Short love

Spooky time

          It was late October. The cold was beginning to nip at my cheeks and football season was nearly over. Which meant this would be the last football game I played my wonderful clarinet at. It was Freshmen year and I felt I had a world of possibilities ahead of me.  I was a kind soul and had many friends who loved and cared for me as I always have. Although I had my times of being a complete and utter bitch they still loved me. It was cold outside and as I always had I fantasized about a cold winters night in the arms of a sweet and romantic boy who cared dearly for me. However, the boy I longed for was not the one I got. He seemed to be the one I had always dreamed of but I fell in love with his disguise. 

At the previous football game, I had met a nice boy named Clark. He was a trumpet player and one that did not seem to be an asshole with a big ego. He had trouble putting his uniform away, and I thought he was cute. Ever so shyly I approached and asked: "Hey, you want some help?" He smiled and nodded "Yeah that would be great." When I had gotten my uniform our assistant band director had instructed me exactly how to put it away. I stood next to him "Watch so you know for next time." I said as I slowly put the uniform away the proper way. He smiled at me and we talked casually. He asked my name and I gave it "I'm Melody." I said. He smiled and repeated my name "Melody." he said looking into the distance all profound. In that moment I thought maybe just maybe for once a boy would like me. 

For about a week after that, we didn't talk because with no phone service I couldn't exactly get his number. Then my dad got a loan from the bank for really no reason. After much begging, he got me a phone and service. At this game, it was gonna be different. In the beginning of that fateful night, neither of us said a word to each other. In the freezing cold of the third quarter when us band kids finally got a break I approached him. Slowly and shyly as I had before. He was talking with his friend Jack and we sat in the bleacher together. It was cold and I smiled at him a bunch like I do at most people. He thought I was cute and once we were back in the band room I once again helped him put his uniform away, he gave me a smile and said: "what would I do without you?" with a sweet smile. I was in crappy basketball shorts and a t-shirt as I hadn't anything else. Our band director had closed the band room so I stood outside shivering. He offered me his hoodie and I took it without hesitation. It smelled like him and I loved it. I wore it to bed not because I forgot I had it on, but because I wanted too. I went home all giddy and giggly. Although I assumed that after I gave it back he probably wouldn't talk to me again. 

However, the next day was our Veteran's day assembly. The band kids had to be at the High school during 3rd period for the High school's assembly. I walked with him to the gym and back. He held the door open for me everywhere we went he was a chivalrous lad. We walked together all awkwardly quiet. My friends all thought it was adorable how blushy I was after. Of course, I told them I couldn't shut up about it. The band played and I wasted time putting chairs away with him so we could be together longer. 

The next week was conference week so lunch for everyone was at the end of the day. I always walked over to the High school for lunch to go sit in the band room with my friend Breann and Ross. They liked each other so I always just kind of third wheeled but I still enjoyed their company. We walked over there and after lunch when it was time to catch the bus I saw Clark. He and Ross talked for a minute as they were both trumpets. For the rest of the week, he was there for the few minutes after school before my bus got there. I was just happy to see him as I didn't think I would get too much. That Wednesday I decided I was going to ask him to come skating with me on Friday.  

(to be continued...)