She had let her hair grow long; down below her shoulders. He didn't think that she could have looked any better than when he had first met her. He was wrong. She had the body of a woman now. She had definitely come into her own.
What the fuck am I doing here? I am nothing but an unpleasant memory. I am nothing but a moment in time when she decided to rebel against her parents, her friends and society. She was nothing but a debutante who once decided to mix with a kid from skid row. Fuck! Why can't I just let it go? Why can't I just let her go? It's been 7 goddamn years!
She hung up the phone with a laugh and moved to her entertainment center. He listened as the first strains of music filtered out of her window.
Where have I heard that before? I know that song, I've heard it before. It is definitely some of her music; all that pop Flock of Seagulls new wave shit. If I'm going to listen to anything from high school it was definitely going to be either Guns-n-Roses or Iron Maiden not the shit I had to suffer though while we were dating. If it hadn't been for the hair bands, we would have never even listened to the same music. I thank Bon Jovi and Def Leppard for keeping us together as long as were. Where the fuck have I heard this song bef……the library. Goddamn library.
He sucked in his breath as she lifted the hem of her tank top pulling it off to reveal her wonderful bikini clad body.
I don't remember her body looking like that in a bikini. Damn! My princess has definitely grown up.
He watched as she pulled the strings on her bikini top and head into another room. Drawing a deep breath, he knew it was time to pay the ferryman. John Bender had come to find out what the hell had happened to Claire Standish that Christmas, six years ago.
Claire pulled off her bikini and wrapped a towel around her body while dancing to Karla Devito singing. She let herself fall to the bed as she thought about that Saturday so many years ago.
My God! Has it been almost eight years?! No, no that's not right. Its 1991 so it's only been six years. So many anniversaries in such a short time.
A sad smile graced her lips as she thought back to John in the closet; John falling through the library ceiling; the summer weekend they all stayed at the lake house; Allison's when Andy left for college; Brian experiencing his first kiss; the look on John's face when Allison told them about Andy and his knee; all of us welcoming him home like he had never left; that Halloween at the lake house when she and John finally…….
No! Don't think about that! This is not going to be that kind of trip down memory lane. Brian, Augusta, Allison and Andy will be here shortly and it will not do me any good to think about what happened and what could have been. Change the music and everything will be fine. No more thinking; thinking is never good.
Claire stepped into the shower, quickly rinsing the chlorine off her body. Hurrying through her grooming process, she emerged from the bedroom dressed in a pair of denim shorts and plain white t-shirt just as the door bell rang. Glancing at the clock she realized the gang was about a half an hour early. Muttering to herself about starting the grill, she opened the door and froze.
"Hello Cherry."