I was at the high school dance. Waste of an evening. I mean, I wouldn’t have even considered going to something like this. It was embarrassing. But I knew she’d be there. I spent the whole night wishing I could get closer to her. Excuses to brush by, to look just a moment more. I didn’t want to be creepy. I wanted to be her friend.
And then the song started. You know the one. “You spin me right round baby, right round.”
Cheesy shit but we can all dance ironically. That makes it safer somehow.
Yeah I, I got to know your name. Well and I, could trace your private number baby. Amber. That was her name. Different hair color every week it seemed. Different piercings and tattoos. Same eyes. Nothing could change them. I wanted to.
So I stood in the corner. Gibberish numbers were bouncing around in my head, blocking everything else out.… Read the rest