The disappointing-all to brief

climatic experience

Everyone always says, you never forget your first time. And I'm starting to believe that may be true. You secretly lock yourself in your room practicing every movement, gesture and facial expression. Having this mentality that you, the inexperienced newbie, may somehow overcome this. Walking out confident, proud and well….Let's face it, cool. I mean, isn't that what we all want? To be on top of the pyramid. To not have society, or in my case my peers, label me. Not have them control me, position me on where they feel I belong on the social pyramid. I was nobody. And honestly, if I had known the outcome of my first time, I would have kept it that way. As a nobody.

I was days away of dropping the title freshman in my high school days soon to become sophomore. And that day started off just like any other. At the far back section of the cafeteria with my friend Mike. When out of nowhere, she came along. Now, for those of you who don't know "she" was one of the most popular girls in the school: beautiful, smart, caring….Everything you ever admired from your first crush. Now some of you all will try and act like you were more mature than the rest of us, but the truth is we all started somewhere. We all had that one perfect person we just couldn't get out of our minds. She had approached me with the most sweetest smile. Her long brunette hair flowed with every step. Gracefully returning to their natural position. She held her books with one arm as the other reached out for my shoulder.

"Thanks for helping me with biology last week," she said in gratitude as she leaned forward for a light hug. "Could you stop by my house tonight? Thanks. See ya!"

And just like that she was gone.

The whole day I had been lost in thought. Mikey had made the comment that she would be my girlfriend and I'd have to say, that there was a small glimpse of hope of that happening. But realistically I couldn't figure out why she asked me to stop by her house. Last week, helping her with her biology, was about the only interaction I have had with her the whole school year. And that was three hours the most. Later that day, soon after supper, I quickly showered and spent the next 45 minutes deciding what to wear. By the time 7:30 hit I headed downstairs patting Gray-Grey, our pet growlithe, on the head and dashed for the door. "Where are you headed mister?"

"Oh. Hey mom," I nervously stammered. "I'm headed to Mikey's to work on a sketching project we are working on." Not knowing any better, I felt like there could be nothing more embarrassing than telling your mother you were going out in the middle of the night to meet up with a girl, who is a friend. Boy would I be wrong.

"Huh," She questioned as she quickly glanced at me from head to toe with her squinting eyes. "Well, all right. Just be careful."

I hopped on my bike and began peddling nervously thinking about why I was heading to her house this late. What could she possibly want? My legs trembled as I stood by her door mustering the courage to knock.

Knock-knock-knock.

After what felt like forever, light began peeking through the door as it cracked open. "Hey!"

My eyes widened at the sight that stood before me. "She" stood strong and proud wearing nothing more than a towel and a shower cap. "Your early."

"I umm..." I nervously struggled to find the words. "S-orry, I could come back later."

"Don't be silly. Come on in," she chuckled as she closed the door behind me. "I'm just finishing up, you can wait in my room. Oh, did you want something to drink?"

I thanked her politely as I said no to the offer, but not before making a fool of myself by repeatedly stuttering and occasionally bumping in to furniture.

As I waited in her room patiently, I began to browse at the many pictures displayed on her dresser. A collage of students from the school, both upper and lower class men. Ranging from pep rallies to fundraisers and other events. She was indeed a girl way out of my league. And on the bottom left corner was a picture of her and another growlithe with a pink bow on its left ear. "Miss me…"

"Ahh!" I sprung back nervously terrified crashing into her shelf of trophies and smaller awards. "She" was pressed against me wearing what seemed to be a form of nightgown, revealing her matching black undergarments.

"I am so sorry." I began to apologize. Trying to collect everything off the floor but making an even greater mess.

"You are so cute sometimes," she softly chuckled as she had held my hand, removing the plaque from them. "Her name was Missy."

I quickly began to realize that she was talking about the growlithe in the picture. And the plaque in her hands read, "semifinals Junior League's finalist."

"Her and I grew up together but got really ill last year and passed away."

"I'm so sorry," I began to sympathize. "We to have a growlithe, Gray-Grey,

and we know he doesn't have long."

"Gray-Grey?" She questioned.

"Yeah, he was born blind through one eye and it is gray. Now that he is older he has also lost his hearing and his fur is gray. Gray-Grey. Get it?"

"Yeah," she lightly smiled with her head down. "Missy was a loyal friend. We almost won the regional Junior League's last year, but she sprained her leg during the match so we had to forfeit. Have you ever fought in the Junior League's?"

"Not Junior League's," I chuckled. "But my dad ran a gym before moving out here."

I soon found myself lost in her large soft green eyes. She gazed back with a faint smile as she grabbed me by my arm and directed me to her bed. Where she soon crouched over to the side. I tried my best to respectfully not stare, but I couldn't resist her nightgown exposing her black panties wrapped snugly around her firm butt.

"Here," she said as she handed me a small box. "My mom insisted that I got you something. But I really am grateful for you helping me with biology this year."

Till this day, I could never say if what I felt at that moment was right. But I felt like a force, a magnet, was drawing me to her. That I was literally inches, no seconds, from experiencing the most perfect first kiss. That is, until the doorbell rang. "I'll be right back." Her gentle voice cracked.

I patiently waited for her as I sat on the edge of her bed. Repeatedly rubbing my sweaty palms on my khaki pants. I was so lost in thought wondering what I'd say when she returned. How do I follow up after that? Is the moment gone? Was there even a moment?

I glanced over to her alarm clock by the nightstand on the opposite end of the bed and noticed she had been gone for about 20 minutes now. That is when the unmistakable beating pulse of a loud stereo began to pop from outside. I slowly began to walk downstairs, nervous and confused, as a bunch of faces continued to walk through the front door and towards the back. I then began to make my way towards the backyard as I continued to search for "her." The backyard was an enormous and very well lit. Very elegant lighting's hung from the top and the bottom was completely painted with students from our high school. Each and every one of them clutching either an aluminum can or glass bottle. In the center of the backyard was a very large blue glowing pool where some of the guests had already been playing with the various water Pokémon that had been there too. And in the far back, where the table of snacks and drinks had been set up, was where "she" stood. Only this time she was not wearing that nightgown looking thing. She was in a very revealing two-piece black swimsuit. This was a pool party.

"Hey, thank you for the gift. I think I'm going to go now." I lightly shouted over the loud music playing in the background.

"Don't be silly," she replied back. "Hold up…."

"What the hell kid!" Was all I heard after swiftly turning around and accidentally colliding with another person. He stood strong, hard and lean wearing green swim shorts and purple flip-flops. While sporting matching green shades. It was nighttime. Who wears shades in the night?

"Watch what you're doing," he angrily said as he grabbed me with one arm and lifted me up to my feet. "You dumb kid!"

"Pipe down Seth," she calmly said. "Hey, remember that kid whose father used to own that gym? This is him."

"Oh really," he excitedly stated. "Come on kid it's do this then!"

"Wait what," I nervously said not fully understanding what was going on. "I-I'm not sure this is…"

"It's okay," she calmly whispered as she guided to the other end of the pool. "Seth thinks he is ready to take on the gym leader at Monticello Bay. And he is not. Just prove to him he's not ready. Besides this should be an easy match for you. Please?" And with a gentle kiss on my cheek to seal the deal, my fate had been decided. This was it. This was my moment. What I mean by that, is that I had lied earlier about my father being a gym leader. Most of the kids our age had already had their first match by middle school. I didn't want to sound like a wuss, so I lied.

My legs shook as I stood on one end of the pool surrounded by eager faces and the girl of my dreams. And Seth my opponent on the opposite end, whom I'd come to realize from the pictures earlier was her older brother, stood strong alongside totodiel, a short stocky crocodile like Pokémon. Right beside me was a tiny blue balled tadpole like creature, that I later learned was called poliwag, loaned to me by one of the other in-training trainees.

The eyes of the cheering students and "hers" were soon fixed on the giant pool, soon to be battlefield.

"Let's go Totes!" Seth shouted. Totodiel quickly responded as it dived into the water. And me still unfamiliar with my given Pokémon I blindly shouted. "Pokémon let's go!" My blue balled ally quickly jumped headfirst into the water.

"Totes, water gun now!"

In a brief instant both totodiel and my blue friend emerged from the water. Without thinking I soon spouted "Pokémon hyper beam attacked!"

Now, all this happened in exactly 7 seconds. When both Pokémon emerge from the water, totodiel, released a water based attack. Directly coming into contact with poliwag, my blue balled friend. The poliwag projected back towards me knocking me down like a bowling ball down an alley. I fell headfirst into the water, but never surfaced. Truthfully, I didn't know how to swim. Not that it mattered. Maybe it was best that I didn't emerge. But "she" saved me. After being publicly humiliated in front of half of the school I went back home and I never did speak to her after that.