31 DAYS – a writing challenge – 16th day
The Americans have their sweet sixteen amazing party. Some Latin American cultures celebrate a girl’s fifteenth birthday with a Quinceañera. Romanians have “Majoratul”, or the coming of age, both for girls and boys, at the age of 18, when you usually throw the biggest birthday party you ever had and you get to invite all your class mates plus all your neighbourhood friends and family.
Me and my brother we are both born on April 7, but he’s 3 years older. So it was his coming of age. His huge birthday party was scheduled for the weekend. The phone rang the whole week. I answered several times, giving the club address again and again. And from all those unknown voices, one stuck with me. It was very deep and masculine for a boy of 18. I didn’t knew how he looked like, but his voice swept me off my feet.
He began to call more often, and I was thrilled to answer. My brother was almost never at home, so I got to hear his voice a few times a day. When I was home alone, I even let the phone ring longer, so it wouldn’t feel like I was waiting by the phone for him to call, while when there was someone else at home, I got mad if they answered.
Soon enough I had a glimpse of him thru my room’s ajar door. He came to my brother for a cassette or something and I got to take a peek. Oh, my… he looked dreamy! Very fashionable dressed, really tall, dark-haired, dark eyes and I noticed he had an earring. I had a crush on him right then and there! I couldn’t wait for the weekend!
At the party, we were between the first to arrive and as soon as the music start, he invited me to dance. Of course that my heart said yes, yes, yes, please, but my lips said no. He went directly for a smoke outside, unpleased by my refusal. He later on come back at my table and had a seat. He asked if I’m having fun. I said yes, but only afterwards I realised how “my fun” looked like. I practically sat at my table the whole evening, with my eyes looking for him everywhere, almost without noticing anyone else. We exchaged a lot of intense looks.
After that he came very often to our place. Him and another 3-4 classmates, boys and girls, were coming to study with my brother. Yeah, right. They usually had pizza and a few drinks, as in Romania it is legal to drink after the age of 18.
He very often came into my room to say hi or just to smile or to wink at me. I usually was with a friend, playing something on my console or Rummy. Every now and then he also joined us for a little while. He sat next to me, and every time, “casually”, his foot was touching mine. And every time my brother called him to them, spoiling all the fun.
That’s the only contact we had for a year. But in one of those “study days”, he had a few drinks too much. I could tell he’s been drinking, not like other times. I was in my room with a friend, watching a girlie movie. He again sat next to me, only that this time, he put his arm around my shoulders. He was looking right into my eyes and it was clear he was thinking to kiss me. As he draw near me, I felt the smell of alcohol. I didn’t like it and I said a silly thing about the movie we were watching before, my friend laugh, so he stopped half way. The moment went away, as well as him. It felt awkward. I daydreamed about him for so long, I liked him so much, it was the biggest crush I ever had and when he finally made a move, I rejected him. It just didn’t felt right. I didn’t want my first kiss to happen that way. So it didn’t.