romance short stories

The Homecoming

Terry Belcher's hands were wet with perspiration as he nervously thought about his high school's homecoming dance, which was scheduled to take place in less than a week. A senior at Cardinal Worthy High School in Scranton, PA, Belcher was determined to attend since this was the big fall event for his graduating class. Terry had planned to ask his good friend Lisa Brooks to the dance but was taken by surprise when she told him that she had "other plans" for the weekend. Other plans? What the hell did that mean? A few days later, the shy, introverted boy would finally learn that Lisa was seeing someone at another school. It was a twist he was not expecting and as a result, he was left with the task of determining who he should ask. This was assuming of course, that he would eventually get the balls to do that. His "easy option" of asking Lisa was off the board and now the quiet17 year old was in a panic.

Terry's best friend Bob Scharno patiently paged through their junior yearbook as Terry looked at the girls in the Class of 2016. They were only in the B's when Bob pointed at Karen Beumont.

"Here you go. You know Karen."

Terry sighed as he looked at the young girl's picture. "Um, I don't know...."

"She has a nice rack."

"What??"

"A nice rack. Tits. Boobs, if you prefer. Breasts, if you want to be politically correct."

"Scharno, am I supposed to pick a girl out based on her, on her boobs??" Belcher was embarrassed and worked hard at saying the word "boobs" since all the other options before him seemed so much worse.

"Amy Henderson says that Karen's are a 36C."

"Jesus Bob, can we just move on."

Scharno grinned as he continued to page through the yearbook. He stopped again, this time in the M's.

"Wow, Sue Mahoney. I've watched her walk down the hall at school. Man, she really has a nice...."

Belcher cut him off. "Good God Bob, don't say it. Please...."

"Caboose."

Belcher squirmed and sighed as he put his head into his hands.

"Sorry Terry. I was just trying to lighten things up."

Belcher shook his head as he looked at his best friend. "Karen and Sue are WAY out of my league. They already have boyfriends. I need realistic advice. They would NEVER go out with me."

Bob Scharno shook his head as he replied. "Karen and Sue's boyfriends don't have a full academic scholarship to Darmouth for next fall..."

Terry's reply was quick and was given without any thought. "Girls don't give a FUCK about that."

Scharno's face showed immense surprise as he considered the comment. "Wow ! That's the first time I ever heard you use the f-word."

Belcher turned red as he realized what had slipped out. "Bob, I'm just in a panic over all of this..."

"OK. Let's regroup. Who would you like to take out."

"Lisa."

"That's not an option."

"I know."

"So who else would you like to go out with."

Belcher couldn't come up with any names. As he sat on the couch pondering the question, Bob Scharno finally offered a new name.

"How about Ashley Campbell?"

Belcher froze as he considered the name. Ashley Campbell. The slender blonde would normally be someone that Terry would never consider asking. But the girl had recently shown an interest in talking to him. He originally wrote this off as just being a sign that she was mentally ill. But after the girl had talked to him a THIRD time in study hall, he started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she was kind of interested in him.