|Cradle Robber Extraordinaire
Author: Erica Jo PM
Erin is confused about her feelings for someone that should mean little to none to her. He is younger and much much smaller than her. She feels conflicted with her feelings of infatuation towards him and her worries about what her friends will think.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,816 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-21-08 - Published: 09-05-08 - id: 2568150
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A/N: This story is based on real people that i know. of course i wont mention names. This chapter is pretty elusive but the following chapters will eventually explain anything you find confusing. (hopefully) I hope you enjoy and please review. I will try and update as quick as possible but I won't make any promises.
Today is going to be a unique day. The reason why? My best friend Ariana called me today and asked me if I can meet her somewhere for lunch. This is extremely interesting because, although we were best friends throughout our entire school career, I haven't seen her in about 4 years. She's always on the move and too busy for anyone but herself and an occasional "male friend." I have been wasting away my sorry excuse of an existence in the small town I've lived in all my life. I work from my home counseling troubled children. Yes, this means I never leave the house. I may not do much with my life, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy what little I do.
I've been sitting here at our old haunt, Coffee Madness, stirring in my sugar now for 5 minutes. The owner behind the counter is looking at me curiously. I revert my eyes back to my coffee and drink in the heavenly aroma. It has been years since I've made myself known here, though it feels like I never left. It looks exactly the same. Slightly dilapidated, yet welcoming. Like a tattered wool blanket in an icy rain. I hear a loud jingle and finally, my rambunctious best friend waltzes in. She looks the same, except slightly older, black hair as opposed to brown, and a couple more piercings.
She raises her arms and says, not even attempting to be calm,"Girl! It's been too long!" She runs over and hugs me. Some of my coffee spills out over the sides.
"Yeah! It's great to see you." I am still not used to her overly excited greetings. She sits down and the owner automatically brings her a latte with an apple turnover.
"I guess it hasn't been that long." She smiles and piles into her treat. "So, do you have something to tell me?" She said in an overly eager tone.
"What are you talking about?" I am confused beyond reason.
"You mean you don't have anything to tell me?" She said in a voice you use to get little kids to confess wrongdoings.
"No. Aren't you the one who invited me here? I thought you had something to tell me."
"Crap." She muttered under her breath. "He didn't do it, the pansy."
"What did you say?"
"Well, I do have something to tell you. I just thought you might know the gist of it by now. But by he looks of it that's not the case." She took another sip of her latte.
"Can you continue please?" Her eyes narrowed into the story telling face and she leaned across the table talking with her hand gesturing towards the air.
"I recently ran into an old friend of ours. Well, I guess he was better known as your friend." Her eyes widened and she looked at me questioningly as if to ask, you know who I'm talking about right? My heart hit high speed. I may have an eensy weensy, tiny inkling as to who she's implying. This can't be right.
"What do you mean old friend?" She looked at me like an ignorant child.
"Dylann. Dylann Trainer." She said with an obvious air. Her eyes cast down after she rolled them and she picked at her turnover.
"Oh, him." I said with much less gusto than what I felt reverberating throughout my body.
"Oh, him? Is that all you have to say?"
"Well, it's been 5 years." My voice quietened. "Where did you see him?"
"He went to Finland?"
"He's backpacking Europe." She said hesitantly.
My whole word crumbled beneath me like a jenga tower. Overcome with emotion I tried to choke back tears.
"Baby, baby!" Ariana grabbed my hand. "You couldn't expect him to stop his life over you."
"Shut up! Shut up!" I put my face in the comfort of my hands and tried to block out my idiotic thoughts.
"Hon, don't act like this. You are stronger than this. Let's get on a lighter note."
"What?" I gasp.
"Be quiet! I don't care about that. I ended it. It's over forever."
"Terrible, terrible thoughts. You lie so much it makes me sick."
"You make me sick." Ariana burst into laughter and pounded on the table obnoxiously." I love you!"
"Don't be. It ruins the moment. I haven't been this entertained in a long while."
"I'm glad I can be the object of your amusement! I thought I would be over with him forever. I never expected him to come up so unexpectedly in a conversation. Especially a conversation with you!"
"Don't kill the messenger."
"Well, would I have found out from anyone else?"
"Probably not. But you should have. I told Dylann to call you. I gave him your number."
"I got rid of my phone." I said guiltily.
"What?! You are a crazy girl! What possessed you to do that?"
"Well, I got tired of being so dependant on it."
"Don't give me that sappy crap!"
"Well, because of Dylann." I confessed contritely. "I wanted to avoid contact with him as much as possible."
"ERIN! You are so unbelieveable. Why wouldn't you want to keep in contact with him?!"
"You know very well why!" I snapped. I was practically foaming at the mouth from my anger.
"Baby, that's over and done with. It was neither his fault nor yours. Things like that just happen."
"Yeah, teenage pregnancies are common occurrences now. Everyone is doing it." Ariana surprised me by not retorting to my sarcasm. I guess I underestimate my friend's tact. She gobbled up the rest of her turnover and guzzled down her latte. Mine remained untouched.
"Wow life is crazy." I laughed, but it just sounded like a sour note.
"Hey. I'm not sure if you want to, but I thought it would be fun to reminisce a bit."
"Reminisce? A bit?"
"Yeah." Ariana smiled child like.
"Ugh." I sighed. This request seems unavoidable. Maybe it will help with closure. I never really talked about it to anyone. The people that I would tell, didn't need to hear it because they lived through it. Ariana wouldn't cease smiling sheepishly at me.
"Baby, baby, come on. I love going down memory lane." She batted her eyelashes.
"I don't know why you talk like a flirt to me, I'm not your boyfriend." Ariana giggled.
"Only because your my friend. Your air head charms don't work on me." She moved her arm in a motion to continue.
"Tell me when it begins."
"Let's see." Ariana tapped her finger on her chin and and hummed thoughtfully. "Junior year in high school, 7 years ago."
"Oh." Memories flooded me and I felt momentarily blinded. It was overwhelming, but it felt incredibly good. I suddenly had this incredible thirst to spill my guts about the whole event. I smiled in tune with Ariana and began enthusiastically. "I took no notice to him at first." I finally sipped my cold latte. "Then, I don't know what happened. I don't know what changed. But I felt, unnerved about it."
"I can see why." Ariana said.
"Well, he wasn't that much younger than me." I contended.
"It was more the fact that he was so...small."
"Try six inches shorter and about 100 pounds lighter."
"Thanks for helping out my self esteem. Can't I tell the story? I thought that's what you wanted."
"Sorry, hon, continue."
"I tried to bury my emotions and forget about them altogether. It was so unconventional. But, it came to the point where I constantly thought about him...most of the time without even realizing it.
"I had no clue what was wrong with you." I shook my head at my high school immaturity.
I hope you enjoyed and that you will stick with it as I continue on. Please R&R. If you do you deserve a million scoops of your favorite ice cream. If you don't like ice cream..then..your fave sweet treat!! :)