May 2009
9 posts
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11. See You Again
It’s a sunny, warm day. I stand next to a window, looking at the front lawn filled with burnt grass.All I can think about is calling Elizabeth. Barry is sitting on a chair next to the stereo, making a mix tape for his walkman. He’s got LPs of Dire Straits, U2, The Police and Pink Floys scattered across the floor.
“How about ‘Brothers in Arms’ now. I think the tempo slowed down with ‘Tea in the...
10. Leonor and Mrs. Leticia
I woke up after my first night at Barry’s house. He’s snoring on top of our bed, I sleep in a narrow drawer that opens underneath him. My mother didn’t cry for some reason last night when she said goodbye, I’m not sure if this was Dad’s calming influence or if she was just pretending to be strong for me. I was split in half, with the little boy screaming to be picked up and not left behind,...
9. You're Not Staying
“Of course he can stay,” said Barry’s mom.
“Well, I really appreciate it. Just let me know how much we would need to send you on a monthly basis, considering, of course, that we’re by no means people with money…”
“I could never charge anything for him. I’m sure you would do the same for any of your son’s best friends, right?”
Dad would never do something like that. He would probably do it if...
8. It’s Now or Never
Barry looks at me wide-eyed. “You can’t leave now, man! That teacher is your ticket to heaven!”
“But am I going to tell them?”
“You gotta act tough. Put down your foot.”
“Where am I going to stay?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“Can I stay with you?”
“Oh, no way. My mother wouldn’t let another man sleep under her roof while my sister is living there. But you can definitely wash your...
7. Nuts
“You told her what?”
“That I had fallen in love with her.”
Barry chuckled. “What did she say?”
“I don’t know; she stood there looking at me.”
Her face was like a short story. It began with a smile, then her eyes opened very wide, then she wrinkled her forehead and looked deeply sad, then I don’t know because I just walked away.
My mom shouts from the living room to hang up the phone. I...
6. Sad Stories
She looks so beautiful to me that I realize this is not just infatuation or a teenager crush. This must be love, my first true and deep love. It’s not like what happened with Gina when I just started school and she was all smiles with me and her prominent nose didn’t hide her beautiful olive skin and her big black eyes and her short black hair that reminded me of a beautiful Liza Minnelli and she...
5. The Hideout
The wait is killing me. I look at my wristwatch and it looks like the hands are stuck at one fifteen. I won’t hide on a bathroom stall ever again. I hear the door open and the sounds of a stampede. Two guys are laughing and shouting. One of them tries to open my stall door.
“Busy!” I shout.
The guy open the stall next to me. I have fun for two seconds, trying to figure out this guy’s face from...
4. Moving Out
The last day of high school is upon us. Emotions are riding high and tears are the currency of the day. People are signing each other’s shirts with non-erasable markers. Elizabeth is standing next to Lucas laughing at some joke. He is a completely new person. His hair is different, his jeans are tight, his glasses replaced by contacts and now he talks and walks with a playboy swagger. Elizabeth...
April 2009
3 posts
3. Prostitute Stories
The night is chilly. So is the beer. We sit in the round aluminum table with a huge umbrella on top. CADA Café is the place to meet and exchange stories and future attack plans on women. The first time I was here, I hated beer. Just swallowing it was a big undertaking. But all my buddies were downing the plastic cold jars and I wasn’t going to send the message that I’m a total introvert and that...
2. Best Friends
We laugh as I gun the car out of the driveway. Lucas is riding shotgun, with his window rolled all the way down. It’s a hot day in May and the air comes inside the car as a jet stream, fluttering our hair around. What a feeling to be in command, to depend on yourself. I choose what time I leave and what I time I come back. It’ll be like this every single day when I get my own car. For now, I’m...
1. She is the one.
I race through traffic. I race against time. I ask the lady how many flowers are needed to make a path filled with petals from the front door to the bed in the bedroom. She says she doesn’t know. She is looking at me puzzled. I tell her I’m proposing. Her eyes light up and her tone changes completely. She turns her eyes upward and puts her finger to her lips, thinking. She finally answers that I’m...