As I sat there reminiscing about my past and the tragedies that I have endured, I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Monica’s voice calling for me from our living room.
“Savanah,” with the nuiscance sound of a giggle.
“Yes?”, I reluctantly replied.
“Will you come out here for a second, there is someone I would like you to meet.”
With my insides churning, I hesitantly put down my old rugged guitar nervously held in my grasp. I open my bedroom door and appear next to Monica.
“Hello,” I muster up shyly.
“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I have heard so much about you.” the guy with the boyish face said with a smile, reaching out his hand toward me.
“Why yes” I replied simply. My hands are starting to tremble. Sending out a return handshake was all I could do.
By now Monica is stroking his wavy brown hair and standing close to him and all the while with her hand placed upon his muscular back.
“My name is Jet” he says.
“Nice to meet you,” I reply.
I withdraw my hand from the strength of his hand, and stand their numbly.
In a quick moment of silence, I excuse myself and head back towards our kitchen. I begin to fumble around for a glass and pour myself some water from the kitchen sink. Sipping it silently, Monica begins in a loud voice,
“Jet and I met a few weeks ago and I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two sooner! He just moved here from California.”
Raising my eyebrows and holding onto what little emotion I had left, I managed to squeeze out,
“That’s nice!,” as I head toward my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.
Frustrated and now confused, I am overwhelmed with a sense of madness. “A few weeks?, “ I mutter underneath my breath.
I put my headphones on and tune into whats playing on my favorite Pandora station, Queen! The song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust.’ Ha! Ha! Coincidence, perhaps, I do not care at this point. Shedding my clothes and crawling into my bed, I flip my hair back, and begin to squeeze my pillow. A tear manages to trickle down my face. I close my eyes, and has the sound of soft giggles fill the room once more, my mind drifts off to another place in time.
Sitting by the fire light wrapped in his arms, now seems annoying. How could I have been convinced to share myself with a guy like that? I never saw Monica in the crowd. Quite honestly, I didn’t really see anyone but us. The way he spoke to me and caressed my hair, pulling it away from my green eyes. I never had anyone touch me like he did. I never really had anyone to even speak of since my last fling, over a year ago.
Most girls want to find someone to hang onto. I never did. I guess hearing my brothers joke and laugh about the women that they had, made me realize that boys are just that, boys. I never really experienced much love between my parents either. My mother always seemed so damn cold, even when my dad would come home from long hunting trips. I had nothing to compare love to only heartbreak songs that would play out on my old truck radio. I could never really find a good signal to play my phone anywhere out on the road. This small town is surrounded by cornfields and hills leading towards a large group of trees that fill the outskirts of the countryside. Plenty of good hunting grounds if you ask me.
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