"Like Nathan?" Colleen smiled.
"Exactly!" Vickie said truthfully.
They all craned their necks as Carla wrote her name and number on the napkin and finished with a little heart.
"Nice touch!" Colleen giggled.
"Not too much?"
"Naw."
"Ok, you know I love ya'll but I don't need a cheering section on this one?"
"But we're all trained at that!" Janette laughed.
"Come on, girls," Vickie stood up, "See ya ourside, C."
"I'm just gonna give it to him and haul ass outta here, too!" she grinned.
The girls all filed out but not without a good gawk on the way out.
"Good thing Carly Rae Jepsen wrote a song for this kinda thing," Carla giggled to herself and she got up and went to the counter.
"Hi," the guy said a bit nervously as he went over. "Was everything alright."
"Everything was fine. Delicious. So," she smiled and looked down a bit with feigned shyness before looking up again, "I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number," she smiled as she passed him the napkin. He looked in shock but took the offered napkin. "So, call me, maybe?" She gave him a big smile as she looked into his shell-shocked eyes and turned to walk out.
"Ya did it?!" the girls greeted her outside.
"Yup!" she grinned and they all laughed then hopped and skipped to their cars.
Jeff dried himself off after stepping out of the shower. It wasn't just the bagel shop smell that he was anxious to wash off but the opportunity to masturbate after that really cute girl had gave him her number. He had thought of her constantly, Carla, since she had passed him the serviette and was starting to have some medical concerns. Those boner pill ads on TV always said that if you had an erection lasting several hours you should go to the emergency room. It was alright now though, with several million of his sperm all unfortunately swimming happily in the drain pipes as they all travelled to an unhappy ending at the city's waste treatment plant. He wrapped up in his bathrobe and went to his room when he plopped down in bed and looked at the serviette again. Even her writing looked pretty. Her name was pretty. He couldn't believe the little heart. "I'm surprised you took so long," he told his cock as his house coat started to rise.
When his second load of sperm was safely wrapped in a wad of tissue and at the bottom of his garbage bucket he got comfortable in bed and looked at the serviette again. He imagined his sperm all bumping heads together as they tried to swim out of the wad of tissue. Was this legit? Or was she dared to do it by her friends only to laugh in his face if he ever had the guts to call her. He got his acoustic guitar and picked at it a bit to try and expel some of the emotion and confusion he was feeling. He had dated a few times but this was different. Carla was as beautiful as a girl was allowed to be and still be wingless. He certainly couldn't believe that she was interested in him, but yet the serviette. With a sigh he got up and went to his desk and got a pencil and paper. Words started to flow.
The next morning Jeff read the poem again. Probably for the fiftieth time. What would she think? Would she think it corny? Stupid? His heart raced as he typed it into the messaging function of his phone and even more when he put in Carla's number. He almost chickened out but then some interior force took control of his body and before the sensible logical Jeff could intervene, he watched in almost detachment as his finger hit the send button. "Jesus, I did it!" He whispered to himself before going downstairs for breakfast.
Carla was at Western the following morning with the rest of the posse, doing their early morning coffee and huddle before classes when her phone buzzed. "Unknown number," she grinned at her friends.
"Bagel Guy?" Alyson asked.
"Don't call him that, Ally!" Carla laughed.
"Is it him?" Vickie asked as they all huddled around.
"It's him!" Carla exclaimed as she read the first line of the text, "It's awful long winded," she said with some confusion as she started to read.
"It's a poem!" Janette exclaimed excitedly, she planned on applying to the faculty of English and loved poetry and literature. They all started reading.
"It's cheesy as fuck," Alyson snorted.
"It's romantic as fuck!" Carla snapped back.
"It's actually very good," Janette informed so they all deferred to her expert judgement. Carla stuck out her tongue to Alyson who grinned back. "But he doesn't think that you are real."
"What? Of course I'm fucking real!" Carla squealed and they all started laughing.
"No! Look!" Janette said when she was able. "Look at the word selection. Wisp of smoke. Fairie. Phantasm. All things that are either unreal or just a quickly passing or fading thing. The leaf in the fast flowing stream, see. He's saying that he can't believe you did what you did, that he doesn't think it's real, or really that it can't be real. Then he goes on to reference dreams. It's really very good! Can I date him if you don't wanna?"
"Of course I wanna! Say, don't y'all have class to get to?"
"Not without seeing how you reply!" Vickie chirped, "Fuck, it's another Nathan situation isn't it?"
"We're all just too damn hot for our own good!" Alyson laughed.
"Absolutely beautiful, mystery man," Carla said as she typed.
"Mystery Man?" Colleen asked confused.
"He never did give his name in the message," Janette laughed.
"Maybe we can meet for coffee today at Western and you can pinch me to see if I'm real. I can meet you at Low Beans? 10 or 2-4?"
"I never saw you type out 'you' before," Colleen remarked.
"Well if he took the time to write me a poem the least I can do is spell out a three letter words," she replied. "Say, how do I look today, anyway?" She had on tight black jeans and a crisp white dress shirt, worn out over the jeans with sleeves that you could run a dime down.
"Scorchin'," Vickie told her.
"Maybe undo another button if you meet him," Alyson suggested, "Give him a hint of those little titties."
"Alyson!" Carla's mouth dropped open before they all exploded in laughter again.
"JEFF!" his mother exclaimed as he poured orange juice into his Rice Crispies, "What are you doing!" she asked shocked.
"Shoot! Damn," he blushed, "Ahhhh, sorry, my mind was a hundred miles away."
"So what's her name?" his father laughed as Jeff went over to the sink to discard the ruined cereal. His phone buzzed on the way over.
He set down his bowl into the sink and his heart leaped as he looked. He had already coded Carla in, part of him really hoping that this impossible dream could come to pass.
"Jeff?" his father chuckled.
"Oh; Carla," he muttered as he walked out of the room, not even thinking that he had actually answered his question.
"Oh my God, it really is a girl!" his mother hissed when he had left.
"Of course it's a girl!"
Jeff read the text in continued disbelief. With shaking hands he texted that he would meet her at two as he had all morning classes. He went back into the kitchen.
"So, does Carla go to Western?" his father asked.
"What? Well, yeah," he looked at his dad curiously. "How did you know her name?"
"You just told me," his father grinned as he took a sip of his coffee. "She must be pretty to have your head all mushed up like this."
"She's pretty, alright," Jeff grumbled as he went and got a banana from the fruit bowl on the table.
"Prettier than Emily?" His mother asked. Emily was a girl from high school he had dated casually a few times and went to high school graduation with. He didn't know what base 'hand job,' was but it was the farthest he had ever got around the bases. After high school, though, they had gone their separate ways. It was the closest he ever had to a girlfriend.
"Well if you use the traditional one to ten scale, Emily was like somewhere between a six and seven. Carla is like the thousand." His father laughed and his mother even smiled a bit. "It's true," Jeff continued, actually kind of glad to get some of his feelings released even if it was his parents, "There's like a thousand really ugly women out there 'cause Carla was hogging all the good looks that day."
"Jeff that's not nice. Looks is just on the outside, it's what's on the inside that matters," his mother told him while his father laughed. "How did you two meet?" His mother tried a question.
"Gotta head off to class," he told them and took off.
Ch. 29
Dean grinned as he looked at his phone which had just buzzed.
U gonna let let me in?
"Oh yes, Baby Girl Holly," he grinned as he got off the couch, "I'll let you in if you let me in!" He first went into his bedroom to get a few condoms to stash out by the couch and then went up to let her in. His parents were gone to their room early and Brad rolled his eyes as he could hear their TV on loudly. He went to the side door and unlocked it. Holly slipped in wearing black yoga pants and a long sleeved black dry fit shirt. Her blonde hair was in braids as usual and the tight cloths displayed her youthful body. She smiled at him.
