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    When We Were Young

    Story written on July 9, 2010 by Alchemy10.
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    “Tina doesn’t believe me when I tell her that I loved her from the beginning. But I did. Honest to God, I really did.”

     

    Rooted to where I stood beside my sister Kit and her boyfriend, I quietly observed as my mother, the ever gracious host, welcomed our newest neighbors into our humble home. Maxine Porter, the soft spoken housewife, still knew how to turn on the charm when the need arose. The golden haired family met her warm smile with matching ones of their own, exchanging the usual pleasantries. The adults then immersed themselves in mindlessly polite small talk while the behaved children stood idly by – trying to hide the fact that they wanted to break free from the old ones to join in on the fun happening at the garden outside. Christie Kennard motioned to her girls and introduced them one by one. I found myself straightening up and straining my ears in reflex. I wanted to hear her name. It was just too bad that I was standing too far away to hear what her lips had so shyly said.

     

    When their parents finally gave the girls permission to roam the party on their own, I sprung into action like my ass had been lit on fire. Surprised, Kit glanced at me weirdly, but quickly brushed my queer behavior aside and returned all her attention to her boyfriend.

     

    This new girl already had me captivated, that’s for sure, but the mystery surrounding her name intrigued me to painful proportions. I was hell bent on walking up to her and introducing myself, I’m sure she wouldn’t ignore me like her sisters would since we looked close in age. The pretty blonde had her back on me while she studied an array of my mom’s awesome cooking on the buffet table. I had always been so cocky and sure of myself, but with every step I took, I was petrified to realize that my confidence was leaving my body in waves. As I bridged the distance between us, I distinctly remember the peculiar feeling of my mouth growing bone dry. Not only that, but the sensation of my heart beating hard and fast inside my chest made me second guess my actions as well. Was I doing the right thing? This only happened to me when I knew I was in some sort of trouble with my parents for a misdeed. Was I in trouble now? I asked myself when I stood beside the girl, pretending to peruse the food too. My palms began to sweat in reflex. I was nervous, yet I didn’t know why. What was wrong with me? I had wondered at that moment. None of the kids in my neighborhood made me feel so anxious and unsure of myself like I did now. I was too caught up in the moment to think about why I was feeling this way for another girl – which I guess, wasn’t such a bad thing. Overanalyzing things never did me any good. I approached her intent on blowing her away with my inherent charm. But now that I’m here beside her.. I am utterly.. clueless. What will I say? What will I do? I was lost. I was charming alright, but  my father was right when he said that charm without the proper words to go along with it was meaningless.

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    12. Wow.. It was a long post. But am I greedy if I tell you I want more? :P Thanks much for sharing this sweet and fantastic story with us. You have portrayed Bette’s thoughts and feelings so well and articulately. Look forward to your next post ^^

    15. Nice to hacve you back with this one. I love the long postso I am already enjoying the reading before even starting reading it lol. Okay going to read now!!

    17. Thoroughly enjoyed this story. It capatured all the feelings and nuances of first love. All that one feels, the heightened feelings of joy just seeing her, being in her presence and the misery when she wouldn’t acknowledge you. Great story. Thanks for sharing and posting.

    18. Dearest Alchemy10, you always write very mesmerizing stories. Bette becomes very human, clumsy, cute but nevertheless attractive under your pen. Thank you for the entertaining story, I hope you will continue to spin more tales.

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