Positives not Negatives
By Crehea
“That’s great!” the boy’s low voice, that cracked, said through the blackberry phone.
“I know, this will help so much on my college application,” her voice squeaked with excitement. “But I have to go now. My sisters are tarring up the living room again. Bye hun.”
“Bye,” he said as the phone clicked.
The boy’s hair covered his eyes as he lifted his pale scrawny arm over his face. “Crap… She made another team,” he said slamming his fist down onto his sheets
***
“Stacy!” The boy called running from his car to her. He stopped, bending over, with his hands on his boney knees, and his breath taken away from the ice cold wind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss your game. I just-“
“Its fine,” she giggled. “You’re here now, so why don’t we just hang at my house. I really need to change,” her legs shook from the whistling wind. Stacy was in blue and yellow jersey and blue shorts. She didn’t wait long but the wind was brutal.
He quickly took off his sweater and put it around her shoulders. He walked her to the car trying to block the wind from her body.
Stacy got into the car and he raced to the other side jumping over a snow bank.
“It’s so cold out,” she complained. She put his black sweater on as he rubbed his hand on her thigh fast to get some goose bumps away.
As he pulled out of the parking lot, she told him the main highlights of the game. “But in the end we won,” she sung.
He pulled into the traffic not saying a word about the game. His calm steady face worried her.
“You ok?” She asked him kicking her shoes off and lifting her feet up onto the leather seats.
“I’m fine,” he told her looking around at the traffic.
“Um no you’re not. You’re never this quiet unless you’re troubled.”
His leg bounced as he held onto his steering wheel. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something,” she said fast. She wasn’t going to give up and he hated that. “You can tell me John. You know I am here for you.”
He sighed but didn’t look at her. It was too painful for him to see her reaction. “I don’t think I deserve you.”
It was silent in the car but outside cars’ horns beeped to move the traffic.
“Why would you say that?” She finally asked.
“Stacy you’re so popular. You have so much people that like you and I-I’m just a wall in your way. We are different. You friends don’t even like me.”
From the corner of his eye he saw her hand lift. Her finger flicked the side of his cheek. “Ow.”
“You’re an idiot. I have friends that like you. You’re not a wall in my way and who cares if we are different!”
He looked at her, his heart calm yet beating. Her warm smile washed away the sadness in him. If he wasn’t on the road he would hug her tight and not let go.
“John we are perfect for each other. I don’t know how to describe it but each other. I don’t know how to describe it but I do love you. I truly do and I need you or there will be a wall in my way if you’re gone. I will feel empty without you,” tears ran down her cheek.
“Stacy, I’m sorry.” His hands let go of the wheel and wrapped around her. “I’m sorry, I love you too. I’m sorry.”
She hugged back rubbing her tears on his red skull shirt. “I know, just don’t say that ok?”
“Ok,” he said. He lifted his chin off her shoulder and his lips touched her for the time being.
The traffic though was no more. Except for the people in the line behind them that moved around them to honk and yell at the two lovers.
But they didn’t care, they were in love.
