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Not only had Blaine asked me out on a date, but he'd planned a picnic. This was so wonderful! I had the biggest grin on my face. "Blaine, I'll be right out!" I ran to my room, removing all my clothing. I put on sun block and my swimming shorts that were made to go on my body. I loved the color of them and Blaine had once said they matched my eyes. After all, he did pick them out for me.

The Swim of a Life Time

-T-

Chapter 2:

I exited my house and locked the door. Blaine was in the middle of my lawn looking as if he was about to fall over with all that he was carrying. "Here let me help you! Blaine, I can't believe you did this!" I took the picnic basket from his hands. He re adjusted the towels he'd been carrying.

"Calm down, Kurt. It's just lunch. It's not like I'm taking you out to downtown for the time of your life." He leaned over to give me a kiss, but the way I was holding the basket, he couldn't reach my lips. "I'm so glad we are doing this."

There was a ten minute walk between my house and the Community Center. It gave us enough time to discuss what he had done for the past week without giving me a call. "I went to go visit my grandmother. She is really sick and if I don't go a see her often, then she might leave without my good byes." He explained in great details. It started to make me tear up. I knew how close Blaine and his grandmother had been in the past. I guess I could have been more sincere, but I was just so glad to see him.

We arrived at the Community Center. The dead trees surrounded the parking lot. And, the parking lot itself had two cars. Blaine gave a weird look and said, "I guess they are closed."

"No. They can't be! Maybe people just walked like we did." We headed toward the building unsure that we even wanted to continue our day here. I approach the door to open it for Blaine. I notice the sign hanging on the window says OPEN.

The lobby was cool and damp. You could definitely tell there was water nearby. You could smell the chlorine and water mixed as if it were some laboratory. There was a lady at the counter. She had earphones in her ears and bobbing her head back and forth. She was probably 20 years old, but she looked to be 5. If you didn't know how old she really is, you'd question her abilities to work at the Community Center; or, her abilities to swim.

"Ma'am, we would like to use the swimming pool." I try to get her attention with the wave of my hand, but it wasn't working. Blaine screamed louder than I did. She barely nudged. She started to swirl in her spinning chair. She went around twice before noticing there were two figures were standing at her counter.

"Oh, my! Hello. Welcome to Lima's Community Center. How may I help you two?" She looked at me then Blaine and squinted. Are you together, she probably thought.

"We would like to use the pool." Blaine looked at her. As if wearing our bathing suits and holding towels, one could only assume that what we wanted to do.

"Please, sign here." We signed the paper she handed us. It was probably a way to keep track of who was in and out of the community center. But, the look of the parking lot and now the paper, we could tell many people had not visited today.

The girl pointed down a long hall way. Above our heads on a big blue sign read POOL with an arrow pointing in the same direction as the lady's finger was pointing.

We reached the outside pool and noticed there was only one other group swimming. It wasn't a family, but a book club. Because, that's normal. There was a group of 7 old women and one old male. They sat at one of the round tables with just enough chairs to fit all 8 of them. In their hands, all eight of them held identical copies of the same book. I couldn't read the title, but the pink and blue picture of a cartooned woman was drawn on the front of each book. I guess the book club needed a break from reading, so they came to swim instead. We could tell they had been laughing about something, perhaps in the book, but as Blaine and I entered, so they stopped immediately. I paid close attention to the old man. In some twisted way, he remind me of…well, me.

The man was white-haired with a very nice face complexion. His face showed that he was really tired of being here. At first, I assumed he was married to one of the women. But as I watched his movements and how he talked, my gaydar was going off. He was gay and probably the one that picked out that very book they were reading. The white haired women yawned and said to a woman named Jill, "I'm tired. Are you girls ready to leave, yet?" Each of the women told Jason to give them a few more minutes.

We picked a table farthest from the book club and sat down. He looked at me, curiously. "Kurt, do you think we will be that old and still be together?" The man looked at us as if he heard what Blaine had just asked.

I could tell he was serious, but I didn't know how to respond. I let out a tiny giggle and said, "I'm not sure. I would like to be. I hope so. I hope we never leave each other's side, but sometimes it happens. I do know that I'm hungry and am dying to eat what's inside this basket."