"Oh my...this is incredible!" Phoebe squealed as we walked into the room. She looked
around the room, touching everything, then ran into the bathroom. I dropped our bags on
the floor and flopped down on the bed.
Moments later, Phoebe flopped on the bed beside me.
"This is an incredible room." she said, giving me a kiss, then getting up again.
"I'm going to change into my swimsuit." She was off, shutting the bathroom door behind
her.
The thought of ditching my best friend and hanging out in the room with my girlfriend
went through my mind, but then something Arnold had said before we picked up the girls
came to mind.
"I appreciate you coming with me to this hotel." he said.
I shrugged. "Like it was a big deal. Phoebe's excited which ends up good for me." I
joked.
He smiled slightly, but I could tell he was nervous.
"Come on Arnold, it isn't like you and Helga haven't had sex before."
That just sounded weird coming out of my mouth.
"This isn't your first time," I continued. " So why the nervous school boy act?"
He sat there quietly, wringing the life from a napkin. Finally, he looked up at me.,
"Gerald, there's a reason Helga and I hardly show affection in public." he confessed. I
leaned foreword. Was it possible I was going to find out something before Phoebe?
He took a deep breath, then looked up at me. His green eyes were clear...and scared.
"We kinda...get lost."
I frowned. "Huh?"
He shifted around in he seat. I could tell he was uncomfortable. He sighed again.
"When we hold hand, touch, kiss, whatever. We get lost. In each other. I can't explain it
and neither can she. So we agreed not to touch in public."
This was the big secret?
"We all get lost in our other halves. It's normal. It's harmones."
He shook his head. "It's not. The first time I held her in my arms, we were dancing on my
roof. I looked in her eyes and I swear, I could see my entire life mapped out in her eyes.
The second time we kissed, I lost myself. It was only suppose to be a little kiss hello; the
next thing either of us remember, we were lying on my bed half dressed. It's terrifying, but
exhilarating. " He glanced up, making sure I was still listening. Like I wasn't already
absorbed in this tale. "To completely lose yourself in another person, but just touching
their hand. No outside thought except what is going on at that moment."
"So...what does this have to do with tonight?" I asked, still not quite understanding.
"What about all the times before?"
"We've never been together, alone, for more than a couple of hours. One of us always
leaves. Tonight..." He looked up, catching my gaze. "Tonight, I'm afraid I'll lose myself
completely."
Phoebe came out of the bathroom wearing her new swimsuit and cover.
"Ready?" she asked. I sat up suddenly. That's why we were here.
The dance.
They were both scared of what could happen almost immediately after such an experience.
They needed someone to take their minds off of it; to ease them into normalcy before the
night could continue. To not lose themselves completely.
Grabbing my trunks, I hurried into the bathroom.
"Give me thirty seconds!" I yelled, shutting the door.
around the room, touching everything, then ran into the bathroom. I dropped our bags on
the floor and flopped down on the bed.
Moments later, Phoebe flopped on the bed beside me.
"This is an incredible room." she said, giving me a kiss, then getting up again.
"I'm going to change into my swimsuit." She was off, shutting the bathroom door behind
her.
The thought of ditching my best friend and hanging out in the room with my girlfriend
went through my mind, but then something Arnold had said before we picked up the girls
came to mind.
"I appreciate you coming with me to this hotel." he said.
I shrugged. "Like it was a big deal. Phoebe's excited which ends up good for me." I
joked.
He smiled slightly, but I could tell he was nervous.
"Come on Arnold, it isn't like you and Helga haven't had sex before."
That just sounded weird coming out of my mouth.
"This isn't your first time," I continued. " So why the nervous school boy act?"
He sat there quietly, wringing the life from a napkin. Finally, he looked up at me.,
"Gerald, there's a reason Helga and I hardly show affection in public." he confessed. I
leaned foreword. Was it possible I was going to find out something before Phoebe?
He took a deep breath, then looked up at me. His green eyes were clear...and scared.
"We kinda...get lost."
I frowned. "Huh?"
He shifted around in he seat. I could tell he was uncomfortable. He sighed again.
"When we hold hand, touch, kiss, whatever. We get lost. In each other. I can't explain it
and neither can she. So we agreed not to touch in public."
This was the big secret?
"We all get lost in our other halves. It's normal. It's harmones."
He shook his head. "It's not. The first time I held her in my arms, we were dancing on my
roof. I looked in her eyes and I swear, I could see my entire life mapped out in her eyes.
The second time we kissed, I lost myself. It was only suppose to be a little kiss hello; the
next thing either of us remember, we were lying on my bed half dressed. It's terrifying, but
exhilarating. " He glanced up, making sure I was still listening. Like I wasn't already
absorbed in this tale. "To completely lose yourself in another person, but just touching
their hand. No outside thought except what is going on at that moment."
"So...what does this have to do with tonight?" I asked, still not quite understanding.
"What about all the times before?"
"We've never been together, alone, for more than a couple of hours. One of us always
leaves. Tonight..." He looked up, catching my gaze. "Tonight, I'm afraid I'll lose myself
completely."
Phoebe came out of the bathroom wearing her new swimsuit and cover.
"Ready?" she asked. I sat up suddenly. That's why we were here.
The dance.
They were both scared of what could happen almost immediately after such an experience.
They needed someone to take their minds off of it; to ease them into normalcy before the
night could continue. To not lose themselves completely.
Grabbing my trunks, I hurried into the bathroom.
"Give me thirty seconds!" I yelled, shutting the door.