Sunday, November 18, 2007

Soap Opera Sunday: Teen Love


She was just 14, but she knew everything there was to know about love. In that way, she was a typical 14-year-old girl. He was an older boy, all of 15. He was decidedly not her type. He was quiet. He was responsible. He was not handsome or even cute. Worst of all, he was the older brother of one of her friends.

She was not his type either. She drank. She smoked. She even partook of the evil weed. She and his sister and their other young friends snuck out at night, each using a sleep-over at another’s house to fool the parents. They would run through the streets, through the creek, through the woods. They were wild children. But there was something about her that intrigued him.

He confessed his love for her one summer day. She knew the declaration would be coming. She had seen him paying her too much attention, when his typical encounters with her and her ilk had always been abrupt and angry and annoyed. She did not want him to want her. He was decidedly not her type. But she had not yet learned the basic fact of life: honesty is the only way.

So she let him believe that she had not considered him before. She let him believe that she would ponder on it. She let him believe that it was a possibility, the two of them. She let him believe that she just needed time.

He went away for a week or so, visiting far-flung relatives. He left believing she would be ready for him upon his return. He left believing that it was a possibility, the two of them. He left believing that the time away would make it happen.

A week is a very long time when you’re a 15-year-old boy or a 14-year-old girl. Upon his return, what did he find? That she had hooked up with a different 15-year-old boy, the tall, handsome older brother of a different friend of hers. His heart was broken as only a 15-year-old boy’s could be. It took a good two weeks for him to get over her and move onto the next girl, a girl more in keeping with what he needed. It took him about as long to get over her as it did for her and the tall, handsome boy to burn out.

[Here’s my first go round with Soap Opera Sunday. Am I in this story? Well, let’s just say that I was a 14-year-old girl once.]

10 comments:

Jerseygirl89 said...

Oh gosh, I would never want to be a teenager again. Thanks for reminding me of that!

Jenn in Holland said...

Oh, Brilliant Patois! Just fantastic!
It is so completely true, I love the timetabling of overcoming heartbreak and enduring relationships.
Hahahahahahaha!

Jeni said...

Tsk, tsk! You didn't really do all that now, did you? You WON'T be telling your kids that story though will you? Hmmm. There's a few stories I've shared with my kids, things I did way back when but some of mine I think are much better kept under wraps too. LOL
Isn't that just the truth though too about how easily 14-15-year-olds can flip, turn on a dime?

Alpha DogMa said...

Ah to be a fickle fourteen year old girl again.

WorksForMom said...

Oh WOW Patois. What a thrilling story. Aren't you glad that those years are behind you and you can write about it so eloquently now? I wonder if your kids read this? Or will read this? :)

Amy said...

that was great. i like the theme. oh the drama of being a teen! sometimes i wish i could go back to then but with what i know now.

Fourier Analyst said...

Welcome to SOS!! Great start! Can't wait to hear how this turns out. And yes, we were all young once, though some of us started acting "older" earlier than others...!

Kelly O said...

Best line in any Sunday post I've read: "She even partook of the evil weed."

Beck said...

Being a teenager sucked so much. I am so glad to be an adult now...

Ingrid said...

This rings so true. Thanks for sharing that.

I did not know about SOS. I just wrote something to contribute, even though it's Monday.

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