Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 17

     Theodor Wellington

 

 

 

     The girl unbuttoned my dress shirt. Her hand dived under my t-shirt in attempt of pulling it out of my jeans. She was a pretty girl with stunning figure. Her white porcelain skin looked admirable and her lips kissable. Her blue eyes held an excitement and naughtiness. I liked her spark. It was something I liked about girls in general. But her touch felt wrong. She wasn't what I needed right now.

     My drunken haze cleared up a little and I pulled away. The girl froze feeling my silent rejection and detached her hands from my waist.

     "Sorry, Sarah," I told her.

     "It's Stephanie," she corrected.

     "See, I don't even remember your name properly." I leaned on the wall with my back and closed my eyes. The music beat was sending vibrations by the floor, filling the silence between us. "You shouldn't expect big things from the guys who don't know your name," I said cracking my eyes open. "And you shouldn't jump so readily for the first opportunity. Doesn't leave a good first impression." I pushed myself off the wall and headed for the exit.

     I left the restroom closing the buttons of my dress shirt on the go. A few guys greeted me while I was walking down the corridor. They didn't look familiar, but the majority of people here was from my Uni. So I smiled and greeted them back. As I reach the main hall the music changed. Some familiar old song started playing and I instantly picked up a wave of excitement coming from the dance floor.

     I drew closer to the steps at the beginning of the dance floor and observed the crowd. There were four people jumping like madmen. My eyes scanned the four of them with amusement until it stopped on a tall man. There was something about him that made my consciousness perk up. I've seen him before. I knew who he was. And he was bad news.

     After that my gaze slipped to a brunette that was shifting her feet in a strange dance. She looked funny, almost out of place wrapped into her blissful bubble. To put it bluntly, she didn't look like she belonged with them. Forget about BoBo Tisdale, she didn't look like she belonged to a nigh club. Period.

     I peered into her face and my heart made a triple somersault. She was a spitting image of Marie Belle, my Marie Belle. The only difference was that this girl was a brunette and my Marie Belle had a dark blond hair. Even the way the girl wrinkled her nose when laughed was the same.

    I found myself moving on instinct towards the girl. I needed to check if she was real or not. Maybe it was all part of my pathetic imagination. Maybe somebody put something in my drink and I began hallucinating, seeing Marie everywhere. Whatever compelled me to approach her was unimportant. The important part was that I possibly started losing my mind. Chances that it was Marie Belle were one to hundred. Still, I stopped right in front of her staring transfixed at her smiling face.

     Our eyes connected and she beamed. "Teddy!" she squealed. "Teddy! Teddy! Teddy! What are you doing here?" Her arms wrapped around my neck and a familiar scent of Marie made its way into my nostrils. It was almost impossible to believe, but it was her against all odds. It was her, my Marie Belle.