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Well,
I asked Becca to go to the dance and she
said she was going to meet me there. I
thought that would be cool. When I first
got there she wasn't there; but after
about twenty minutes or so I saw her. I
waited for the first "non-rap" song to ask
her to dance because she once told me that
she hates really loud music where the
singers are screaming the words and no
body can understand what they're saying.
But she said she didn't feel like
it.
I
couldn't help but feeling there was
something else going on. Right at that
moment, Wendie Benson came over and asked
me to dance. Becca said it was cool for me
to dance with Wendie if I wanted to. So I
figured, why not? Wendie is pretty cute,
in a "adorable blond" kinda way. I'm not
normally attracted to girls like that
though, but I have to admit that while I
was dancing with Wendie it felt kinda nice
until I looked across the room and there
was Becca dancing with Derek, this friend
of hers. Derek is Asian, like Becca and I
couldn't help but think that they looked
good together. Becca has this long
beautiful shiny black hair, and he has the
same kind of hair. And I started thinking
that she's probably more attracted to him
than she is to me. That's probably why she
didn't want to dance with me.
So
there I am dancing with Wendie, and she's
pressing her body close to me and I'm
thinking, "Maybe there's a certain way
that things are supposed to be. I mean
we're both white and it sure felt nice
dancing with her and Becca and Derek are
both Asian and they looked real good
together."
Wendie's
hair smelled really nice.
Later,
Becca and I really did get to dance but it
seemed like her mind was somewhere else.
The music was this sappy romantic thing
from the '70's or something. And I'm
thinking she's probably thinking about
Derek right now and how she would rather
be dancing with him. He's part of her
group, you know? They have the same
cultural tradition and that makes it easy
for them to relate to each other. I guess
my mind was somewhere else during that
slow dance too.
Becca's
father showed up before the dance was even
over. She seemed relieved to
go.
And
after she left I danced with Wendie one
more time then I went home.
Before
I fell asleep I thought about Becca and me
and I think I've decided that in this
case, trying to turn a friendship into
something else was a big mistake.
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