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Adventure Awaits

“You know you want to come along.”

I rolled over in my bed and glared at the window. I saw the Tim’s lean frame through the window and was pretty sure I could make out a grin on his face. I also knew that if he was here, I was going to leave with him. The thing to know about Tim is that he always wears the most beautiful jeans from Buckle and that he is quite manipulative.

“I’m sleeping, go away,” I said in a mock-sleepy voice. I had hardly slept the last few nights. If anything besides manipulative, Tim was predictable. I could see his restless heart probably better than he could and knew he was about done with this place.

See this here is how it happened. We got recruited right out of high school. They bring in kids from all over the U.S. They train us and then send us out into the world to do quests or some crap. They didn’t really give us much detail but we are trained in most of the same stuff that the army is trained in along with professional business-speak and such. I could work in an office or be an assassin. The missions vary but this is a private company owned by some crazy old man who seems to want to control the world. It is all a little odd but we get paid really well and right out of high school, I wasn’t ready for the ramen college life and so I took up their offer.

“Don’t make me come in there,” Tim said, starting to hoist himself up through the window.

I went the two steps it took to cross my cabin and opened the door in a resigned manner. Tim often came to visit me. He was my closest friend here and we were probably the closest friends out of the group. But we didn’t really hang out with the same people when we did group activities, didn’t quite attract the same person, I guess. My friends were lamer and I knew it.

He walked in and sat down at my reading chair. I hated when people sat in my reading chair but his jeans were pretty damn nice today and I could see that even through the darkness. I decided to let the chair thing slide, like I usually did with him.

“Why don’t you want to go?” He asked me, putting his “I’m all ears” face on.

I climbed back into my bed. No sense in wasting the warmth of my comforter.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked. He rolled his eyes. I always used that line when I really did want to talk about something but was being a pest about it.

“I’m waiting.” He told me, getting comfortable in his chair. I put the pillow over my head. He and a few of his friends had decided they wanted to go out and see the world and find a quest of their own because we had been here longer than any of the other training groups and we still hadn’t been assigned a place to go. We wondered why they hadn’t sent us out but all they would tell us was to be patient. It was odd that we hadn’t been sent away to a job and we were getting impatient.

He gave it about thirty seconds and then got up and I assumed started walking to the door. I heard his hand grab the knob and I peeked out from under the pillow.

“Wait.” I told him.

He came back and this time sat down on the bed next to me and looked down at me.

“So? Care to enlighten me?”

“Ugh. I’ve already close to killed my parents by going here versus being the good kid and going to college. If this falls through they’ll do that annoying parent thing where they are all disappointed.”

“That’s not the real issue though, is it?” He said, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“I mean…” I braced myself for this explanation. I was glad he wasn’t the type to laugh. “I think your friends are cool and whatnot. However, I just don’t think this will be a good fit. Like they think I’m cool ‘cause I’m friends with you but I’ll be the odd one out. I know this sounds lame but I feel like it’ll be uncomfortable.”

As usual he didn’t laugh. He pondered the room for a moment. I waited in my somewhat patient manner and tried not to move around too much. I was restless.

He looked back at me, “I see what you mean. But let me tell you, you don’t give yourself enough credit. People like you a lot more than you know.”

I couldn’t look at him. I had always been awful with compliments.

“Okay, lets go,” I said and then didn’t move. “Its just kinda warm here and out there, not so much.” I gestured to the outdoors.

Tim looked peered down at me and I felt like he was trying to decide something. I looked away for a moment and next thing I knew his face was inches from mine and he kissed me.

“I’m pretty warm, too. Grab your stuff.”

“Okay.” I smiled because I knew this would be my greatest adventure yet. He started to get up and I said, “Hold on.” I sat up and grabbed his shirt and kissed him again.

He pulled back and looked at me with a smile, “Quit distracting me and get your stuff. I’ve gotta wake the others.”

He walked out, his Buckle jeans still as nice as ever, and I started packing.

It was time to move.

 

 

 

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Longing

It was al in her head, of course.

 

Unfortunately, there was no getting it out of her head. Her head was telling her he had everything she longed for. He epitomized everything she craved and the things she wished for when her mind was no longer logical, in that space before she fell asleep.

He was being appreciated, being popular, a kiss before she went to write her English paper (or not write it because it turned into more than one kiss).

He was someone to hang out with and watch the other girls look at while knowing he was hers and, above all, she was his and she was okay with it.

 

They weren’t dating, of course.

That would be absurd because all the things she longed for were things she knew she could never get, those things just out of reach. She remembered the conversation that had sealed her longing for him…

“You’ve never tried skydiving?” Tony asked in disbelief, having been 3 or 4 times himself.

“No,” she replied, feeling lame and unappreciated like always. She always set her goals to high, longed for things she couldn’t have.

“Why not?” he asked. She might see someday that he was not everything she could ever wish for but she longed for him now. So much.

“I’ve never been invited,” she replied, trying for a date.

“No one needs an invite for fun!” he replied incredulously before changing the subject.

She knew that, somehow, she was separated from him. She didn’t want to skydive, couldn’t ‘invite herself to fun’ or whatever he had said.

But she longed for him because he was someone who had been skydiving. Someone who invited himself to fun and inevitably had fun and other people joined and it all worked out in the end.

But she wasn’t going skydiving. She would go on longing.

She would think about the other conversation she had with him.

“I just don’t see why that’s necessary,” he said while she wrote three thank you notes, laboring over each. “Just thank them in person.”

She looked up and could see that she was on the ground and he was skydiving for all the distance that was between them. She replied, “I was raised on thank you notes.”

“I guess I was raised on telling people how I feel,” he replied contemplatively.

She continued writing. He went back to watching television.

The conversation ended. Later, she mentally pictured herself walking away from his landing area, letting him fly in the sky and moving herself away. She was not sure he’d understand if she ‘told him how she felt.’ He never longed for anything because he had it all.

Then again, maybe it was all in her head.

 

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