Me, Myself and My Stomach

Upsetting Introduction

This is my first attempt at anything, so please, I would love to hear any suggestions. And if it is terrible, tell me so I can move on to something else.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!"

We had all been dead silent up until the last twenty seconds. Now we all leaned in towards the door, not really knowing what to expect, but expecting something we had never seen before. I was so focused on what we were going to see behind those doors, I'm sure I was attractively drooling, something I can't imagine made my future partner very excited.

"Six! Five! Four!"

Oh boy! My productivity at school, in all areas, from math to football, had dropped off significantly (which was already less than stellar) over the past week. All week long, Philips party had been the center of the world.

Philip's Mom wasn't exactly a model parent. Over the years, we had developed a pretty good scouting report on his mom. By 8pm on any given night, her attention to our behavior severely dwindled. We determined a direct corrolation between the level of budweiser cans in the trash and what we could get away with. By 9pm, his mom, and by extension any male friend she may have had over at the time, disappeared to her bedroom. It was an unspoken rule that we all ignored what his mom was up to after 9pm. But what we all knew happened in that bedroom now spawned pour imaginations and excitement at this moment.

"Three! Two! One!"

Tara flung open the door as if we would catch them in the act of some hot and heavy action. Totally ignorant of the fact that if anything scandalous had been going on, there was a good ten second warning with our obnoxiously loud countdown. Alas, I was equally guilty of ignorance, along with everyone else.

We all went bug eyed, hoping to see as much as an eye could take in. Would they still have shirts on? Pants? Anything at all!?!?

"That was stupid." Katie stormed out of e closet and made a line for the door. "I'm going outside, I need some fresh air." Katie shot a look at Philip, "can you steal a cigarette from your mom?" It was really a demand disguised as a question.

"I'll check." Philip knew it wouldn't be a problem, but I think there was always a part of him that wished it would be.

In the tornado that Katie came out of the closet, Adam tried unsuccessfully to sneak out of the closet without notice. The bottle obviously had no intention of creating a romantic moment with it's first spin. Adam was a great kid, always loyal, always honest, never a bad thing to say. He also lacked social grace, and had that tendency to trip over himself. If the bottle really had any say in this first pairing, it clearly had a cruel heart. While Katie had all the makings for some lucky kid to score during spin the bottle, Adam was never going to be that kid.

With everyone back and under control, minus Katie, who was convinced we were in cahoots with the bottle to stick her with Adam, the bottle once again was in charge of our fates. We played spin the bottle with a slightly different twist. All the boys and all the girls would go into different rooms. We'd do our separated spins, and then would lead each of our "winners" blindfolded into the closet. I found myself the lucky "winner" in round two.

Blindfolded and on my way to the closet, I quickly assessed the situation. Honestly, there wasn't any girl in the circle that I would be repulsed by. I had known Tara, Katie and Jessie since, well..... what really seemed like forever. All the other girls, like Sarah, we had just started attending middle school with. Most of the girls, like Sarah, had been called on a dare at some point. Sure, most of those calls ended in nervous hang ups, but it didn't mean we didn't want to talk to them. Like Sarah for instance.

Ok, so I kind of liked Sarah. I'm not sure what it was. We had ended up in the same lab group in science. Then she started hanging out with us through Katie. I guess looking back, she was kind of a new thing. She had a very laid-back look, jeans and t-shirts, sneakers. Nothing fancy, which really did nothing for me. She'd laugh at my jokes, was pretty good at being a smart-ass herself.