Her

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 18, 2018

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The first time I noticed her, we were at the movies. It was Halloween night and my friends pulled the guilt card and made me watch IT with them. Great friends, I know. We were about 40 minutes into the film and I had already witnessed more spooky things than I wanted to. She sat in front of me. It was when the clown came out, for like the billionth time that night, and her popcorn went flying backward… towards me. Of course, that scared the living daylights out of me and I screamed. And she screamed. Finally, the entire theater screamed (not because of the popcorn, but rather the movie). When everyone quieted down, she turned in her seat to face me. Her features were so delicate--- tiny nose, a small ghost of a smile, a light dusting of freckles along her cheeks, but also big, beautiful green eyes that were rounded with fright. She whispered a quick sorry before grabbing a handful of popcorn off of my chest and returning her attention to the screen. Till this day I don’t know if she was apologizing for her snack that went flying or the handful of popcorn she stole from my chest.

The second time I noticed her, we were not at the movies. Nope, I might have accidentally hit her car when backing out of those ridiculously small Walmart parking spaces. Instead of doing the wise thing and just driving away and letting the guilt eat at me, I decided to wait by her car until the owner of the now bent vehicle was done shopping. When she approached me, she could barely see past the boxes of macaroni and cheese in her hands. Of course, I had to explain myself. Instead of becoming angry though, she actually began to laugh. Not a giggle, but a loud and obnoxious maniac killer clown laugh. She asked if this was payback from the movie theater incident. She remembered me too. I think that was when we became friends…

The twenty-third time I noticed her was when she invited me over for an ‘epic’ movie marathon. Before driving recklessly to her house, she made a quick stop to Walmart and came back with her arms full of Pringles, Cheetos, Hershey’s chocolate bars, coffee, and of course, mac and cheese. I had asked her not to eat all of that and her reply is still fresh in my mind like it had happened yesterday. She smiled softly and whispered in my ear that she wasn’t going to eat all of it… I was going to help her.

The fifty-seventh time I noticed her was when we went to Senior prom together. I wasn’t allowed to come over until exactly 7pm and I had to rent a really expensive tux. It was worth it though. So so worth it. When she walked down the hallway I couldn’t catch my breath. Her soft ash hair was intricately pinned into a braid that fell across her shoulders. Her dress was made of a forest green lace that brought out her shining eyes, and the fabric hugged all of her curves in the most perfect ways. She was just barely 5’1 but with the brown leather heels, she almost met my shoulders. That night I had told her how beautiful she looked and I remember the blush that crept up her neck and face. She punched me in the shoulder and said that I was either blind or an idiot. I didn’t know how to respond.

The ninety-fourth time I noticed her was at 11pm at the beach. Our entire senior class joined together for a bonfire and she came thirteen minutes late with her friends. They all had their swimsuits on but she was bundled in a sweatshirt. I tried to get her to go swimming but she immediately shot me down with the excuse that she didn’t feel like swimming with sharks and the other creepy creatures of the sea. Instead of swimming, we ate s’mores and walked in the shallow water. I made the mistake of splashing her legs… Later that night I received a bucket of icy salt water on my head.

The one hundred and sixth time I noticed her was when she kissed me. She had stood up on the toes of her mustard-yellow vans and her lips just barely brushed my own. It was short, but somehow enough. We kissed a lot after that.

The one hundred and eighty-fourth time I noticed her was late at night when I brought soup to her house because she was sick. The door opened just slightly enough so the moon highlighted her petite face. She was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket but showed no smile on her face. She actually looked scared--- not like the first time at the movie theaters, but truly frightened to see me. She accepted the soup with quick thank you and gently squeezed my hand before closing the door in my face.

The last time I noticed her, it was raining--- ironic, right? She wasn’t crying then, only the dried tear tracks were visible on her face. She explained something about her brothers, she explained something about her mother, she explained the bruises along her shoulders and back, she explained something about secrets, she explained something consequences, she explained something about being really, really happy. Then she said goodbye… but not before throwing herself into me, wrapping arms around my back, and giving me the hug I would never forget.

I would never forget her.

I never did.

Even now...


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