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09 – Bobby Eriksson

Sigh.  Sheryl had stared at the back of Bobby Eriksson’s head during second period math every day for the whole semester.  Basically forever.  Throughout the seemingly unending trials of sophomore year—geometry, driver’s ed, fighting with her parents over curfew, the looming SATs—the back of his head had been her one shining point of light in the darkness.  His golden locks were the north star as she ventured through the wild, wooly lands of high school beset on all sides by rogues and bandits and beasts of the wood.  Bobby was the perfect boy for her too, she just knew it.  He was kind and handsome and very fit, but he was also sensitive and loved drama and dancing.  He dressed impeccably and never hung out with all those stupid football meatheads at lunch.  And he was such a lady’s man!  Always surrounded by girls after school, singing and discussing fashion.  Cultured, genteel, sensitive, charming, magnificent, Bobby’s name filled her dreams and the inside of her trapper keeper.

But she would never be able to talk to him.  She knew that if she ever tried, he would just look at her braces and arm hair and glasses and hand-me-down clothes and laugh.  He would be right to.  She was such a joke.  An embarrassment.  At times like this, she wished she was home schooled like those kids in that family with like 18 kids.  Then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything.  Life would be leisurely and wonderful and, except for having to deal with her mom all the time, stress free.

Yet, home schooling would mean living in a Bobby Erikssonless world, surely a nightmare if ever there was one.  She imagined spending the rest if her life with Bobby.  Oh the adventures they would have!  They would shake of the restraints of modern society and sail around the world in a sailboat and stop for lunch in Paris and have tea in England and then come home, even though they were nowhere near the ocean.  They could sail up the Mississippi and then drive.  That would be fine.  Maybe not.  

Or they could be the first couple to explore the Moon together.  That would be so romantic.  She couldn’t imagine another person she would rather be sequestered with in a tiny tin can shot out of the atmosphere into regions unknown.  Their cockpit would smell like lavender, which is what he always smelled like.  She couldn’t walk through her mother’s flower garden without being reminded of Bobby’s scent.  But outer space is scary and she was afraid of small places, so that probably wouldn’t work.

Maybe they could climb the world’s highest mountain together and share an oxygen tank where the air is too thin to breathe.  Every time he passed the mask over to her, he would kiss her and she would blush, warming her cheeks to fight off the cold.  Their hearts would sing and they would run around the base camp catching snowflakes in their mouths before ascending the summit and placing a flag atop with their pictures and the words, “Bobby+Sheryl 4ever”.  That would just be the most romantic thing ever.  

Sigh.

One Comment

  1. Nimrod Nimrod November 16, 2009

    This brought me to tears. Too funny too much!

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