Boise was a quick trip. He invited her to a movie. Drag Me to Hell. She loves scary movies. Unfortunately she also experiences involuntary body spasms during them. He didn’t know that yet. At one point he thought she was leaving to use the restroom. Really she was just scared and somehow ended up in the empty seat next to her. He laughed about it. She was glad it didn’t embarrass him.
The next day she invited him to lunch. He hadn’t showered yet. But he came. That made her happy. She was glad he wanted to come. And then he left again. For Boise.
He was gone for 18 days. She had text him once to thank him for the mix but that was all. It was Memorial Day. He wanted to know what she was doing. He text her. They were each at separate bbq’s. His curiosity as to what she was doing never developed into anything more. She eventually saw him back at the house. She sat in the kitchen doing homework and eating black beans. “Oh, I got you something,” he said. He left the room. He returned with a key chain. A Marc Jacobs key chain. “I remembered you said he is your favorite designer.” And then she knew…he was special.
She had gone shopping…she was hoping he’d still be there when she got back. Sadly the house was empty. She went up to her room to dump the vintage goods she had garnered that day. But when she opened her door she saw something on her pillow? From him? It was a mix cd with a note:
He was leaving for New York City. She had just finished looking at HIS facebook profile. “I love Brand New for all time,” it said. No way. She needed to text him. She asked a friend for his number. She had never done that before.
Her: ____! I just looked at your fb prof and I love Brand New for all time also! That’s all…This is _____, _____ just gave me your number.
Him: Dude not enough people get the glory of Brand New. That is rad.
He was awkward. He made her nervous. “So what’s it like to be you?” he asked. He had just finished looking at her facebook profile. She didn’t like that he may have formed opinions of her from what he saw. She sat down in the room with him. Pretended to be interested in some books lying on the coffee table. They talked. For real. For the first time. For hours.
The roommates and friends were going to the best Indian place for dinner. She got back from class in time to go. Him and his friend decided to come along as well. She ended up on the far side of the table feeling like she was on a first date with each of them. She wished his friend would go away.
He had a show. She was feeling better. She was curious to see but hesitant to go. She went. It was at a diner. He was already there. She had to sit right across from him. It was the only spot available. She ordered a milk shake. He ate fries. He watched her. She kept catching his eye. Who is he? It was time for him to play, she wasn’t going to stay long. She had made other plans. She didn’t pay much attention. She wanted to be distracted. She didn’t want to like him for what he did.
She needed a place to stay. He lived in the house. They had never met. Two days she lived there without an encounter. She came down with the flu. He forgot his key. She had to let him in. She looked bad. She was embarrassed. He locked himself in his room to write music. She puked her guts out in the bathroom next door.