Some love stories, are short stories....but love stories all the same. I was told that once, and I believe it to be true. When I was younger, around twenty or nineteen, I don't remember the age exactly, I went to a party at a friend's house. I knew them from work and I didn't know exactly what to expect. I tried to wear something to look nice but also still look like me.
I chose to wear a pair of dark blue jeans, the tightest fitting I had, which only slightly clung to my legs really, with a graphic tee. It had this tree which at it's base was almost-bright blue and slowly faded to white with white crows flying from the petrified branches. Over that I wore my favorite dark blue flannel and my perfect fitting leather jacket. A girlfriend I dated later told me it was the hottest thing I had ever owned.
Anyways, I drove up and walked inside, music was blasting from two different rooms, people were laughing, having fun and just enjoying themselves. I met up with my friend who told me I could stay the night if I got to drunk and I nodded smiling but I knew right away I wasn't going to stay long. All around me were people I could easily classify as not people I fit with... Except her.
She stood in the corner looking as if she were listening intently on the guy she was speaking to, yet I could somehow tell she could care less. I remember everything about her style. She had blonde hair that ended at her shoulder, I could just make out the tip of pink from underneath. She had on this, knee-length red dress and a black leather jacket over it, like she could leave anytime but she stayed because who she talked to kept her attention. I decided to save her.
I walked up and hugged her "there you are babe!" I exclaimed, I kissed her cheek and put my arm around her shoulders. "sorry I'm so late, I just got caught up in my writing I didn't realize the time." she looked at me like she didn't know me, of course, and so did the guy.
"this is your date?" he asked.
"no I called her babe cause she reminds of that famous pig and I gave her a nickname." she giggled and covered her mouth as she realized I was trying to save her.
"sorry I forgot to mention him. He's a small time author and I've only recently...started dating" I looked in her eyes which were this watered blue (which is the best I can described the color).
"really you're a novelist? What do you write..."
"I started a new book, about a guy who was talking to someone else's date and didn't end up alive. Thrilling tale with some nasty pictures," I pointed to the girl beside me, " she's the one doing the artwork actually." I watched him leave shaking his head. "nice meeting you!" I said to him.
"smooth....and you would be" she turned towards me.
"nick, you?"
"none of your business just yet, how'd you know I drew?"
"you might wanna try washing your hands more thoroughly next time, not all the paint came off." I looked at her forearm which the jacket had showed for only a second, the deep purple seeming awkward.
"good eye." she scrubbed a little to try and get it off and I chuckled. "what?"
"you're cute is all. I'd like to actually get to know you and none of this...preppy crowd." her eyes met mine and I don't know how I knew but I just felt...perfect. If there was a better way to say it I would but. That night we talked, by four in the morning we had found our way in bed and after that...I woke up and she was gone. Replaced by a picture of us sleeping, herself wrapped in my arms and a slight smile on my face. On the back it simply said "thank you for a wonderful night, but I do have a boyfriend already and in a moment of weakness between us I let this happen. I'm sorry for leading you on,
Love with all of last night...and not an ounce more...
A girl in a red dress.
To this day I don't know her name. I loved her I know that, but remembering how much I knew, I don't think it would have lasted. Your mother on the other hand I can love forever and I plan to. Love is many different things, and can be done in an infinite number of styles. And this Romeo, likes more than one night stands.
Inspired by fictitious events....
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