The dance was Sadies. Most of the desired men the girl had wanted to ask were already taken, so she was complaining about this unfortunate situation to a fellow friend when a stranger, a boy in her grade, made an appearance and relayed that he had not been asked.
“Sure, why not?” She had thought. She would regret that thought after that night.
She went to the boy’s house to pick him up. When she arrived, she was greeted and embraced by the boy’s entire family. They went off to enjoy their date. At dinner, they were talking when he suddenly asked about a movie she had acted in (it was a small movie production she had been in as a child). He said it was a movie he watched all the time as a kid, and he recognized her from it. The girl’s eyebrows furrowed for he was two years older than her, and the movie came out in 2012–he would have been out of his childhood years. Saying this to him, he had suddenly grown flustered and fidgety.
Finally, he blurted, “I googled you! I know-I know everything about you!”
The girl grew still and felt entirely uncomfortable.
It also turned out he had watched the movie she was in with his mom.
When they got to the actual dance, they eventually came to the most important tune to any school dance: the slow song. Reluctantly, the girl grabbed the boy for their slow dance. He was silent the entire time, staring at her. She tried to come up with conversation, but his answers were short and distant. She finally gave up. Finally, at the end of the song, he spoke.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Uh, sure.”
“You’re like a delicious… lickable… kiwi.”
And from that moment, she has never spoken to him since.
Taylor Gardner
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