I decided to let her borrow The Soft Bulletin by The Flaming Lips. It seemed like a good choice. I'm sure she'd like it. As I entered church, I gazed around trying to find her. I took a seat, sat there for about a minute, and that's when I saw her walk in. The tight yellow shirt she was wearing accentuated her petit figure. We locked eyes and she smiled at me. At that moment, I felt insignificant. She was the most beautiful female I've ever seen, second only to my mother.
Church, as always, was slow and tedious. I felt that CD burning a hole in my pocket. When it was over, I told the family to go on without me. I stood there for five minutes, waiting patiently with butterflies in my stomach. The last time I felt butterflies in my stomach I was fifteen and the girl I liked at the time had just told me she wanted to be my girlfriend. She left me two months later and got pregnant by the next guy she hooked up with. Finally Barbara came. I stood there with the CD in my hand and she stood there with a book in her hand. She said I thought I should let you borrow something too. She handed me the book. It was Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh. She asked me if I ever read it before and I replied No even though I had when I was ten. I gave her the CD and she told me she would give it a listen as soon as she got home. We took a seat on the steps of the church and chatted away.
We sat there for about an hour. I told her that I was going to see X and The New York Dolls in two weeks and asked her if she wanted to go with me. She said she would think about it. She gave me her number and I gave her mine. We parted ways and I walked home. My family had already arrived. They had gone out to eat and they brought me their leftovers. As I sat there eating a skinless drumstick, compliments of my sister, I realized how much I'm falling for this girl. I finished my meal, went to my room, and fell asleep.