First Date
You walked into the room and sat next to me, the butterflies in my stomach started to flutter around more then before. I watched as you opened your notebook and looked to the front of the class, you were waiting for the bell to ring and for the class to start, like always. You always were the kind of person to be overly involved in her schoolwork. I never was, and I guess part of me wants to know more about you and who you are. I clear my throat lightly and it causes you to glance over at me. You smile nicely at me and I return the favor. Turning from my chair I sit facing you. "Hey Kels." I greet you, it was the nickname I had always used in my mind.
You give me a quizzical look and nod your head. "Hey Troy." You reply and I feel that much relieved you're actually talking to me.
"What's up?" I say dodging from the question I'm dieing to ask you.
You shrug your shoulders and your blonde hair bounces around lightly. "Nothing, just waiting for class to start." You reply in a manner that makes me feel stupid for asking the question. You really are the only person who has this effect on me.
"What plans do you for tonight?" I ask you and you look at me like I'm crazy, and I'm sure that's how I'm coming off.
"Not really." You say from behind your glasses and it's right then that I think I truly realize how much I love your glasses. They are you. I couldn't imagine a Kelsi Nielson without her glasses.
"Do you want to do something with me?" I sputter out nervously and I'm sure you can read right through me, you are the smart one after all.
"Like what?" You ask and I can see that you're trying hard to not smile, maybe I'm getting to you.
I shrug my shoulders and look at almost everwhere in the room except for your eyes. "I don't know…" Just then the bell rings and Mrs. Darbus walks into the room.
"It's time for class students! No cell phones, or any other device, I have some important news…" I stopped listening to what Darbus was saying as my eyes drifted to your desk. I see you started to right quickly in your notebook, maybe you're taking notes, but I can't be sure.
I turn my eyes back to Darbus and pick up every third word she says so I will be at least a little bit informed on the start of the year activities. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of white and your hand. I glance down at my desk and find a folded piece of paper on my desk. My heart starts to beat fast and I pick it up with my fingers. I gingerly open in and I glance quickly at you, you're staring at me smiling and I turn back to the paper.
Troy,
I'd love to go out with you tonight. Where and when?
I reread the note over a million times and I take in every inch of it, from the way your dot your ies, cross your tes and the way your handwriting is curved and brilliant. I smile to myself after I finish reading it for the last time. I set the note on my desk and pull out my pen, I quickly scribble my answer.
Kels,
How about the park at nine?
I finished writing it and folded it back up. With a quick glance up at Darbus I set the note on your desk and I watch you peel it open and read it quickly. You glance over at me and nod your head. I smile at you and then I turn back to the front of my desk and I know you do the same.
I block out the rest of the day as I think about my very first date with Kelsi Nielson, the girl who composed the play that changed my life.