Monica

I picked up Eve from the bus station. I still didn't drive, so picked Eve up means I met her there and walked with her to where she had left her car. She was arriving back from visiting her brother in San Francisco.

"There's nothing here for me." she told me, crying. "Nothing."

She repeated the word nothing enough times to insure I got it. Nothing. Not even me. She announced she'd be moving to S.F. I was stupid enough to think we'd try a long distance relationship. We'd been having a long distance relationship already and she lived a few blocks from me. I considered asking her to marry me. An ex of hers beat me to it, and she actually considered the proposal. The guy was a complete tool. And millitary man. I was ready to let go.

Eve moved. She didn't say much of a goodbye, she was just gone. She somehow missed S.F. by quite a bit and landed in Nashville.

I fought so hard for so long to hang on to my relationship with her and now she was gone, and I didn't shed a tear. I felt relieved and slightly sad. Despite my resistance part of me had said goodbye to her months ago.

Arriving at home I was greet by Khrys. "Hey. You're friend moved in across the hall."

"Who?"

"The girl that was dating Roger, I don't remember her name."

Did she mean Monica? Roger dated a lot of girls, usually not for very long. I walked across the hall and peered in through the open door. Monica sat, with bleached white hair wearing loose fitting white pants and a white t-shirt. There were boxes all around her and she was flipping through photos. I just stood and stared, the scene was so beautiful. Eventualy she looked up and smiled.

"Hi. Khrys told me you moved in." I said from my side of the screen.

"Hi Keith. Come on in."

I sat on the floor next to her and we flipped through photos. She told me about each of the photos and I loved getting to know her so quickly as we zoomed back and forth through her life. We remained there until well after midnight. She was falling asleep. I headed back to my own apartment.

I went to sleep, anxious to get back up and hang out some more. Over the next few days I lived to hang out with Monica. I rushed home from work. I'd hop out of bed and knock at her door to invite her out for coffee. I saw the old crowd again as Monica was friends with Gretchen and Monique and the whole crowd I'd left behind after a blow job in a closet. I had no doubt that Monica had heard stories about me, but I wasn't worried. I was at my best when I was her. She brought out my best and I had no doubt that we liked each other.

After a couple of weeks, or maybe a couple of days that felt like a couple of weeks we were in my apartment. She was saying goodnight after we'd spent the day hanging out with Monique who was back at Monica's place waiting for her.

"You know, they all think we're a couple." she laughed.

"Do you want to be? A couple, I mean." I stared into her big eyes as she started to smile. I leaned forward and kissed her. I'd been wanting to kiss her for days and it should have been magical. It was awkward and over too fast.

Monica went back to her apartment and I lay on my couch worrying that she didn't want me to kiss her. I had to work early the next day and it drove me crazy to have to wait before I could find out what was going on with Monica. I rushed to her door after work. She still had company over.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" I asked, not wasting any time.

"Sure." We sat in the parking lot of our apartments.

"I hope last night was okay, I mean, I really like you." I started.

"I like you too."

"So, you're my girlfriend now?"

She smiled again. "Yes. And you're my boyfriend then?"

"Definitely." I was still worried about the kiss. "I know you have company, but I've been waiting all day for a chance to kiss you again." She was staring at me. I kissed her. She kissed back. It was sweet and wonderful. She had soft lips and she kissed softly. Her tongue lightly teasing along my lips. The deal was sealed, I was gone, hers, completely head over heels.

We walked back to her apartment holding hands and our friends gave up a few giggles and an "I knew it" or two.

A week later I was sitting next to my mom as she drove her van toward my new apartment.

"There's one for you." Mom pointed out a girl on the street. "Green hair, combat boots, a nose ring."

"That's Monica, the girl I was telling you about."

"Ha ha. Verry funny."

"No for real, pull over." I rolled down my window and called Monica over to introduce her to my mom. Monica was sweet and courteous, and I arranged to meet her at Java City later that night. As she walked of down the street my mom turned to me.

"Oh Keith, I'm sorry. I feel so stupid. She seems very nice."

"It's okay my mom. It's not like I didn't know she had green hair." I didn't. She had just died it. I thought it looked great on her.

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