I've Named The Moon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Stella King is back in a very short story about finding love because you're running away from it...we've all felt like that before right?

Submitted: March 14, 2012

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“I’m sure there’s a place where the moon is bigger than the sky, a place where the birds sing at night, and the animals dance. It’s a place of magic and mystery, a place where tall handsome men roam wildly just looking for women to love, and I’m going to find it.”
-Moi (Meradee Esselman)
When I was a child I was captivated by the moon. I loved it so much I even named it, because, after all, a different moon shines down on everyone. I named my moon Nate. 
Nate was a boy I liked in school at the time and I was sure we would be married, in fact, we were to be married at recess, but Sidney Crass stole him from me and we were never married.
I renamed my moon that night.  
This time his name was Brandon. I fell in love with him when I heard him singing in the bathroom. We held hands at recess and he stood up for me against the bullies that teased me about my glasses. He was my boyfriend until second grade when my parents separated us by moving to another city farther north. I cried for two hours I was so heart broken. 
And so the moon was called ‘Moon’.
Dylan was the next boy I fell for. He was short, but I didn’t care. He had spiky hair and giggled every time the teacher blew her nose on her monogrammed handkerchief. But he was the guy all the girls chased and he wasn’t interested in me. Xavier was though.
Xavier was gross and tall and skinny and blonde. He kissed me on the cheek right after I got braces and I hated him for the rest of elementary school. Why couldn’t Dylan kiss me?
Secret Santa two years later surprised me when Dalton, the next boy I named the moon after, gave me a comb set for Christmas. He was short too, but he was nice and the next year we sang on a Christmas CD together and I was certain he was the one. But alas, he was in love with the girl with that looked like a pig! So I had to let him go, and once again the moon was nameless. 
In Symphonic band when I was fourteen I fell in love with Ryan. He laughed whenever I made monkey sounds and he played the sax. How could I not love him? And so the moon had a name! But soon, my best friend Emilee liked Ryan. She brought him back a key chain from Disneyland and they started dating. I hid from the moon for several months.
When I turned seventeen I named the moon Cameron. But Cameron kissed Katelyn Johnson, who wore so much make up she looked like a raccoon. But the moon was still named Cameron. I flirted with Cameron every day in class, Sam and I drove past his house in the middle of the night, but He dated Jessie, cute, little petite Jessie with the long red hair and angelic smile. Cameron didn’t like me.
The moon stayed Cameron even when Jake swooped in and romanced me off my feet. He left me breathless, but the moon’s name never changed. When Jake broke my heart I didn’t have to change the moon’s name. But instead, it stayed the same.
The moon glowed brightly the day Cameron told me he liked me. It shined and shined and shined, even though there was never any hope. And soon enough Cameron and Stella weren’t connected with an ‘and’. Although I was still ultimately heartbroken I couldn’t rename the moon. And so, still today, the moon is called Cameron even four years after the day we first met.
I was so desperate to get away from the moon called Cameron that I went to a place I would never go. A sleazy dance club with gyrating bodies and strange men that like to touch you. Sam and I went and the moon shone down on us, but it wasn’t called Cameron, it was called ‘Random Guy Who Put His Hand on My Waist And Tried to Flirt With My Butt’ and that was okay for the night. 
But when I got home, certain I’d inhaled something judging from the buzzing in my head, the euphoric feeling of weightlessness, and the urge to text a friend in all caps at two in the morning: CHASE ARE YOU AWAKE? DO YOU THINK I’M AWAKE?
My dreams that night did not seem to wish to give me any solace as I imagined myself, sitting on the lap of a rather attractive individual with dark hair, soulful eyes, and a smile that made my toes melt. But as I poured the chocolate syrup on my hamburger, I found the stream landing on a pair of dirty sneakers.
Standing up I began to apologize, frantically grabbing for napkins to wipe off the stranger’s shoes, only to discover it wasn’t a stranger. Instead, I was looking into the cocky eyes of the one and only Cameron. He was taller now, and more buff. Man, all that ballroom dancing sure has got him looking good. I told myself. And before I knew it I was driving a sports car, miraculously endowed with the knowledge of how a manual transmission worked and there was Cameron, sitting cocky in the passenger’s seat. 
Not even in my drug hallucinating dreams could I escape the boy that haunted my every time I looked up at the moon. 
But I made a commitment to myself that I would find some way, by a grand miracle, of course, to forget the name of the moon, and the memories that accompanied just one look. Desperate to purge the memories from my brain I knew there was only one thing left to do. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, it was such an obvious solution, but the moment the idea entered my head, I knew it was the best thing.
I needed to fall in love again and have my heart broken.
It was the perfect solution really, all I had to do was talk to my sister Karen who knew plenty of jerks who would pretend to love me and just toss me away when they found someone better, I had heard all of her late-night phone calls about all the pathetic people she fell in love with. 
Of the eleven people she kissed I’m sure she could find someone who knew someone who would be willing to date her pathetically gangly older sister. Obviously a fool proof plan. 
And so I entered into the cave of doom, as I like to refer to her room. With blankets covering the windows, dark paint on the walls and glow stars and boy’s names written in glow paint all over the walls it’s hard to not be creeped out by it’s eerie nature. I sat down on the ridiculously large bed that squeaked whenever you touched it and told her my situation, feeling like I was confessing to Oprah in a dark padded room. 
After her laughter died down and she paused long enough to stop laughing at me she informed me she would make a few calls and promptly said, “Now get out.” Even though it was dark, I could feel her mentally shooing me out the door and into the hallway, hoping I wouldn’t trip and die on the pile of clothes, DVDs, and shoes that rested beside the door. 
Even though Karen thinks of me as a loser, she came through, and in no time I had a date for Friday night and nothing suitable to wear that Dayne would like. And so, it was time for me to stand still as I was dressed up and given dating tips, half of which were incoherent. But when it was time for Dayne to arrive I was sitting anxiously in my bedroom, pretending I wasn’t anxiously sitting in my bedroom waiting for my date to arrive.
The doorbell rang and my heart rate accelerated. I made my feet slow down as I bit my lip and answered the door calmly and coolly. When I opened the door I was surprised to discover that the moon I saw in the distance was no longer named Cameron, and that was just after one little look. 
 
A/N: I TOLD you it was short! hahaha! Well, let me know what you think! If you liked it, click the like button. These short stories are really good for me because I'm branching out and trying new things. I don't know about those of you who have read my writing before, but I feel like this is really different than what I usually write! Love you! Cheers! ♥Meradee


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