Story
First Love.
You know how I love my stories right? I
love all kinds – particularly love stories (you
just made a face, didn’t you? Well, boohoo!!!). Today, I
remembered one such story I’d once been told and decided to share with you.
(Note: Slight embellishments might have been made by my overly active brain).
Enjoy! - J.
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*Sim card blocked*
"Well
isn’t that just great?"
Freya
tossed her phone on her bed and fell down right next to it with a deep sigh.
Back in the country barely 8 hours and everything was already falling apart. From her
position on the bed, she glanced at her still packed and unopened suitcases. Why
the hell had she needed three whole suitcases anyway? She was only home from
college for a month after all.
Still
dreading the unpacking process looming before her, she heard a knock on her
door. She shouted, “Come in” without looking up, expecting it to be either her
mum or sister.
It was
neither.
“So you really are back?”
“So you really are back?”
“OMG!
Jackson!”
Freya was out of bed and in her cousin’s arms in a second.
Freya was out of bed and in her cousin’s arms in a second.
“Hey
Kiddo! I thought you weren’t due back till next month?”
“Yeah I was, change of plans. What are you doing here?”
“Came to pick something up. Your mom said you were back here. Actually I could use your help getting some of the stuff out.”
"Sure!”
Freya helped her cousin move several boxes out, where she met his friend, Trevor. Turned out Jackson, who lived like a gypsy, was moving some of his stuff from Freya's house to his other cousin’s (paternal) house which was also on the same street.
“Yeah I was, change of plans. What are you doing here?”
“Came to pick something up. Your mom said you were back here. Actually I could use your help getting some of the stuff out.”
"Sure!”
Freya helped her cousin move several boxes out, where she met his friend, Trevor. Turned out Jackson, who lived like a gypsy, was moving some of his stuff from Freya's house to his other cousin’s (paternal) house which was also on the same street.
Jackson took the last box down leaving Freya behind with Trevor. A very boring and quiet Trevor, she mentally added. Jackson
returned after what felt like hours with Bruno and Gabe. Bruno was his cousin
while Gabe was a friend of the family.
Gabe instantly began flirting with Freya,
who actually told him to “calm down little boy”. This elicited a round of
hearty laughter from the group because although Gabe didn’t look it, he was 24 and
in his final year of med school while Freya was almost 19. After being on the
brunt end of their jokes and innuendos, Freya was quickly becoming impatient. Bruno and Jackson then went away to see Trevor
off which suspiciously took much longer than it should have. This gave Gabe and
Freya some time to talk. (Freya had pretended not to notice when Gabe had
practically shooed the others away).
A little while later, Freya came to one conclusion which was that
Gabe was insane; there was no other way to put it. His attitude towards her wasn’t
one of someone he had just met. Instead he talked and acted as if they’d known
each other forever. At some point he actually started throwing pistachio nuts
in her direction. And of course, she threw them right back. This led to a
'battle of the nuts' in which no one won.. and then they both laughed like loons.
Serious conversation followed and they spoke
about a range of topics… school, family, and well, life. He hadn’t yet chosen a
specialization but was leaning towards surgery. He was the youngest of
three boys and his dad had passed away when he was 9. She, in turn, told him
about college and some other stuff she never thought she would be telling a
virtual stranger. But though he was a stranger... He didn’t feel like one. That, she thought, explained the little
twinge of disappointment she felt when she saw Jackson and Bruno finally
return. Gabe asked for her number and she told him about the blocked sim card
so instead he collected her twitter handle pending.
And that was the first time…
They wouldn’t meet for weeks after. But
then they would and this time, it would be right. He would woo her and she
would fall head over heels in love with him. Flowers, candle lit dinners, walks
in the park, stolen kisses… all the trimmings. Their first kiss would be sweet
with just a hint of that fierce passion. Ah, the butterflies and the deliciousness of first love! When she got the flu, he actually went to the pharmacy and made her a "flu pack" - containing all and various cold and flu medication. He would later confess that he had grabbed any bottle that was green in colour because that was a good, healthy colour, right? :)
But summer will then end and both of
them would have to return to school.. on two different continents. At first they
would try to make it work. A dozen phone calls a day, regular messages.. But then their schedules would get busier. With tests and assessments around the
corner, planned Skype dates would be forgotten and missed and feelings will
begin to dim to simply glowing embers. Eventually, calling it quits would be better than the burnt feelings and rain checks.
Back in school, Freya would make a new friend.
And that is how I will come to know of Gabe. My friend Freya’s first love.
How did you meet your first love?
ghg Automatic curlers
ReplyDeleteI always emailed this webpage post page to all my contacts, as
if like to read it afterward my friends will too.
Hahaha oh my God Mimikins,Surayya and I just read this and we can't believe you imagined all these things!
ReplyDelete"Pistachio nuts" made me laugh so hard,such a creative mind LOL!
Just sent him the link,I'll force him to leave a comment..
Love you,xx!
I know right? :)
DeleteHehe, Thank you.. xx
I had to come back and read this again :) The feels of first love....
ReplyDeleteAnyways, thanks for recapturing the feeling!!
I would love for you to Guest Blog on my blog :)
ciao
Meera xx!!
I would be honored. Let me know when and how. :) xx
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Meera xx!!
Wow! Very nice and really creative. This story is always like incense that burns on those embers. It's a smell one can't forget. And no, she didn't need to force me to comment (OK, now you can put the gun down, no one is watching)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!! :) I'm glad she didn't have to force you.
ReplyDelete(You can return my gun now Sagz, he left a comment).
:P
J.