Hi, this is Kevin again. Hope u all enjoyed my 2 stories which I posted before.
Everyone has that "one song" that always brings them back to their youth. Even though I am only 33, the song called "The Summer Of 69" has always held memories for me due to the factor that this story takes place on a summer.
And it was the most romantic and memorable summer of my life.
Johnson was a friend of mine. He was born and raised in kerala, in the traditional keralite family lifestyle. His father was the classic military man who got stationed in Assam.
I met johnson when I was 14 years old and we have been inseparable ever since. We were close friends and did everything together. His family was my family and vice versa.
So it was hard when johnson told me the week before our college graduation that he was going to go in the military like his Father and he and his mother would be stationed at his Father's base in Assam. I felt like I was losing my best friend, and my family, and it was not the easiest thing to swallow.
johnson and I shared a mutual "going away party" (however, I wasn't leaving for college for another two months). And we both said our mutual emotional goodbyes. We really didn't say much that day, just let the day past, realizing what the next few days would bring.
The day of johnsons's departure to boot camp came and went, and life continued circling around the sun. The summer was slow and unnerving, living in a small place you have very little to entertain yourself with, and when your best friend ups and leaves, it's even more difficult to do the things you like.
I dated girls on and off that summer, yet found more pleasure in just working for a computer firm as trainee h/w support to learn more abt computers and keeping busy.
That's when things got really strange.
An year had past since johnson and his Family had departed, and I was at work place sitting and just twiddling my thumbs doing nothing. As usual, a noon time call came to the counter and it was my job to go to customer place to check the problem as none of the h/w engineers were free.
So with great "excitement" (note the sarcasm), I got in my scooter and drove off to this nameless street with a bag of tools.
I pulled up to the apartment complex, walked up the stairs and went to the assigned room number. As I knocked on the door and waited for the recipient to answer the door I just stood there doing nothing, glancing briefly at the name plate mentioned the name "nancy" on the door.
I kinda just chuckled and didn't think much of it. Suddenly someone opened the door and my mouth hit the floor.
As the door swung open I couldn't believe who was standing across from me, nancy, johnson's mother.
"kevin?!?" she exclaimed in excitement!
"Mrs. nancy! Oh my God!" I exclaimed in response!
We both laughed and embraced as though we hadn't seen each other in two lifetimes. We chuckled and did the classic hug where your upper body sways side to side in excitement and unison.
"Come in! Come in!" she said excitedly
I could only smile and walk in. "Is johnson with you? If that son of a gun didn't call me and tell me..."
She cut me off with only a slight smile "No, johnson's still in assam, with his Father. Living the military life and doing things that he was bred to do!"
I nodded politely and said "good good" and tried to continue the conversation with the best of my abilities. "Where's Mr.andrew? He still in Assam as well?"
"Yes she replied," as her smile dwindled and we both walked to the couch in the nearby living room. She continued: "Mr. Andrew and I are going through a trial separation right now, things weren't just working out..."
"Oh no," I responded concerned, these people were just close to me, it wasn't something I was expecting to happen, they always seem so happy.
"I am so sorry!" I kinda mumbled, not knowing really what to say.
"It's okay," she said taking a seat next to me on the sofa. "it was bound to happen, johnson were born from the same mold, it just didn't work me not being the classic Military Wife."
I nodded, it was awkward to hear this news, being the same age as her son I didn't know really how to respond, it was something I felt you just sat there and went "uh-huh, uh-huh" aimlessly to please the other party without putting your foot in your mouth.
"So how have you been?" she asked excitedly. "I bet you're very excited about ur first job?"
I nodded politely and told her about the job and my family. The talking went on for a while, it was the type of chat that you just have to be polite.
Our conversations continued on the same path for about an hour or two when my phone rang. It was my boss and he needed me to come back. It was back to business as usual.
She patted my hand and told me she understood, she walked me to the door and we embraced one last time.
"You need to stop by again sometime soon. We can rehash old times!" she said smiling beautifully. I nodded and responded: "Sure, tell me when and where and I'll be there."
"How about tonight? Dinner and talk? How's that sound?" Her smile was extremely soft after proposing the question. I nodded and agreed, I told her I would be back at seven with "bells on".
I returned to work, did the traditional stuff and locked up. I returned to Mrs. nancy's house washed, shaved and clean. It was like meeting old family, it was the least I could do.
When I showed up to the door, I discovered that luckily I wasn't over dressed. She was wearing a white button down shirt with a tight business skirt draping her legs.
The dinner was short, sweet and to the point. We talked about old times and drank wine and enjoyed each other's company.
As the night was coming to a close, we found ourselves on the living room couch chuckling over an old photo album filled with pictures of me and johnson. It was really sad to see those old embarrassing photos and talk about old times.
Page after page after page began to show these beautiful photos of Mrs. nancy at her best, in wedding dress, sweat suits and dresses.
"Oh yes, but that was EONS ago!" she laughed "I haven't been that good looking in years!"
"Don't say that Mrs. nancy, I think you are beautiful!", which wasn't at all a lie. At 38 years of age, Mrs. nancy stood at 5'5, no more than a 103 lbs had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and a figure that just went on for miles!
"You're sweet, but in all seriousness honey that ship sailed along time ago." She shook her head and kept flipping through the pictures, we both did, it was something unexpected and surprising, then, all of a sudden, she just lost it!
She broke down and cried right there, sobbing in tears at the pictures and repeating "oh God what've I done?" over and over again.
I draped my arms around her hold her, "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh kevin," she said between sobs "I just feel so alone, how could he leave me? How could both of them leave me!" The tears just flowed like rain drops, I only rocked her gently, I had NO CLUE as to what to do.
"It'll be okay, you are absolutely beautiful Mrs. nancy, you'll find someone else, I swear it!" she kept crying and through the tears could only say: "Oh, that's so sweet Drew honey, but I'm getting too old to do the dating thing again, I just want someone to treat me right, treat me special!".
The tears continued to roll, non stop and unabated. I held her and consoled her, telling that everything was going to be okay, and like any good "son", I kissed her on the cheek.
It wasn't suppose to be romantic or erotic, it was just a reassuring kiss to let someone know that you cared. But then it went all down hill from there. I laid back on the couch as she laid her head on my chest, she continued to cry, and I kept my arms around her, trying to calm her down. Her hand rubbed my flat stomach and she continued to sob. I kissed her forehead, and kept trying to calm her down, but no avail.
I was about to give in and leave, when it just...happened.
