Stag Tales Moon Talk

Stag Tale

                      ♪Cause you've got me right where you want me♪

I'd totally understand if someone said they didn't know how to describe the love of their life.

Sometimes I feel that is probably because it isn't that perfectly chiseled chest or those beautiful brown eyes that make you mark that one man as your own.

My perfect man was Jim Haley. Yes. Even his name was freaking perfect, and he was more than just perfect. Every girl ogled at him as he ran around the field to warm up. Every girl came there and waited for him hours in advance.

I was one of those said pathetic girls.

In any case, it's not like my life had much else to go with, seeing as I was a normal sixteen year who'd had no love life so far and who probably never would, not with the flab around my tummy or the braces on my teeth, not to mention the horse-tail hair I refuse to bother pruning. Oh, well. Even if I did get him, it's not like I'd know what to do with him. It's kinda like getting hold of a wild stag and going 'Oh I've always wanted one!' when really, you've never done anything for stags, that is leaving out the Harry Potter obsession and admiring their antlers. Or whatever.

"The point is," I say to Ted as I walk away from the field with him. "I'd totally see myself falling for that."

"Yeah? Well, don't. You just love him for his perfect face and skin."

"No," I cried out. "I do not even see him like that! He's more than that. To me, he's so much more."

Ted looked at me like I'd blown a fuse, and I had, really. So, I decided to elaborate.

"Jim helped me up when the football jocks rammed me into the cafeteria lady. He said, and I quote, 'Are you okay?'"

"So?" 

"So! Don't you see! He's nice! He's not just all buff and looks, Ted," I turned back to look at the fields then. "He's got depth. He likes me, the nerd, the geek, the loser. Doesn't that mean something? Don't you get that?"

"No, I don't," Ted rolled his eyes. "Clearly."

"You don't get it." I sighed.

"Well, when I look at the one I love, I don't see anything but the familiar face of the one I'd kill to spend the rest of my life with," Ted paused as he opened his car. "I don't think of the one time she was nice, because she's always nice to me, and when she isn't," he looked at me as he got in and pushed the door open for me to get in. "I try to be patient."

"I didn't know you liked someone," I confessed as I buckled myself up.

"Correction, I love her."

"How do you know?"

He smiled into the rear view mirror. "I just do."

I bit the inside of my cheek, and after letting fifteen minutes pass in silence, well, almost silence, since Radiohead was playing, I allowed myself to ask "Is she pretty?"

He looked at me like I was the sun to his earth. "She is gorgeous."