A night of smoking filled our minds. And we sat, one beside the other.

 

“So, the elephant in the room…”

My stomach flipped. Perhaps a little slower than it would have if not for the joints and the early hour. I looked over at him, shyly. A hundred million responses flashed through my brain, all the things that should’ve been said.

“Yea…”

A tentative smile. I had no idea what I was doing. He flicked the last of the last joint into the ashtray and stood. I stood too. We made eye contact, briefly, both quickly looking away. Knowing. Unsure. Scared.

 

Again, side by side in chairs. This time, inside instead of out. All the things I wanted to say reached the tip of my tongue, but fear stopped them from escaping my lips. Eye contact again. A cheeky smile.

“Well, if it makes any difference, I haven’t had a chance to buy condoms.”

“There are other things we could do…without condoms.” I smiled over at him. We both knew where it was going, but we were both too afraid to make the first move.

“You know…like making out…” I felt like a fool saying it. Years of friendship, the closest I’d ever known, badly timed attractions and marathon texting sessions delving into the deepest, darkest parts of our minds. And it all came down to this. Making out. Like twelve year olds playing spin the bottle. He stood. Fear again filled my stomach.  

“Well…come on then.” I stood, and walked over to him.

 

His arms hung around my waist, mine around his neck. Not how friends embraced. My heart was racing in my chest, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I looked up at him. He looked down at me. We moved closer, about to change the dynamic of our friendship forever. Our lips touched, trembling, eager. We pulled our lips apart, and held onto each other. Relief. Everything was fine. Nothing had changed. We grinned like idiots. He drew my face close again, holding my head from behind. His hand traced up my side, gently brushing the tender skin of my waist. What had started out tentative now became more passionate, intense. Breaths quickened, hands searched for skin, and our lips never parted.

 

Hugging once again. The most reassuring hug I’ve ever had. In the living room where we spent so many of our evenings.

“I’m going to bed.” He took my hand in his, fingers interlacing, and led me out to his room. My head filled with endless thoughts again. But one stood out. That kiss was frickin’ amazing.

And I couldn’t for the life of me remember why we had waited so long.

 


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