Disappearing Posters

With nerves running high I trudge through the hallway in hopes of not seeing anyone to stop me. It's a high prospect, knowing someone on this floor. I happen to know a lot of people here at school. Not to be full of myself, but I get around.

Shit, that didn't sound so good, did it?

So, I finally find the door I'm looking for and glance at the decorations they've adorned the wood with. Copier paper-constructed animals, supposedly gophers, that were ritualistically distributed by our wonderful Resident Advisors. These are some real art majors here. Oh my God. Is that who I think it is?! Oh come on girls! my mind screams. A small picture of one of 'them' is taped on Amy's gopher nametag thingy. I can only shake my head in something short of disgust, disappointment and shame all rolled into one. Suppose a part of me could be pleased that it's that one guy that she likes. Who we noted the last time we saw each other that I had a full head of hair in resemblance to.

Well, one cannot simply stand out here staring at the door; I knock on the door and then shuffle my feet around, awaiting a response. None heard and again I knock. It's getting a bit impatient just standing here, stuffing my hands into my baggy jeans' pockets. Is that a scuff on my shoe? On my nice new Adidas, too. Damn that mud-snow shit that's everywhere. Bending over to wipe it away, I hear a door open. I bring my eyesight forward, but am still leaned downward when I hear her playful voice. "See something ya like?"

Quickly standing up, the top of my head connects with another part of someone else's body and I hear her harp around about some pain being horrid, or something like that. I was a little busy worrying about the pain in my skull at that moment. I finally bring my eyes to her face and see Amy dancing around, of some sort, in her room while holding her chin. Clasping a palm to the top of my head--where the pain was most inflicting--"Did I do that?"

The look on her face was priceless. Had the pain not been so bad, or the guilt of her being hurt so present, I would have laughed. "Your hard head did," she replies in a not-so-nice tone, yet her eyes sparkle a bit as I lurch forward with slumped shoulders.

Bringing a hand up towards hers to move it away, I look at her chin. A bit red, nothing too bad. Just had to rub a finger at that spot to cause her some pain. She winces quickly and so do I, feeling more guilt. "I'm sorry Amy," and even I can hear the remorse in my voice.

It seems that so can she as she turns slightly away with a small smile and grumble, "

It's okay I guess. What were you doing anyways?" finally turning to me with a normal voice and stature.

Hmm, do I just admit to how vain I seemed with wiping away lil' mud marks on my shoes? How retarded is that? I can't just admit to that. Oh, yeah, my new sneakers are a bit dirty; do you have a diaper to wipe them down with? One word: Vain!

I then glanced around quickly knowing something was missing. They were just there two weeks ago...

"The posters?"

She looks at me surprised, I think, and I bit cautious to the honest curiosity in my voice. "What?"

Looking around again and lingering the gaze at each spot I remembered each of the three posters, "Your posters? What happened to them?"

And there it is folks! Amy just blushed! Yup, I got a full-fledged blush out of her without causing physical harm or without her being a total, full on klutz. And so I applaud myself, internally of course. Otherwise, I'd be on the floor faster than you could say 'Holy Backstreet Boys.' "Well, I took them down."

I passed her in my route to sit atop her desk and lean my elbows on knees, "What did you do that for?" If I could bottle up my genuine nature, I would sell it in mass quantities at those bulk stores. I'm even beginning to believe I wanted her to have those posters up. Wait a minute...WHAT DID I JUST THINK?!

"Well, I just felt weird. Like if you keep coming by here," and she looks at me for what could be considered shyly, then continues in a normal tone, "I don't want you to have such a problem. Let alone the fact that you'd have all kinds of comments for me."

"Don't take it down on accord of me." Okay, now my mind and mouth really need to schedule a conference before holding my accountable for such stupid comments.

Casting a shy glance to the floor, with a bit of the red flush reappearing, "Well, I just hid them better," and a small chuckle escapes her lips, showing her bit of embarrassment.

"Amy," I begin with a small teasing voice before flashing her a quick smirk, "If you want your ‘Boys’ on your wall, then keep them on the wall. I don’t mind." HUH! Where the hell was my mind going with that thought?! What the hell are you thinking?! With a quick glance around me, my hand sub-consciously makes its way through my light brown hair and scratches a bit at my scalp. God, I am such a loser. She’s gonna see right through this and think I’m the biggest moron on this earth. She’s just gonna give me the weirdest look, insist I need mental help, then laugh with all her friends after she tells them what a big retard I have become. Oh, Dear God, when did I become the biggest foot-in-the-mouth accident this side of the Rocky Mountains?

Her voice, uncharacteristically soft, breaks through my thoughts, "Really?"

The hope in her tone, and facial features is much, too much for me to handle. In a small, nearly solemn, manner, "Yeah, that’s fine with me."

Save me before it’s too late!

Please!