Last Friday Night.

Tomorrow it will have been a week since She and I were in a state of awkwardness. In that short time, it has felt like an eon has gone by. So much has happened that I am not even sure of where to start. Normally at this point, i would say ‘Just start at the beginning’, this time however, it is not that simple.

She called me after she was finished work last Firday, wanted to know if I still wanted to go play some pool. Have I ever mentioned that sometimes being on the pooltable is where I feel like I belong? Of course I went. Walking over to the bar, I felt that I should not be making this walk, that I should have just said no and stayed home.  I got there before they did, She came down with two friends and her cousin, I waited patiently. One drink, two drinks, three drinks before they arrived. The pooltable was being used by someone else, I placed my coin upon the table to await my turn. Sitting with them, I could feel how strang this felt, to be so close to her and not knowing what was going on. It was not long before the three that She arrived with went outside for a smoke, leaving her and I at the table alone.
"Whats with you tonight?" She asked me, I was not sure if there was a faint trace of pain in her voice or not. When I answered I know there was a faint trace in my voice.
"Nothing. I just….I just….I just do not know what is going on. What is going on?"
"Why does this feel so awkward?"

I wished I was able to just reach out and grab an answer out of the air that was the right one. But I am unable to do that. Her friends had come back in to spare me the need to answer her question. It was decided that we wanted to go to another bar, her cousin was being hit on by some less than pleasent girls. We had left her truck at the first bar as we walked over to the next bar.

There we stayed for a little bit before her cousin and I started a game of pool only to notice that there was no cue. I told him that I would be right back, I did not say anything to the others before I left. I ran home, grabbed a cue from my house and went back. As I walked back to the table, her eyes and mine met for a moment, in that second I couls see her smile. Deep inside I felt warmth.  She snapped shut a cell phone and said there you are.

After a short time, She got up and walked out of the bar, I looked at her cousin and he must have seen the puzzled look. She was going back to get her truck. I dropped my cue and went after her. He understood why I had left I hope. I caught up to her, out of the corner of my eye I saw her grin. We talked a little, her fingers not far from mine. It was agony not to grab hold of them.

After we got back to the second bar She drove her two friends home and then her cousin and her went home. I asked her if she would come back down and talk. She said no. The walk home was a long one and a little bit sad.

A little more than half an hour later I heard a knock at my back door. It was her. She wanted to talk about us. About us and where we both stand.

There was never really a clear answer provided that night. Saturday morning when I woke up beside her, She smiled at me and said good morning. I smiled back and lightly kissed her forehead before I said good morning.

~Sometimes, life just tosses a curveball for shits and giggles.~