CLUBIN NIGHT

"Hey chris, you want to go to chrome tonight?"  That would be the question of the night.  Jill, one of my best friends had texted me this during an intense wii game of tennis.  "Chrome, i thought, why did that ring a bell.  Then i got another vibration from my best up cell phone.  Its that club in johnson city, remember.  Ohh, she wants me to go clubbin'.  Well this should prove interesting i told myself.  I agreed only because i had this new policy where i would say yes to anything that was brought to my attention.  I excused myself from my friends, and called some people to see if they wanted to go as well.  We got a total of 5 people.  So, then i brought my "gay but not really gay" friends over to help me decide what i should wear.  After we figured out what was going down, we decided to chill at Perkins, a local restaurnant that is open 24 hours a day.  Well, we got a booth and waited slowly for one....two.....and started drawing close to three hours when we got the text.  It was time for us to go to the club.

The club was approximatly 20 miles away, so we had a drive, once we got to the club (which was at about midnight), we had to wait in the 100 person line.  As we were waiting in line with our college id's and drivers licenses, we could smell only three things: beer, pot, and sex.  Now until that point i didnt know sex had a smell, but that day, i learned exacley what it smelled. like.  My friend looks at me and says "Oh i cant wait".  I lied to myself "neither can i"

Once we got in, it was like a zoo.  Only the cages were too small, we didnt get food for free, and there were drunk people dancing to hip hop.  We are just sitting there awestruck, looking at the outfits like, "is that it, she has got to be missing something" and wondering is that her or his... nope its his hand...in her.. yep in her"  things of that source.  beer was going around like beach bals at nickelback concerts.  Then as i was passing  a group on the dance floor, all i heard was the girl say in a sexy, seductive voice "i can't wait for you to stick your dick into my pussy"except she drew out the end of the word while wispering into his ear.  That is exactly when i told my friends that i was going to sit for a while. 

From about 2 till 2:30, all me and the "gay" friend did was watch the dance floor from an elevated seating area asking the same questions from the beginning"Is she really doing that in public?"  "Yep"  "Wow" I felt like a lonely freshman walking down the big scary hall of high school but instead of the illegal activity being hidden behind the teachers backs, it was just right in front of us.  Now once we were about to get up, one of our older friends spotted us.

"what are you two sitting down for.  can you not find any women to grind up on"  we both honestly replied.  "nope"  he told us to follow him, and we combed through the jungle of people that smelt like alcohol and sweat from the body heat of the dance floor.  He found us two girls, who we thought we might get a chance to dance with, until they told us that they were dating each other "Oh!, awkward" went through my mind.  

And that is when the party ended, and that was my day clubing.

FIRST DAY

This is not real.

thats all i could tell myself on that dreadful day.  the day that grabbed me and took me to a completly new world.  A world so scary, exciting, and holds drama for everyone.  tday was my first day of high school.

As i walked through the entrance, i looked around at the old school.  It was made of two main building materials: brick and duct tape.  It seemed like the duct tape went on for miles and miles and that wsa all the school was made of.  ironically, our school colors were blue and grey.   but anyways.  i saw the humongous beasts that were called the senior football players give me the evil glare.  As soon as i wsa caught in their line of sight, i ran to the only place they couldnt catch me, the library.  The library at the high school was exponentially larger than the one at the middle school.  It was two leveled with more than 4 computers in there (i learned later, there were actually 45!)  As i was chilling in there, i saw her.  Oh God, not now said the voice inside my head, but sure enough, my middle school stalker was sitting there, her pig like nose buried into a book about dragons or faries, or something along those lines.  get out of here yelled the scared part of mind, who then replied right back, but what about the scary seniors.  that is when i would chose my doom.  how was i to die as a highschooler: as a bloody pulp in the middle of the floor because i happened to look in the direction of one of their girl friends, or was i to be in a closet, shot up with ectasy and ruphilin.  then the desicion was made for me when i saw her start to close the book.  I turned around, walked very briskly toward the library doors out unto the pit.

you think im kidding, but we had a pit in our high school.  sure it was only 4 feet deep, but it was called The Pit.  It had stairs so it reminded me of an ampitheater,  but that is where all of the cool kids would hang.  and i was the farthest thing from cool.  The only way i would have a chance was if being 5 foot 3, 90 pounds and being in band became cool.  and was that really going to happen in my lifetime.  no.  I was wondering what to do.  I started to sweat because i started seeing everybody looking at me like i was an idiot.  actually that was my imagination.  no one was looking at me, who cared about this kid.  but i was still scared.  I literally jumped out of my skin when i felt a tap on my shoulder.  i dont want to turn around.  what do i say to her?  just say it.  Say get away from me freak.  just do it!  As i turn and i opened my mouth, it just stayed open and then let out a sigh.

hey chris, follow me said my drum captain, and in my opinion, the coolest senior band person in the world.  he led me through the labyrnth of hallways as we ended up in the band hall.  there is where i saw all of the band kids chillin before school started.  he said "this is where we chill. you know where it is now?"  yeah, thanks dude.  

We were interupted by the bell.

time for school he said.  

and i honestly dont remember the rest of the day.

the Girl

When i first entered high school i was awestruck by 3 things:the size of the school, the band, and the ladies.  I mean it blew my mind how beautiful the girls (now women) were, even in the band.  especially in the band.  There was an issue though.  See, mother nature decided that i wasnt going to hit my growth spurt until my junior year.  so as a freshman, i was just "the cute kid drummer"  They would look at my small frail body and on windy days, keep checking to see if i was firmly on the ground or if i was swept up in the air.  Girls would see me like a celebrity would see a dog:  get a small one because its cute and keep it as a pet.  If i was associated with a woman, it was being their friend and them going, your just soooooo cute.  So when the issue came that i liked one of the girls who thought i was cute, i felt that there was no possible way for victory.  I kept my distance, but then i think i started getting paranoid.  I started seeing signals.  hers were very subtile, like telling people to be careful when they attempted to bench press me.  Mine were, no matter how much i tried, blantenly obvious.  By day 4, 50% of the band knew that i liked this girl even though i didnt tell anybody.  by day 5, everybody except she knew.  One day, one of our biggest bass drummers comes up to me and tells me he wants to talk to me after practice.  alright i said, he probably wants money for the drumline t-shirts is what i said.  During the break i go over and talk to him.  "Whats up".  he is like, "your doing it tonight"  "doing what"  Your asking her out"  "no, i dont want to.  she doesnt even like me"  "bull shit.  she likes you, and your doing it after the game"  "I dont feel like it"  "Hey, grow a pair, and do it or i will..."the next part is so explicit, i dont think i can say it in text.  so i agreed, and walked away contiplating what he said.  i groaned and cover my manhood as i walked away.

During the game, josh (the bass drummer)  told me to do it during 3rd quarter.(we got 3rd quarter as a break)  I saw here, looking beautiful even in the band uniform.  a million things went through my mind as i approached her.  first let me lay down a few things about this situation that made this scary:a. she was an upperclassman b.  i was a freshman. c.  this was the first time i had asked a girl out d.  she never had a boyfriend before and e. she was surrounded by her 3 very close friends.  i knew they would not leave, so i though "well its just 3 of them, i can do this in front of them.  I approached this woman, and started feeling happy even when i was just standing next to her.  "Hey kim (her name), can i talk to you?"  "sure.  whats up?"  Immediatly, with the imfamous woman ESP, one of her friends caled the women of the band.  the message was simple: he is doing it now.  withing 3 seconds, the crowd of 3 turned to 20, and i noticed that i was enclosed in a circle of upperclassman girls watching the cute freshman ask out the hot junior clarinet.  what came out of my mouth next could have been easily the most complicated asking out question ever composed.  i dont remember all of it, but it was about 100 words long.  and at the end, everyone (now up to 40) was confused along with kim.  But kim just laughed and said, are you asking me out.  "Yeah, i attempted to"  she goes "Your cute, why not."  I was on cloud 9, it was fantastic.  we lasted for only 3 months.

sad day