The New M.E. Generation

My high school friend graduated a year before I did. My brother was on the same class and attending the graduation without him being there was a somber night for me.

This period represented a new stage in my life. My friend and brother were going away to college in a few months, which meant I would be alone at home with mom and my Senior year would start.

I was looking forward to this time, but was also lost of what to do with education and myself, especially when he was away.

I felt somewhat lost without my support system. And my insecurities about my intelligence and grades for my college application had me on the edge.

I kept thinking how in spite all he did he managed to get to the school of his choice. He knew exactly what he wanted to do for a career and how he would make it happen. Me, I didn’t have a clue what to expect for dinner that night.

The last memory I have of my friend during this time was of him coming to terms about ending high school, but glad he would go away from all this and start engaging in what he really loved.

He legally completed his studies, but don’t recall that he received the diploma. I believe he mentioned having to get a lawyer so there would be a record filed in school and Education Department that he had completed all the high school requirements.

That made me even more sad and puzzled about life in general and of witnessing this happening to someone I cared about.

That’s probably why I was overwhelmed; my mom had high expectations of me, my brother was the center of attention for always, and my mom was trying to adjust to this major change at home.

The summer went normal. I would see my friend at the pharmacy whenever I could. I don’t recall saying good-bye in person. I probably did over the phone and holding back my tears. After all he went through to finish school, the least I could do was to be supportive towards him and not add any additional pressure.

I do recall that when he and my brother left, I sat at my room looking around and thinking, ‘now what?’ It wouldn’t be the first moment that I felt that I was totally on my own without someone to hold my hand to lead the way.

It was as scary as when my ‘x’ walked out the door for good. Thinking about it now brings back this feeling, but incredibly I managed to overcome it all and stay in one piece.

So why am I still sad? Because I miss my friend and it hurts losing the friendship. This is not what was meant to be, but as he and I have done, I will hold my head up, knowing that no matter what, I will make it through this time and will be just fine.

The three of us arrived at the lounge around 9pm and the place was pretty much filled-up already. It was the first time I was at this place and got a good impression of such.

It had an indoor area with a bar, sitting room and dance space, plus a balcony area with an additional bar. I suggested walking around the location to familiarize ourselves with it (and check out the guys, of course).

I lead the way and walked first; when I entered the room I glanced around at the people standing at the bar or balcony rail when (whoa!), the sight of a particular guy basically stopped me in my tracks.

I looked at him and my jaw dropped. He was tall (very tall, way over six feet), with a fabulous ‘fohawk’ hairstyle, an awesome body and facial features of a runway model.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring (probably just a few seconds, but it felt as if I had gotten frozen in time) when I snapped out of it.

“How about if I buy a round of drinks?” asked I in an effort to staying around and keeping close watch on this guy. I didn’t have a plan in mind to approach him (I wasn’t thinking anything, seriously. This was the first time for me that I went out). I just wanted to (I don’t know) enjoy some ‘eye candy.’

Everyone got a drink and I stood in an angle that enabled me to speak to everyone, but still keep an eye on the guy.

During my conversation, I tried to look at him from time to time. Lucky me he was standing sideways, which helped me being not so obvious with my behavior.

Some time later the guy started walking away with another guy and passed me on my right side. I looked at him and gave him a big smile. Part of me expression was my amazement of how tall he was (over a foot taller than me). But, damn, this guy is so adorable.

I wanted to follow this guy so bad, but I was with this two girls.

So, what do you do now? I kept talking while analyzing the situation internally until a thought came to my mind.

“Hey, why don’t we take a walk and check out the rest of the place?”

I don’t know how long I waited for his arrival, but it felt endless. He finally appeared and, true to his ‘surfer dude’ demeanor, he’s driving with the car windows down and playing music so loud, it could be heard blocks down.

He puts the volume down and I get in the car. I have a face that reads ‘my life sucks big time.’ On the other hand, he has a big smile on his face like we were instead heading to the beach to catch some waves.

“Wassup Emma?”

“Hey” is all I could say with the long ‘unhappy camper’ face I had.

The thing here is that my car had been leased just a few months back and I am very attached to it. My vehicle is like an extension of my personality to the point that I don’t let other people drive it unless necessary or I allow it to happen. The thought of a total stranger taking it away feels like a part of me went away with it as well.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that bad!” Brian said. I kept looking at him with my pissed off face and made no additional comments.

Brian puts his face closer to mine and said, “You’re not taking this very well are you?” while laughing and opening his blue eyes as wide as possible.

I then turned my face and looked forward to finally speak my first full sentence since stepping into the car. “I need to get home first to get cash to pay. They’re not accepting credit cards at this time of the night.”

So off we went to make a first stop at my apartment to retrieve money I have saved in case this type of situation ever occurred to me.

We then continued to locate the tow-trucking company, which was located in an area I’ve definitely never been for how ghetto looking it was.

We get off the car at the company and I could see my car parked inside the lot through the gate. I’m so glad to see it! It’s as if it had been abducted and I’m finally rescuing it.

I took care of all the corresponding paperwork and payment. I then checked that there were no scratches or damages to the car and then drove it out where Brian was parked.

I rolled down my window. “Thanks so much, I appreciate it enormously,” I said to him.

“So, I guess you’re going home now?” he asked.
“Actually, I could really use a drink right now if I could. I’m still in a little bit of a bad mood,” I answered.
“I got beers at my place if you’re interested.”
“Are they cold?” I asked.
“I’ll drink to that. Lead the way please,” I concluded.

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