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Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Under Pressure
Before you start to read this story, let me warn you. This is not a
love story. This is the story about a boy and girl who were in love. In
fact this is my story. My name is Christian, and nine months ago I met
Gloria.
Homecoming. I had been with some friends drinking punch that tasted
of Kool-aid and lake water when a girl pushed through our circle said
that she was sorry and ran out the door. My friend Derek turned to me
and asked “What’s up with her? Was she crying?” Derek’s twin, Ian,
was quick to change the subject, “I’m sure she’s fine.” He then lifted
us to raise our glasses as well. Ian continued, “To our senior year, and
the adventures that follow.” We all drank our punch as the DJ’s voice
came on the speaker. Little did we know that that toast was only the
beginning of the adventure. “Alright, boys and girls, I have one last
song for you guys so find that special person and get on the dance
floor.”
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Derek grabbed his date’s hand and left. Ian turned to me and
asked what I was going to do. I told him I was going to go to the park
behind school and wait for them. He smiled as his date dragged him
away. I stepped out the back door of the gym and made my way to the
park.
The night was silent except for the cracking of pebbles under my
dress shoes. The parking lot was wet and dark with the earlier rain. The
street lamps cast a glow on the dark wet ground and made one think if
they were not too careful they could fall into the earth, swallowed up
noticed that someone was already sitting in one. It was the girl who ran
by me earlier. Now that I was able to get a clear view of her, I see she
is rather attractive. She has light brown hair that curled down and
bounced a few inches below her shoulder. She wore a black dress that
looked like it was made for her and her alone. It had silver stitching
that wove down her body from her neck, leaving designs of flowers in
She looked up as she heard me approaching. She wiped her eyes and
tried to act as if she had not just been crying. I grabbed the swing next
to her and jumped onto it, the rusty chain cranked as it carried me and
“So, how are you feeling?” I asked. I gave her a soft smile as
“I’m fine,” she said and wiped away another tear. She was
swaying slightly back and forth on her swing. She didn’t look up at me;
she just kept staring down at the pebbles that filled the park.
“Well, that’s bull.” I kept smiling at her, waiting for her to return
the gesture whether she felt like smiling or not. She did smile. Maybe it
mood that she was desperate for anything to make her day better. It
was small, but still a smile. I took it with open arms. She looked up at
me.
“Is this how you start all your conversations when it comes to
trying to pick up girls? There was some tension in her voice. She was
still pretty upset. I stopped swinging. I turned to face her and dropped
on it, using one of the chain supports as a back rest. My foot was
propped up, and I used my knee as a hand rest while my other hand
“Not at all, just the pretty ones crying on swing sets.” She
blushed as I said this. “What is it? Hasn’t a guy ever told you that you
are pretty before?” She pushed off the ground and started to swing
slowly. The wind caught her hair and lifted it off her shoulder and neck
as I said this.
“Huh! Fine I shall tell you. The secret is,” I paused for dramatic
effect. I glanced over both my shoulders then turned back to her and
Her head rolled back, and her hair fell back with it. I could see her face
brighten up a little bit. She had a nice warm laugh, her teeth were
white and perfectly straight, and her voice was rather soothing. “Since
you
are out here alone, am I right in assuming your date is not where he is
“He’s back in there, making out with Claire Sennet,” she stated
disgust for the male population at the moment but was fine with letting
from my swing and went behind her. Grabbing her swing, I pushed her
back and forth, expecting the other person to be truthful about it. We
she asked, laughter filling her voice, her anger for her date starting to
dissipate.
“Oh, clearly Cassie and Cappie. They are made for each other.”
“Cassie and Cappie can’t go for more then two episodes without
“No way!” I defended, “Cassie and Cappie may fight but that
“So, what song was your first slow dance to?” I asked.
“I haven’t actually had one yet.” I stopped pushing her and
stopped in shock.
have you never slow danced with anyone before?” I started to laugh in
disbelief.
seemed hurt that I had mocked her. I stopped pushing her swing.
in front of her, kicked off my shoes and socks and placed them next to
her heels. I offered my hand towards her. She looked at it, then at me
smiled and nodded. She took my hand and got off the swing. I led her
off the gravel swing set to the grassy border encompassing it. I used
my other hand to fish my iPod out of my pocket. The song I picked was
“Like We Used To” by A Rocket to the Moon. I put the iPod in the front
From the intro to the first verse we dance an awkward distance apart.
pole shoved between them with the words “Make room for Jesus”
her head.
“Does he watch your favorite movies does he hold you when you
cry, does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you’ve seen it
a million times, does he sing to all your music while you dance to
coconuts and some flower I long forgot the name of. She looked up and
asked what my name was. I looked down; we were so close that our
green eyes that glowed like emeralds in the moon light. Getting over
smiled, “My name is Gloria.” She pursed her rosy red lips and looked
back down at my shoulder. We didn’t talk for the rest of the song.
When the last chorus died down we kept dancing straight into the next
song.
Upon hearing this Derek decided to chime in. “No way, it’s a Friday
night, we won our Homecoming, game and we are young! You are
nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.” I smiled and held out my hand. She
grabbed it, and we all made our way to my car and then to my house
for pizza…
I lifted my pen from the story I was writing. It was actually more
going to the east coast to some Ivy League School. I’m not jealous; in
states. She came to me last week and asked me what was going to
each other. Yesterday she sent me a text saying that she was going to
Prom, if I was ready to apologies I could meet her there, if not we were
over, a clean cut before it got any messier then it needed to be.
dance started about two hour ago, and I am at home in jeans and a t-
shirt I got at Target. I like the shirt; it was brown and had a bald eagle
on it. The eagle’s out spread wings form a piano and its tail had amp
didn’t believe in love any more. I became rather cynical and hateful
answered.
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“What’s up?” Where the hell are you? Why the hell is Gloria in
“It’s her fault Derek; she started all of this; she needs to
lost the fight.” Mindy, Derek’s girlfriend grabbed the phone from him.
“Christian! What is wrong with you? Don’t you see that Gloria
loves you? Why else would she be so hurt by you when she wanted to
stay together.” These words hit me hard. In the nine months we have
“Get over here right now!” I paused to think about what she had
said. “If you hesitate again you will lose her forever.”
“I’m on my way!”
“Thank G..” I shut my phone and bolted out the door. Not
bothering to put on a nice shirt tie. My parents were out at dinner, they
had dropped my car off at the shop to fix an engine problem. I checked
swing shut behind me. It had started to rain when I left. By the time I
arrived it was pouring. My clothes were soaking wet and my hair was
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just as the DJ said, “Our last song for the night is a classic slow song for
you seniors.” The song that started to play was “Under Pressure,” but
David Bowe and Queen. I scanned the room. The place was packed. I
couldn’t find
my way through, trying to find her, I had to find her. I started to yell
her name as I shoved past person after person. The song hit the end of
the second verse and the room went still. The song slowed down and
the room went dark. An aisle had formed through the mosh pit. Light
from the moon, that had seeped through the windows, fell on this isle
and lit it up with a light glow. I looked down it, and there she was.
“Gloria! I yelled. The song picked up, the two halves of the mosh
pit that had separated to form the isle collided. She was no where to
“Can we give love one more chance, why can’t we give love that
one more chance. Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give
love, give love…” Christian and Gloria started to shove their way
“Cause Love’s such an old fashioned word and love dares you to
freshman.
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Christian and Gloria were just ten feet away now, both trying
Just five feet away, there was no one else between them now.
passionate kiss. It was then that Christian knew he had nothing to fear.
Christian’s rain soaked clothes. It was then that they realized, a shiver
EL FIN!