story_teller
08-08-2010, 03:05 AM
My name is Grady and I want to tell the story of the first romantic moment of my life.
It was the start of senior year and with that brings the one and only sport I play in, Football. With Football season comes homecoming festivities, arguably the best part of the year in high school. I am a really shy kid that never goes to dances or parties or anything like that. Sports is all that interested me and outside of that I feared what that kind of social life was like. Anyways, ever since Junior year there was one girl I would ever consider dating, her name was Lauren and there was something about the first time we made eye contact that I wanted to be with her. Of course being a shy kid outside of brief conversations we never really talked. I think she knew I had a crush on her though. The first five weeks of the season I was playing great however and girls started to notice me more. They were wondering if I had a date with anyone yet and even more than my shyness that brushed them off was my love for Lauren.
The only one I told about my crush on Lauren was my close friend Ramiro. He soon became frustrated that I was refusing to go to homecoming despite my updated status around school. I insisted it was just not something for me unless it was my dream date, which I think triggered him to see what I was saying. Soon to my disapproval almost the whole team knew about how I wanted to go out with Lauren. That next Monday they hatched a plan to have her come over to my lunch table and ask if I had something to say. When the moment came I was frozen when someone from the other end of the table yelled that I wanted to ask her to homecoming. Honestly, I was going to ask her but they just answered for me first. She casually smiled at me and said sure. I smiled back and said great. We walked around for a second to just talk about plans, this was the most we ever talked and I was already falling in even more love with her.
Word spread about what had happened and by Friday everyone knew. On Friday we had the assembly of games and announcing of the king and queen. Lauren was one of the candidates and it announced she was queen in front of the whole school! She walked a lap around the school, hands full of flowers and the biggest smile on her face. I didn't even get a chance to congratulate her, everyone else was crowding around and we were forced to return to class. For a moment I feared she had forgotten about me but then quickly shot down that idea in that she was probably just overwhelmed by everything. Quickly came the game and I still hadn't even talked to her since her crowning. The feeling sat in me uneasy until just before the game started she saw me wave at her and smiled back. I was having another great game, everything was going so well but all I cared about was talking to Lauren but now was not the time. Then it happened, near the end of the game I had caught a pass when my cleats dug just too far into the turf as I got tackled from both sides. I felt my leg collapse under me and fell in a heap of bone and flesh. In complete pain I was literally in shock on the field. The rest of that time was a blur, all I can remember is the siren of the ambulance and being put under for immediate surgery to repair the leg broken in several places.
The next thing I remember was it being morning and my mom taking me home and to my bedroom. I was instructed to rest in there for as long as the medicine lasts. At least the rest of the weekend until it hit me, it was the night of the dance and I still hadn't even talked to Lauren. And even worse I couldn't even go. I asked my mom to bring me my phone and texted Lauren about how I wouldn't be able to go. She then called me back and was feeling sympathetic for me. As much as it killed me to say I said she should just go with some other guy. At that moment I couldn't even bare to talk to her. She agreed that she should and that she was sorry again and hung up. The rest of the day I was so dejected. Thinking about what she must be doing now, getting ready, having lunch, taking pictures. I couldn't even handle having the TV on, it was starting to get dark and I was ready to take a nap to escape this nightmare and the pain of my leg. It was indescribable the mental and physical state I was in. I had just blown the opportunity of a lifetime. I switched off the TV and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I was hoping they would just turn the corner and leave me alone assuming it was my mom or something. I heard the door creak open and I half turned over to see who it was. At first I could only make out a silhouette then came into focus some high heels, then a flash dress and finally I read on the sash across the body "Homecoming Queen". All I could do was smile. For a second I feared she was just dropping something off then leaving, but then she asked if there was room for two in that bed. Of course there was! And so she kicked off her heels and lay in bed with me. We talked and she felt my cast and she explained how she realized where the real dance was, here with me. For once in my life I wasn't nervous talking or anything, she was just so wonderful. We didn't have sex or anything but the sun rose and she said she had to go and gave me a kiss. We laughed about how we had talked through the whole night.
I feel asleep and when I awoke in the afternoon I had realized that my real life was now better than my dreams and gave my new girlfriend a phone call.
It was the start of senior year and with that brings the one and only sport I play in, Football. With Football season comes homecoming festivities, arguably the best part of the year in high school. I am a really shy kid that never goes to dances or parties or anything like that. Sports is all that interested me and outside of that I feared what that kind of social life was like. Anyways, ever since Junior year there was one girl I would ever consider dating, her name was Lauren and there was something about the first time we made eye contact that I wanted to be with her. Of course being a shy kid outside of brief conversations we never really talked. I think she knew I had a crush on her though. The first five weeks of the season I was playing great however and girls started to notice me more. They were wondering if I had a date with anyone yet and even more than my shyness that brushed them off was my love for Lauren.
The only one I told about my crush on Lauren was my close friend Ramiro. He soon became frustrated that I was refusing to go to homecoming despite my updated status around school. I insisted it was just not something for me unless it was my dream date, which I think triggered him to see what I was saying. Soon to my disapproval almost the whole team knew about how I wanted to go out with Lauren. That next Monday they hatched a plan to have her come over to my lunch table and ask if I had something to say. When the moment came I was frozen when someone from the other end of the table yelled that I wanted to ask her to homecoming. Honestly, I was going to ask her but they just answered for me first. She casually smiled at me and said sure. I smiled back and said great. We walked around for a second to just talk about plans, this was the most we ever talked and I was already falling in even more love with her.
Word spread about what had happened and by Friday everyone knew. On Friday we had the assembly of games and announcing of the king and queen. Lauren was one of the candidates and it announced she was queen in front of the whole school! She walked a lap around the school, hands full of flowers and the biggest smile on her face. I didn't even get a chance to congratulate her, everyone else was crowding around and we were forced to return to class. For a moment I feared she had forgotten about me but then quickly shot down that idea in that she was probably just overwhelmed by everything. Quickly came the game and I still hadn't even talked to her since her crowning. The feeling sat in me uneasy until just before the game started she saw me wave at her and smiled back. I was having another great game, everything was going so well but all I cared about was talking to Lauren but now was not the time. Then it happened, near the end of the game I had caught a pass when my cleats dug just too far into the turf as I got tackled from both sides. I felt my leg collapse under me and fell in a heap of bone and flesh. In complete pain I was literally in shock on the field. The rest of that time was a blur, all I can remember is the siren of the ambulance and being put under for immediate surgery to repair the leg broken in several places.
The next thing I remember was it being morning and my mom taking me home and to my bedroom. I was instructed to rest in there for as long as the medicine lasts. At least the rest of the weekend until it hit me, it was the night of the dance and I still hadn't even talked to Lauren. And even worse I couldn't even go. I asked my mom to bring me my phone and texted Lauren about how I wouldn't be able to go. She then called me back and was feeling sympathetic for me. As much as it killed me to say I said she should just go with some other guy. At that moment I couldn't even bare to talk to her. She agreed that she should and that she was sorry again and hung up. The rest of the day I was so dejected. Thinking about what she must be doing now, getting ready, having lunch, taking pictures. I couldn't even handle having the TV on, it was starting to get dark and I was ready to take a nap to escape this nightmare and the pain of my leg. It was indescribable the mental and physical state I was in. I had just blown the opportunity of a lifetime. I switched off the TV and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I was hoping they would just turn the corner and leave me alone assuming it was my mom or something. I heard the door creak open and I half turned over to see who it was. At first I could only make out a silhouette then came into focus some high heels, then a flash dress and finally I read on the sash across the body "Homecoming Queen". All I could do was smile. For a second I feared she was just dropping something off then leaving, but then she asked if there was room for two in that bed. Of course there was! And so she kicked off her heels and lay in bed with me. We talked and she felt my cast and she explained how she realized where the real dance was, here with me. For once in my life I wasn't nervous talking or anything, she was just so wonderful. We didn't have sex or anything but the sun rose and she said she had to go and gave me a kiss. We laughed about how we had talked through the whole night.
I feel asleep and when I awoke in the afternoon I had realized that my real life was now better than my dreams and gave my new girlfriend a phone call.