Nancy

Transfering out of continuation school meant going to Oakmont, the only school left that I hadn't attended. It meant my parents had to drive me to and from every day, but when my dad saw first hand the 'kids' I'd been going to school with at Adalante he knew I didn't belong there, at least not yet.

I made friends fairly quickly at Oakmont. I saw a kid with a mohawk, introduced myself and ended up sitting at the punk table in the cafeteria. Nancy was the new kid at the table a month later. She was gorgeous and I didn't imagine for a second that I had a chance with her. She was tall with great curves and long blonde hair. She was wearing tights and a plaid skirt with a white men's dress shirt. I loved a girl in tights. When she sat next to me I struggled to play it cool though I was twitterpated instantly. That's when my friend Suzan, who had brought Nancy to the table had a brite idea.

"Hey Keith, Nancy doesn't have anyone to go to the dance with. Why don't you take her?" Suzan said as if Nancy wasn't sitting between us.

"Uh, um, I... well..." I stammered.

"I'll say yes." Nancy relieved me from having to respond. Wow. Of course, I was way too cool to go to a school dance.

"I'm not going, but I'd love to go see a movie with you." I was thinking quicker than usual and the next Friday Nancy was at my house having dinner. My mom decided to let Nancy and I sit at the kitchen bar while my dad, brother and her were at the table. When I felt Nancy's foot slide up my calf I jumped.

"What's the matter." my mom hollared from the table.

"Nothing. I just bit my lip." I looked at Nancy in shock. She didn't seem like a footsies on first date kind of girl. "I thought there was a dog in here." I told her stupidly. She laughed and continued to run her foot along the back of my leg. I was feeling about as happy as I'd ever felt.

We got to the movie and settled into our seats. I took her hand. She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Friends right?"

Friends?!? I had lots of friends, none of whom had ever played footsies with me. "What do you mean?" I asked, crushed.

She confirmed what didn't really need confirming. "You and me. We're just friends right?"

Was she asking? I couldn't just let it go. "I hope not. I mean, I'd like to be more."

"Maybe down the road." and she put her head on my shoulder. She wanted to be my fag hag! I excused myself to go to the lobby. I looked at the pop corn for a good twenty minutes before going back to my seat and trying to adopt a posture that would discourage Nancy from touching me again. My mom picked us up and I was quiet on the ride to Nancy's house. My mom knew something was wrong and she was smart enough to leave me alone on the way home. I went into my room and had a good cry. I felt like an idiot.

Unfortunately I was hooked. I hung out with Nancy every chance I got. She was at my house constantly and I was a regular at her place. Her weird Mormon family accepted me. Her brothers were all handsome, healthy, blonde and so polite it was creepy. I spent Christmas Eve with them and they let me select a movie to watch. I loved Crazy Moon staring Kiefer Sutherland. As Kiefer developed his many photos of dog poop they decided I was 'interesting'. They were frighteningly nice to me. It crossed my mind that they might've sent Nancy out to find a convert for their religion, but they never preached to me. After the movie nancy taught me how to play cassette tapes backwards in search of satanic messages. Somehow, though it all I stayed enamored of her and she always kept the hope alive that we might be a couple eventually.

I was rescued from myself when Nancy parent's moved her to a private school. Maybe it was punishment for failing to save my soul. I kept in touch with her by phone for a few months but without seeing her the spell was eventually broken.


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