MtnAngelWV
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OOC: this is a thread for two -- myself and whomever would like to join. It is about first loves from high school, Kristina (Kris) and Stephen (Steve). They meet accidently ten years later just before Christmas. This thread is based on the song by Dan Fogelberg and is also partly autobiographical.
IC: My marriage was going downhill fast, the final crash was inevitable as my husband and I fight for at least the millionth time. I have an overwhelming need to flee, even if just for the night. I know that I should stay home since it is only two days before Christmas, if just for the children's sake, but if I don't leave now I will surely go crazy. I hop in my car as my husband stands in the door begging me not to leave. He asks this of me only because he is not finished fighting yet. I jam my foot on the gas pedal and tear out of the driveway.
With no particular destination in mind, I drive like a madwoman. My thoughts turn melancholy as I think about Steve, my first love from high school. Suddenly I am two towns away and in the heart of the city. My thoughts are still ones of remembrance. I hadn't thought about him in such a long time and I have no idea why they are turned in that direction now. I decide I need a drink and pull in behind the club I had been to a couple of times. The loud music and rowdy crowd will hopefully dull my senses. I brush my hair until it shines and apply some light makeup. As I am staring at my reflection in the rear view mirror I think I look a mess and hope I don't run into Steve.
What a ridiculous thought. Steve had been in the army for five years now. I live in the same small town and yet I haven't seen him since school. I shake my head to rid the overwhelming thoughts and exit the car. When I enter the bar I stroll over to the bar and order a shot of Mescal and a draft beer. A few of these should loosen me up and lessen the pain. I down the shot and chase it with some of the beer before making my way into the crowd.
I have been in the bar all of five minutes when a masculine hand taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and see him standing there. My mouth stands agape; I must look like a complete idiot. I wait for him to say something, as I am rendered completely speechless.................
IC: My marriage was going downhill fast, the final crash was inevitable as my husband and I fight for at least the millionth time. I have an overwhelming need to flee, even if just for the night. I know that I should stay home since it is only two days before Christmas, if just for the children's sake, but if I don't leave now I will surely go crazy. I hop in my car as my husband stands in the door begging me not to leave. He asks this of me only because he is not finished fighting yet. I jam my foot on the gas pedal and tear out of the driveway.
With no particular destination in mind, I drive like a madwoman. My thoughts turn melancholy as I think about Steve, my first love from high school. Suddenly I am two towns away and in the heart of the city. My thoughts are still ones of remembrance. I hadn't thought about him in such a long time and I have no idea why they are turned in that direction now. I decide I need a drink and pull in behind the club I had been to a couple of times. The loud music and rowdy crowd will hopefully dull my senses. I brush my hair until it shines and apply some light makeup. As I am staring at my reflection in the rear view mirror I think I look a mess and hope I don't run into Steve.
What a ridiculous thought. Steve had been in the army for five years now. I live in the same small town and yet I haven't seen him since school. I shake my head to rid the overwhelming thoughts and exit the car. When I enter the bar I stroll over to the bar and order a shot of Mescal and a draft beer. A few of these should loosen me up and lessen the pain. I down the shot and chase it with some of the beer before making my way into the crowd.
I have been in the bar all of five minutes when a masculine hand taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and see him standing there. My mouth stands agape; I must look like a complete idiot. I wait for him to say something, as I am rendered completely speechless.................
