Stuck In The 60s

Chapter Two

    "Lexi," I said to my friend, "You know who I love?"

    "No," Lexi said, "Who do you love?"

    "Lexi, you should know this," I thought, but didn't say anything, because it might have come out a little rude. And I'm too much of a goody-goody to be rude. 

   "I love Mike!" I shouted, doing a little twirl. It was true. Mike Nesmith just might have been the cutest boy ever, in the 60s, of course. I giggle in my head when I hear him sing a song, and, along with that, start flapping my hands. I suppose love can do strange things to you.

   "Who's Mike?" Lexi inquired, which I had expected. She wasn't very savvy when it came to music from the 60s. In fact, she mainly listens to the music I despise. I just ignore the tunes when she plays them.

    "Mike is," I said, "a member of a 60s group that I like, and was the most adorable boy ever," I explained. Of course, I knew Lexi wouldn't exactly care unless she knew the person. 

     "Oh," she said softly, obviously somewhat hypnotized by her iPhone. Sitting on the floor of her own house, she just stared at it. I didn't exactly know what to say next, so I just sat down on the floor next to her.

     She turned to me. "Guess what I just texted my dad?" she asked. She smiled quite big , and her eyes lit up. I knew exactly what it would be. But, I guessed anyway.

     "What did you text your dad?"

     "Okay, I said," she slowly stated, "'Guess who looked adorable today??? BEN.'"

     While I'm in love with Mike, Lexi loves a boy from school named Ben.  Much like me with Mike, all Lexi talks about is Ben. How he talked to her in Spanish class, and her urge to pinch his cheeks. It does get a bit irritating after hearing it just about every 10 minutes, but, talking about him is just something Lexi cannot stop.

     "You would text your dad that." I said with a smile. "Did he respond?"

     "Nope, not yet."

     I wonder how Lexi is able to be so open with her crushes. I can't even tell my parents how in love I am with Mike, and he's a celebrity, for gosh sakes. Maybe it's because my parents know who he is, and I don't believe Lexi's parents know who Ben is, despite the thousands of times she's talked about him. 

     "Lexi," I asked, "What would you do if Ben asked you out?" I have asked this question to Lexi a few times before, and always got the same answer, but I was always curious to know if the answer had changed.

      "Well," she said, "I don't know. It depends on who he's with. If he is alone, I would say yes. If he's with his friends, I would say no." It made sense. If the kid is with friends, Lexi wouldn't know if he was messing with her or not. 

      I pictured me and Mike, him asking me out on a date, and then, felt woozy. Almost like I was about to upchuck. Thinking of this should have made me happy, yet I knew it would never happen. I could only dream, and even then it wouldn't come true.

      Suddenly, Lexi put on a sneaky smile. 

      "What?" I questioned.

      "I just had a thought about me and Ben," she said, her smile getting bigger. I knew this thought involved Lexi, Ben, and a bed.

     "Oh my goodness, Lexi!" I laughed at my friend. This generation is quite the dirty one.

     "I can't help it!" she responded, laughing at herself. She tunred to her vibrating phone, realizing her dad had responded to her text message, but she didn't bother to read it. 

     "I love Ben!" she screamed, and threw her head up, so it was facing the ceiling.

     "I love Mike!" I responded, loudly.

     "Yay for love!" Lexi screamed, pumping her fist in the air. I giggled.

      Lexi sure is lucky. She gets to see Ben every day. As for me, seeing a young Mike Nesmith is literally impossible.