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Sara and Michael… Sitting in a tree K .I .S .S I .N. G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Sara pushing a baby carriage"!
This chant was followed by peals of laughter from my moronic friends. How could they do this to me? I am so embarrassed. I know my cheeks must be blazing at least three different shades of crimson. And all because he smiled at me in the hall! Of course I do like him and they know this, but still, I think I will die if he heard them and turns around to look at me.
Oh, God he is going to turn around! Oh, God he's…I feel a giggle of my own well up in my throat and choke it down, as his smile melts my heart like a marshmallow over a campfire. His dreamy eyes look into mine and…my giggling friends bump into me sending my books flying.
As I stoop to pick them up I feel my cheeks grow hotter…Is this how my Aunt Judy feels when she has one of her hot flashes? I can't help but wonder this and feel a certain understanding form somewhere in the back of my mind, but somehow I doubt humiliation accompanies a hot flash and lets not forget giggles from your best friends. Those most certainly do not.
"Sara?"
I hear my name fall from his lips and my heart starts pounding a beat to accompany the butterflies dancing a jig inside my stomach. I look up at him and I am totally unaware of my friends dropping back, their giggles hidden behind their hands.
I only become aware that I am alone with him after he helps me straighten my books and we are standing upright, with his hand resting gently on my arm. I feel all goose pimply all of a sudden and I know I must be blushing, but oh, my God he is smiling at me again!
"Sara, I was um, I was kinda wondering if, um, you would…um…go to the…um, dance with me?" He stutters cutely.
I can't believe Michael Scofield is acting nervous about asking me to the dance. Asking me to the dance! Oh, God he just asked me to the 6th grade dance! I hold my squeal in check, saving it for when I can share this wonderful news with my four girlfriends who will be almost as elated by my news as I am to tell it. I say almost, 'cause it will be me on Michael's arm at the dance, not them. That is if I can pull my tongue from the roof of my mouth and say yes.
Finally when I think I can manage some intelligible words my lips part and I say, "Yes, Michael I would love to go to the dance with you."
I watch as his smile grows bigger and his fingers squeeze my arm gently before letting go.
"Great, Sara, I'll um, my mom will pick you up at 6:00 if that's okay?"
I feel my head moving up and down in a moronic nod and the smile I am wearing could be considered scary I think, but he doesn't seem to notice as he returns it.
"Well, I'll, um, I'll see you tomorrow," he says as he turns to go.
"Um…I'll…yep I'll see you tomorrow!" I say loudly…too loudly maybe, because my friends hear me and a peal of giggles follows.
I watch Michael walk away and when he is far enough not to overhear I make my way over to my girlfriends and tell them my news.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth the 5 of us are squealing and jumping up and down. We hang around, the excitement in our voices carrying, but when we start getting dirty looks from the school principle we know it is time to start the short walk home.
I take off one way with my friend Stacy, and the 3 other girls head in the opposite direction.
As Stacy and I walk away we hear them take up the chant again.
"Sara and Michael… Sitting in a tree K .I .S .S I .N. G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Sara pushing a baby carriage"!
Stacy and I look at each other and our giggles drift along with the leaves we are happily kicking up with our feet as we make our way up our street.
