A few of my close friends and I have an inside joke about how my life is like a teen drama show with all the mishaps that I deal with. We’ve asked each other what we would name this show and “Get Lucky” had tended to stick in our minds. In this week’s episode on “Get Lucky”, I had arrived to Felix’s 20th birthday get-together at his house with my other friend, Christopher. I’ve had a long history with the both of these two boys. At one point, all three of us were very close friends who would hang out with each other almost every day – however, that ended, oddly, at the beginning of summer when we all drifted apart. I like these guys as friends, but sometimes they drive me crazy.
Before the summer came, I grew tired of the little arguments between Felix and me after a while. Felix is a one-upper and with each innocent joke or remark I made to poke a little fun at him, he would take it the wrong way and usually escalate the situation to get back at me. I admit he’s a little too sensitive, and by the end of it, someone’s feelings always tend to get hurt. However, I couldn’t stand the unnecessary combativeness that the arguing was bringing out of me and I didn’t like the negative direction that our friendship was heading. I’m sure that he didn’t mind though, it just meant how close we were as friends – but it’s just out of my nature. It also didn’t help that he had confessed his long kept secret crush on me that he failed to mention until Valentine’s Day, nearly a week after a mutual breakup between his friend and I.
Chris is a misunderstood man-child. He has a sense of humor and obnoxious laughter that most find annoying and childish, which made it harder for him to relate to others. I had a hard time too at first but the more I talked with him and got to know him better, I became his best friend. But his mannerisms wasn’t all that drove me crazy, it was what happened between us after the third revelation of his unrequited feelings for me. I wanted to find ways we can still be friends but also help him to get over me. Then at the climax of despair and strong emotion, I suggested that we no longer see each other as often. His automatic acceptance to this suggestion made me believe that he wasn’t interested in trying to work things out together and we stopped talking. Eventually, we apologized and made up – but what ultimately prolonged this reunion was his fear of trying: to fight for and save our friendship.
At Felix’s house, there were many familiar and some unfamiliar faces. As for the new faces that I had met, one name rang a bell. A while back, Felix had told me a scandalous story of a girl he was friends with that threw an incredible Christmas party one year. As the story goes, a girl named Ava threw a party for all her close friends while her parents were away. She supplied the alcohol and entertainment, and then drank until she couldn’t continue any more. She met another girl at her party that she really knew nothing about and they began talking. It was an encounter of lust and absence of inhibitions that led Ava to make a move. It wasn’t until afterwards did she find that the girl she met was her best friend’s crush. A meaningless one night stand became a triangle that Ava regrettably had no intentions to be a part of. In reality, Felix tends to exaggerate or twist stories around sometimes, therefore, I disregarded whatever I heard and watched Ava closely in order to have a real life impression of her. She was beautiful, had a great smile and such presence that every time she walked into a room, everyone would notice.
The next person to join the festivities was Vincent. Vincent is the man that I’d been looking forward to seeing the most. We haven’t talked in months since we stopped dating, but somehow I made myself believe that I liked him again and kept in mind the thought we both had that maybe we could try again in the future. Even if we did break up on the day of my birthday party, I still thought about the good times we had together. All I wanted was to talk to him and just put myself out there. However, I wouldn’t dare expect him to want to go out with me again, that’s a potential set up for disappointment.
I wanted an ice breaker, so I openly invited anyone who wanted to play a game of beer pong with me hoping I can have Vincent as my partner. I had no responses until Ava volunteered to play against me, one-on-one. With a huge lead, I should’ve had this game won with only one more cup left to go but the pressure of everyone watching struck my nerves. She caught up to me, both of us at our last cups and game tied. Miraculously, she made her last shot in and I have a chance to save myself from losing if I can shoot my ping pong ball back into her cup. Before I made my attempt, she wanted to make a bet with me, “If you miss, you owe me a kiss.” As soon as she said that, my heart dropped. I knew I wasn’t going to make it and I didn’t come to this party to kiss another girl especially when there was someone else I wanted to kiss more, but I never back down or take back a bet. I tried my best and took my shot; some may think that I missed on purpose. When the game ended, she walked over and I paid my dues in front of everyone. However, it wasn’t just a little peck on the lips.
When she kissed me, it reminded me of how much I enjoy kissing – I kissed her back. All around us, I could hear everyone, including Felix and Chris, in awe of the unexpected that was happening before them. I was shocked myself, but I went along with it anyway. Then, a comment from Vincent as he exclaimed, “Wow Ava, I’m so jealous!” At that point, my guilt had taken over while hiding it away behind a smile as I sat by myself soon after we stopped kissing. I thought to myself how inconsiderate I must have been to the guys that I’ve had such a history with. Well although some hearts may have slightly been broken, I received kudos from all our friends for even though I lost, I still got to kiss someone as amazing as our friends know Ava to be while she got the casual shrug and nod of the head as it did not easily come as a surprise for her close friends for that typical display of intoxicated behavior.
After all the excitement had settled, I finally got to sit Vincent down for a talk. The conversation felt one-sided as I did more of the talking while he gave short responses. There was no indication at all that it could go in the direction that I initially intended. Perhaps it was the bet that changed everything, perhaps it wasn’t. Despite the answer, I had to let it go and I was content. I’ve finally had closure from my relationship with Vincent after all that time. Vincent and I had gone back to the party, leaving everything we had together behind us and carried on peacefully throughout the rest of the night.
As one door closed, another door opened. Ava, who just loves to have a good time, had no idea who I was or what my history was like with the Felix, Chris, or Vincent, who I still cared deeply about. However, that didn’t stop her from trying to get me to kiss her again. Apparently, the story preceded her, but I didn’t mind because, by that time, I just wanted to have fun. Then, I realized for the first time in my life that this was real and new to me. Kissing a girl wasn’t just for a game anymore. I didn’t how to feel about it, but for spontaneity’s sake, I went along with it and enjoyed the ride. I can definitely say that on that night I really did “get lucky.”
Body, like the mountain
Heart, like the ocean
Mind, like the sky.
(Source: awakenaslove)Via Neurolove.me
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
Sounds like larry doyle could do it well.
Also if this were real i wouldnt be so fucking sad