That’s just like him, too. It seems that all Eric knows is how to insult everybody. He’s probably 15 years old or something, his face full of zits and his teeth full of braces. He probably got picked on a lot when he was in grade school and now he’s a punk, snot nosed little smartass who listens to heavy metal and smokes pot in his friend’s basement. Now he’s got the balls to tell a 22 year old what to do. Poor kid; He probably has no idea where his life is going.
"Hey, Marco," I turned to my only friend in the whole dump, "Do you mind taking this one for me? I gotta step aside for a sec."
Marco just smiled, his face soft, "Sure, Axel. No problem. I saw the way you smiled at that girl. You go get her!"
Marco and I have an interesting relationship. When I first started out, he must have thought I was gay. He would glance at me certain ways, smile, say little things that I would laugh at. Later, I realized that he wasn’t just being friendly; he was flirting with me. One lunch break, I felt very awkward asking him about his orientation. He answered what I expected and I had to let him down by saying I’m straight. So his little crush ended and we’ve been good friends.
Anyway, I stepped out from behind the counter and walked over to the table were my love was sitting. She seemed so delicate, the way she held her book inches from her face, fully engrossed in what she was reading. I know that’s an odd way to describe her, but that’s truly how I thought of her at the time.
But then I started to get closer and closer, and I realized I didn’t know what the hell I was going to say. Butterflies were tickling the inner lining of my stomach. Sweat slowly dripped down my back and in my armpits. Oh God, did I put on deodorant today? My legs struggled to support me. I felt my blood dancing the flamenco against my skull. Never mind that, what am I going to say?
"What?" her voice was harsher than I expected. She stared up at me with those eyes. Those big spring leaves were very cold and shaded. Was I already standing at her table? How long had I been standing there?
"Uh," I managed to let out. Wow. Great first impression, you idiot.
So I forced out, "Hi," my hand gave a little wave, "I’m Axel!" Great: Now she thinks I’m a freak.
"Hey, Marco," I turned to my only friend in the whole dump, "Do you mind taking this one for me? I gotta step aside for a sec."
Marco just smiled, his face soft, "Sure, Axel. No problem. I saw the way you smiled at that girl. You go get her!"
Marco and I have an interesting relationship. When I first started out, he must have thought I was gay. He would glance at me certain ways, smile, say little things that I would laugh at. Later, I realized that he wasn’t just being friendly; he was flirting with me. One lunch break, I felt very awkward asking him about his orientation. He answered what I expected and I had to let him down by saying I’m straight. So his little crush ended and we’ve been good friends.
Anyway, I stepped out from behind the counter and walked over to the table were my love was sitting. She seemed so delicate, the way she held her book inches from her face, fully engrossed in what she was reading. I know that’s an odd way to describe her, but that’s truly how I thought of her at the time.
But then I started to get closer and closer, and I realized I didn’t know what the hell I was going to say. Butterflies were tickling the inner lining of my stomach. Sweat slowly dripped down my back and in my armpits. Oh God, did I put on deodorant today? My legs struggled to support me. I felt my blood dancing the flamenco against my skull. Never mind that, what am I going to say?
"What?" her voice was harsher than I expected. She stared up at me with those eyes. Those big spring leaves were very cold and shaded. Was I already standing at her table? How long had I been standing there?
"Uh," I managed to let out. Wow. Great first impression, you idiot.
So I forced out, "Hi," my hand gave a little wave, "I’m Axel!" Great: Now she thinks I’m a freak.
