This is a story about a girl and a boy. She’s about 24. A recent graduate of a local university with a degree in communications, she likes pop punk and indie comedies. She runs a lifestyle blog which shows some promise, but that is still gaining traction on the web. Her favorite food is chicken Tikka Masala. She has hazel eyes and cascading blonde hair, which falls in loose curls about her heart shaped face. She likes the boy, but she isn’t sure how he feels about her.
The boy is barely 20, muddling his way through his sophomore year at the same university towards a philosophy degree, which he has no ultimate plan for. He plays guitar and sings for a local hardcore band and fancies himself a poet. He has brown eyes and the beginnings of a receding hairline, which causes him great embarrassment. He likes the girl, but he isn’t sure how she feels about him.
Both boy and girl are spending the evening at a little spot off of some placid country lane. It’s edged by thick clumps of deciduous trees and overlooks a medium sized man-made lake, which serves as the focus of a state park. Locals consider it a necking spot. It’s a cool night in early October. There’s a full moon out, which casts its radiant gaze through the hazy azure of the sky. They’re leaning against the hood of his ’96 Pontiac, sharing a six pack of National Bohemian, both idly casting their own gazes at the body of water which rests below. Neither of them are saying anything.
He awkwardly inches closer to her, but not too close. He doesn’t want to give himself away. After all, he isn’t sure how she feels about him. He’s an insecure boy, and doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary awkwardness for her. Meanwhile, she’s ever so subtly moving her hand towards his where it lay on the hood of his car. She’s careful not to actually touch him, however. After all, she isn’t sure how he feels about her, and she doesn’t want to risk rejection.
He sips his beer. She sips hers. He slides a Pall Mall from its beaten pack, and, trying to conceal his slightly trembling hand, puts it between his lips and lights it. She pulls her jacket tighter around her to guard against the deepening chill in the air.
“Nice night,” he mumbles, afraid the silence is making her feel weird.
“Yeah,” she responds. She wonders if she should add anything, but isn’t quite sure what. She then asks if she can bum a cigarette.
“Sure thing,” he replies, offering her one of his Pall Malls. She places it between her lips. He lights it.
“A lady never lights her own cigarette,” he says, trying to sound suave. He realized that in fact he doesn’t sound suave, but rather corny and foolish. His gut clenches at the prospect of her seeing through his ruse. He clams up.
“Thanks,” she half-smiles. She wants to move closer to him.
“No problem,” He holds back a half-smile. He wants to move closer to her.
Suddenly, both boy and girl behold a blazing sickle of light slice across the night sky. A shooting star. She hasn’t seen one in fifteen years, she reckons. This is the first one he’s ever seen.
“Shit!” he exclaims, nearly spilling a mouthful of beer, “Make a wish!”
“Alright,” she laughs. They both shut their eyes tightly, focusing on the thing they want most at this particular moment.
I want him to kiss me, she thinks.
I want her to kiss me, he thinks. Both of them open their eyes and turn to face the other.
“So what did you wish for?” He asks, half-smiling.
“If I tell you, then it won’t come true.”
He inches closer. She inches closer. They’re almost touching. They both feel a certain understated tension between them. He looks away. She looks away. He downs what remains of his beer. She takes a drag of her cigarette.
“Well…” he pauses, “It’s getting kinda late. I have class in the morning.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, “I have work. Should we get going then?”
“I suppose so.” Boy and girl climb into the ’96 Pontiac, him in the driver’s seat, her in the passenger’s. He turns the key in the ignition and flips through a book of CDs while she peers through the partially opened car door window. He puts Alkaline Trio in his CD player because he knows they’re her favorite band. She half smiles. He half smiles. He throws his car in reverse and backs up into the road.