gave me the shivers.
Alice Faye was my lookout.
If he was coming down the hall in our direction
she would nudge me
and I would whip my comb out of my purse
and give my curls a swipe
all the while keeping an eye on him
trying to get finished primping before he saw me.
At home at night
I wrote love poems to him
"Oh my love is like a deep deep pool
and when I see you I just drool."
and hid them in my dresser drawer
under my socks.
His sister Marissa was in my English class
so I buttered up to her
until we were friends
and one day I got what I wanted...
an invitation to her house after school!
BJ was sick in bed.
He had the grippe.
He said to me
"Oh, yeah, I remember you
You're that little preacher's kid
in ninth grade."
"Too young for me."
He was so sophisticated!
I was so impressed.
I felt there was hope
because number one
he knew who I was
and number two
I would be fifteen soon
and he was sixteen
so we would be closer in age.
His Mom got spaghetti ready for all of us
with a fruit salad
and made up a special tray for him
which she took down the hall
to his bedroom
and we heard him yell at her.
"I don't want this pigslop!"
and there was a bang
and his father got up from the table
and went down the hall
and me and Marissa followed him.
I was shocked
to see the spaghetti all over the blue wall
red strings stuck to the dresser
sauce oozing down onto the window curtain
and he was sitting up in bed
with a mean look on his face
and his Mom was backing out of the room
and his Dad said
"Now, BJ, there's no call for that."
and that was the end of my love for BJ.
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