So I met this woman over the weekend and I can't get her out of my mind. I was so stupid. I only took a picture with her and like a total dumb ass didn't ask for her name or any contact info. I'm just matthew up in here… dreaming of the older person who will never notice me… Maybe I can run into her at some point?
Halloween. What the hell am I doing? I look like a dork. I had the address written on my hand. I looked at it and thought of the way he suddenly held my hand and wrote all over it. I promise never to wash it again. Anyway I walked up to the door and was about to ring the bell but realized that would make me seem uncool because in all the movies the cool kids just walk in… so I walked in. This place was filled with humans from I'd say 18 to 33. In other words, I wasn't that out of place. I went to find Gilbert, hoping to mack on him like these horn dogs were macking on each other!
Tonight was going to be a good night; I could feel it in my leg hairs.
I caught a look at myself in one of the hallway mirrors, I really did look kind of stupid. I wonder how Alice is doing? Did she go back to see Francis? Was she having better luck? Or maybe Al went over to her place to drop another shitty pick up line. I have to focus on the problem here, I look like an idiot. Okay, a new problem caught my attention.
There was a weird room off to the side with lots of people inside. I decided that I should go in there looking for Gilbert. My eye twitched at what I saw next. There was a huge TV and someone singing karaoke… and there was also a pole. And dancing on that pole to the shit singing was Gilbert. He hopped off after doing some crazy trick, "And that's how you pay your student loans kids!" They all cheered and threw cheap candies at him. I went into shock when he saw me, "Oh guys the kid's here! That's the little brat I was telling you guys about! Get up here Birdie!"
Everyone looked around for "Birdie." He laughed, "Guys he's right there!" And then they noticed me, "Come on up!"
I had no choice, they threw me up onto the small stage. They wanted me to get drunk and sing a song like the guy before me. They all stared at me, I cant do this. Help. Someone.
"Okay guys, I've got just the song for you," said Gilbert picking the track.
A beat started and I panicked. This song? THIS SONG!? Gilbert handed me the mic and hopped on that pole like he was the Easter bunny!? I don't think I can do this, I now I can't do this, I'm just some dork who thought he could step outside of himself and go to a party and maybe even get a chance at falling in love with this crazy man that taught him Calculus.
"It's alright Matthew," said Gilbert so only they could hear, "It'll be awesome."
Me, I looked up at Gilbert hanging upside-down from a pole. He smiled at me and called me by my name. He really did it. He called me Matthew. I wasn't a kid, I wasn't a brat, I wasn't even birdie; I was Matthew. I could feel another explosion inside of me, that explosion being Gilbert. I looked out at the crowd and took in a deep breath. I was going to step outside of myself, I was going to be cool, I was going to be me, and everyone would see me, including Gilbert.
I started moving my lips and singing the song, the lights flashed at me and I was scared to death, but it was a good kind of scared, if there was such a thing. Okay, sing wasn't appropriate, more like I whispered and held the mic far away from me so no one could hear. I said they'd see me, but no one was hearing me, no way in hell.
"Matt, sing damn it or you're failing my class!"
The mic shook in my hand as I moved it closer to my face, "T-talk- TALK DIRTY TO ME!"
When the partygoers could finally hear me they were all grinding like no one's business. I really didn't think teachers did stuff like this- no wait- teachers don't do stuff like this. Gilbert is just a special case. Finally the song ended and I was able to escape watchful eyes. Gilbert also ditched his post and said he needed a smoke break. So we sat outside.
"Kid, you suck at singing."
"Yeah well you couldn't have picked a normal song?"
"And here I thought you wanted me to talk dirty to you," his grinned.
I simply glared at him, "That's for another time, when I'm not a brat."
He only laughed. It was quiet for a little bit and then we heard "Chances Are" in the other room. It was super loud and Gilbert put out his cigarette.
"Get up brat."
"What?"
He pulled me up to my feet and we stood facing each other on the porch. This song isn't old, but it's the oldest thing we've played since this story began. He took my hands and started swaying awkwardly. Oh my god. This is the payoff. I grinned at his red face, he was either completely drunk or blushing, I think he was blushing since he didn't smell like more than two beers. I put his arms around me and I got really close to him, YOLO. We swayed in the cool air for a little bit. I rested my face in his chest and eventually he held me close and rested his head on mine. YOU BITCHES AINT GOT SHIT ON ME! Who am I talking to? The song was ended and we were pulling away. We stood there for a minute, this was it. I was going to finally break the barriers of teacher student relationships. I was really going to do it. We got a little bit closer to each other, he smelled like tobacco and I probably smelled like toothpaste because I spent thirty minutes brushing and re-brushing my teeth before I got here. We were so close now I could feel his breath. And then he suddenly pulled away and smirked at me.
"Brat."
"Fuck face."
He lit another cigarette and inhaled, "I'm not kissing you."
"Well fuck you too."
Wow, did I really get excited at the idea of being with this guy? Maybe I should shoot myself in the head because I obviously am not using it. WHAT A DICK!
"No I mean not here, I'm still a couple hundred years older than you and your teacher."
"…"
I grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him down and stopped half way. Shit I'm not as brave as I thought. He just laughed at me and nodded his head, leaning in all the way until finally…
He fell over onto the floor.
What the hell?
"Gilbert?"
He was clutching his chest and not exactly breathing…
"GILBERT!?"
Damn it!? Oh my god, what do I do, what do I do!? I grabbed my phone and called 911.
"YO!? I MEAN HELLO!? I MEAN- HELP!? GIL- I MEAN MY- HE- HEART ATTACK!?"
The woman on the other side told me to calm down and quickly give her the address and find someone to give him rescue breathing until the ambulance arrived. I ended the call shortly after that and watched Gilbert on the floor. Fuck.
I started pumping on his chest and then leant down to his face. I can't believe this is how our first kiss is going to go… wow I sound shallow. Whatever. I gave him the minty fresh breath of life as we waited for help. Then I realized I'd have to get out of there, I mean I'm sixteen at this crazy party. When I heard the alarm I made a run for the bushes and Gilbert was helped to the ambulance. I watched as the car disappeared.
I did it, I kissed Gilbert, and now he's being sent to the hospital. WELL CALL ME THE LOVE DOCTOR! I should really be worried more… I mean I am but… I JUST KISSED GILBERT GO ME! SELF HIGH FIVE!
I was being nuts when I wrote this. I really was just being weird and I thought it would be no funny but weird if Gilbert got a heart attack. So yeah, they kissed but they didn't… REVIEW! XD