My hands begin to wrinkle and hurt. I only have a few more dishes to wash. I haven't cleaned up my sink in a while and it was beginning to get really bad. Lit candles line around my kitchen as the Smashing Pumpkins pour through my cd player.
Have you ever noticed how when you do a simple mundane chore and during which your mind wanders? This happens to me a lot. I always find myself thinking some really insane things But today my mind wandered onto one subject: my friend Vincent. He hasn't left my head for three days.
We had been really goods friends for a while. Ten recently, I found myself getting attracted to him. Nothing serious, a little crush.. or so I thought. I never thought anything would come out of it, and I never thought he would feel the same. But some how, that one day, the way his eyes beamed at me and then his dark, soft hair fell just right over his forehead, I knew I was slowly falling.
A knock at the door shook me back to reality. I turned off the water and went to answer it. "Vincent? What are you doing here?" My greeting to him came out a little wrong because of the coincidence of me just thinking about him. He shook it off and said, "Eh, I was in the area and decided to stop by." He stepped into my house and gave me a hug before asking me what I was up to.
"Oh, just finishing dishes. Come and keep me company while I clean up." Vincent followed me to the kitchen as I stepped up to the sink. I turned the water back on and finished the last of my plates. Vincent leaned on the counter next to me and said, "I'm actually glad you were home, I have been meaning to talk to you about something." I turned off the water when the last dish was clean and dried my hands off. "Ok, let's talk."
I sensed it was serious when he looked down in silence. I approached him and lifted his chin with my fingertips. "Hey, it's ok, you can talk to me. That's what I'm here for." He smiled innocently and began. "It's just, well, these last couple of weeks, you have slowly been... driving me crazy. You've been on my mind and, well.." His voice trailed and he turned away. My stomach flip-flopped and my throat began to pinch like I was about to cry. Vincent looked back up at me and saw my face, taking it as a bad sign. "I'll just... forget it, forget what I said." He turned away and started towards the door. "Vincent, wait." He froze and turned back to me.
His eyes were filled with pain, pain I never meant to cause. I wanted to tell him everything I was feeling, everything I was thinking. But I just found myself in his arms, him holding me close. We sat down at my table and talked. We had a conversation that felt like it took place in a dream. He sat next to me, tossing the cap of a Bud Light in his left hand.
I saw the look in his eyes again. That same loom that made me realize that I loved him. He sat next to me and leaned his head on his hand, smiling. I was leaning over towards him, and had such an urge to kiss him right then. He didn't budge, I knew he wanted to kiss me too.
Then the phone rang. We both looked at each other and laughed. I answered it and it was my mother, checking up on me. After I chatted with her for a bit, Vincent stood up next to me when I hung up the receiver. I turned to see him, placing his hands on my hips. "Now, where were we?" My arms feel numb of the kiss as I pace them around his shoulders.