Having a Boyfriend

Sherry says, “He finally figured out I have two boobs.” She is talking about Jimmy, the boy I like. She has spent two afternoons making out with him in the backseat of his friend’s car. His friend and another girl had the front seat.

Sherry is from the city. She is visiting my friend Jeanette over spring vacation. It is March and muddy and gray. We wait for rides to wait at playgrounds for someone to bring us booze or pot. No one brings anything. Maybe cigarettes.

Jeanette and I both like Jimmy, but he opts for Sherry from out of town. I don’t really want to make out with Jimmy, though, so I am sort of relieved. I don’t have boobs. I wear a 32AAA bra that makes camoflauging lumps in my shirt. I don’t want anyone under it.

Jeanette pretends she doesn’t care and says Sherry is still her best friend. They have known each other since they were three. That means I am not Jeanette’s best friend, though we spend every weekend and afternoon together, unless we fight and take a break.

Jeanette knows people who can get us pot, or maybe vodka, though I prefer pot. So I forgive her when she hangs up the phone while I’m talking. Maybe not forgive, but I forget. Whatever.

Jeanette is hilarious when she’s stoned and I laugh and laugh.

This vacation is a bust. We wait on playgrounds in the drizzle. I don’t smoke but I smell like everyone else’s cigarettes. I crave the deep burn of dope in my lungs. Tobacco is just lame.

Jimmy looks like the picture of Romeo on my copy of Romeo and Juliet. Dark hair, smoldering eyes. Only the advanced ninth graders are reading Romeo and Juliet. In Jeanette’s class they are reading To Kill A Mockingbird. I saw the movie and had to look up rape in the dictionary. So rape is what white Southern girls accuse black guys of doing—well, back in the thirties. So we shouldn’t talk about rape. I like a black guy in tenth grade, Kenny B. He’s smooth and quiet, smiles kind of sideways. But I don’t really talk to guys, except lame ones.

I don’t think I will ever get boobs.

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4 Responses to Having a Boyfriend

  1. josna says:

    I like the way that, this time, you tell the whole story from your perspective back then rather than jumping back and forth as you have in other posts. Not that one is better than the other, just that it’s interesting to read posts of and about memory from different vantage points.
    I shouldn’t have responded to this at all today, because you’ve posted “H” while it’s still “G” day, and I haven’t even written my “G” post yet.
    But I would never cut you off the way Jeanette did!

    • Of course you wouldn’t–you are not a mean 14 year old girl! This is fiction, more or less, though drawn from life. Another way to explore memory. I am so afraid of falling behind that when I get an idea, I write it out furiously. And my typing hand is still a bit sore, so it’s making me keep the posts short and sweet!

  2. Laura Zam says:

    I think it works really well as a short story. Great job just getting something our furiously. Terrific writing.

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