Midnight Swim

At 16 Kyle was told many, many times, on many, many occasions that he wasn’t in love. “You’re too young!” “You haven’t been with her long enough” and all that. ‘They don’t know shit!’ He would think. Happy as can be until he got a hard slap in the face from reality.

The people knew shit. And it was the shit he didn’t want them to be right about.

Just a week ago he was so positive and happy, seemingly indestructable. Then when he decided to go to Lynn’s house early ((Ex) girlfriend), he saw her riding Leon. He had seen him around school, never really talked. But now he knew who the sonofabitch was.

“Goddamn it all to hell.” Kyle muttered, sitting in his seat in his last class. He tilted his head and waited for the bell to ring. For the last 10 minutes they could read, free from homework, thankfully. ‘It’s been a hard fucking week. I’m just going to try to relax.’

He heard something drop against his desk. He lifted his head to see a folded piece of paper. Opening it he saw written: “We need to hang out.” It was written in his friend’s handwriting. Her name was Kate.

He scribbled down, “Sure, I could use a friend to feel better.” He passed the note back up.

She nodded to herself as she read the note. She wrote with her pink pen, and passed back the note. “Let me hitch a ride home.”

He again began writing “Biatch, You know better than to boss yo pimp!” He tried to hide his laugh as he passed it back up.

Her shoulders raised as she tried to not laugh, and began to write. She passed the note again.

“Muh fuckin’ bitch! You ain’t funna tell my ass what to do!” He chuckled silently and was about to write when that magic sound went off.

The bell, annoucing the high schooler’s freedom for the weekend.

“Nice comeback, biatch” He said with a smile. Being around her always made him feel better.

“I ain’t no bitch!” She said with a grin.

“Let’s get some food.” He said grinning back.

He followed her out of the room when it became less congested with people. It’s what Kyle called the traffic jam, and always avoided it since he was a child. As he followed her out he noticed her auburn hair was especially lovely today. In fact, everything about her was. Her scent, her curvy figure, her brown eyes, How the top of her head met his shoulders. She was only 5’5″, and had firm, round 32C breasts. She was beautiful but didn’t ever date. Only at 15 she was already looking like she was in her 20’s.

Kyle was about 6 feet tall and had brown hair, brown eyes, and was pretty muscular, but not like the hulk or body builder. Just enough to get noticed.Usually by Kate’s side they were always called a couple. But they were just friends. These feelings he was having was making him think and hope they could be more than that.

Could they? No, that was just the loss striking him, making him want any girl he was close to. But why wouldn’t it work? ‘God stop thinking like that,’ he thought.

When they put their things away at seperate lockers, Kate did something she had never done before.

She grabbed Kyle’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder.

‘Whoa’ he thought. ‘That’s new.’ Confused, but happy to be with Kate he walked to his car.

When they arrived Kate shouted “Shotgun!” and grinned. He laughed, and opened his door.

Putting the keys in the ignition, he turned the key and twisted in his seat. He grabbed a big book filled with CD’s. They both looked at eachother. Kyle smiled and raised an eyebrow. Kate nodded. That was the signal to put on their song.

Woman by Wolfmother was blared in the car as they both sang, and headbanged. They rolled down the window at a stoplight so all could hear. They sped off and headed for a diner, timing it perfectly. The song ended when they arrived.

“Well that was awesome!” Kyle said as he walked out of the car.

Kate bent her neck a little as she replied “Fuckin’ whiplash” She said.

Kyle laughed “Pussy.” He laughed again as she swiped at him playfully. “Is it bad?” He asked feeling a bit of concern for his friend.

“No, it should be fine in a few minutes.”

“Good” He said. We walked with her and they held hands again walking into the diner. When they opened the door they were greeted with music, friendly folks, and of course the aroma of food cooking. The place was always packed and had great food and was themed for the 50’s. The music was from alot of era’s and was pretty much the hangout for after school.

They were seated at a booth. On the table were two menus, to the right of them was salt, pepper, ect. Basic shit in a diner. But there was one thing that was what made “Classic Cuisine” about the coolest diner ever. A flipbook with tons of songs in a frame of a jukebox. You put in a quarter and pick a song.

They ordered some food and dined to music picked from people around the diner. whoever put in a song first got their song, then the next person, ect. Quite fun to be there. They left the diner full, and had lots of songs that they wrote down with the bands.

“Wow, I write down new stuff everytime I go there” Kyle said.

“Yeah, me too! We should hit CDCDs.” Kate said. CDCDs, was a music shop that sounded like CBGB’s. Just a regular Music store with a great selection. From Sinatra to 50 Cent they had it all. Quite cheap too, seeing as most of their CDs were used but in good condition.You could get probably 15 albums for 50 dollars.

“Oh hell yeah!” Kyle said.