This is an all-too-familiar situation. I sit on the edge of my couch with my legs shoulder width apart. I place my elbows on my knees and lean forward, supporting my chin with my upturned palms. In front of me my computer stares back at me, the blinking text pointer on the blank page mocks me and my inability to produce anything.
I’ve come to this computer with a specific purpose. In two days I’m meeting with friends from my summer job and it will be the first time we’ve seen each other in about 4 months. Among these friends is a girl who I grew very fond of over the course of the summer. She is about two inches shorter than me and had blond hair that falls just past her shoulders. She has perfect white teeth that radiate when she smiles. Oh lord, her smile; as soon as she opens her mouth, everyone gravitates around her. Alex has a smile that I would call contagious; as soon as she grins that happy feeling spreads to everyone around her.
Complementing her impeccable smile are a pair clear, bright and beautiful blue eyes. Every time our eyes met I could feel my body get a little weak, being in the presence of something so beautiful, almost like I wasn’t worthy to see them. The only part I regretted about working with her was that it was the summer and her sunglasses hid those godly irises. If I had been able to be around them every day I would have been the luckiest boy in Toronto.
She had a svelte, athletic figure which was due to playing competitive hockey as a teenager. Despite playing such a rough and physically taxing sport she retained a definite femininity to her form, whereas many female hockey players become much more muscular.
Her personality matched her smile and eyes. It radiated out from her and drew people in around her. She would always be found speaking to a crowd of people, simply because people like being around her so much. Sometimes it would piss me off, as I would much rather have preferred to hang just the two of us, but then she’d shoot me a quick sly glance and I would just melt. All it took was a look out of the side of her eye and I knew that she preferred it was just the two of us. She’s very quick-witted and was usually the first to pick up on my jokes, giving me a coy smile-frown combination that is absolutely adorable. Whereas most people that summer thought I was weird because they didn’t know what I was talking about, she for some reason found my lame sense of humour endearing.
We were definitely a great match personality-wise but came from pretty different cliques. It was kind of Outsiders-esque, as we were from opposite sides of town and also from different tax-bracket. She came from the west side of the city and had fairly well-off parents. Not that they were incredibly wealthy, but they weren’t exactly hurting for money. Whereas many of the girls who came from this area were snobby and conceited, Alex was just the opposite. She was very down to earth and tried to change the subject whenever anybody asked how her parents did.
That was really what I liked most about her; she was different. Someone as pretty and successful as her had no business talking to me. She could have easily been dating a hockey player or some tall, blond job with a blemish-free face. This is why I was so confused.
I came from the east side of Toronto, called Scarborough. It is known as having one of the city’s highest crime rates, being mostly residential and a place that one would avoid unless they lived there. My family weren’t poor but we definitely weren’t well-off either. Both my parents have continued working well into their lives, even now as they start to push 60, well after most people retire. While we have enough to get by, we don’t have very much left over.
Another difference was that I was a punk kid and the only one at our job. I stuck out. Standing next to each other, we were quite the contrast. She was tanned, thin and blond with a wide toothy grin. I was scrawny with long hair and usually sporting cut-off jean shorts with a cut-up shirt to match. How we became so close, I will never know.
But it happened.
Like I said before, I came here with a specific purpose. Though we’ve made a small effort to keep in touch, our relationship is a shadow of what it used to be. Casually texting each other a few times over a semester pale in comparison to relying on each other all summer to get through the day.
So I’ve come here to figure out a way to make Alex fall in love with me, with two days to do so. And to be honest, I’m totally at a loss at what to do.
No, I know what to do. I need to tell her how much she means. However, that terrifies me, so I need to find another way to do it.