Michelle awoke from a foggy daze as she sat behind her favorite blonde in Spanish class that she knew as Melanie. Her best friend, Jason, had hit a vase of flowers that were sitting on the edge of the professor’s desk that she had gotten that morning from her husband for her birthday. Jason was clumsy and ran into more things than anyone she knew.
Water ran between the broken pieces of glass on the floor and the little stream of water headed Michelle’s way. She watched the water coming towards her; she forgot everything, even herself. Lost in a dream…
Again, Michelle woke up from her gaze by another student in her Spanish class, Joanie, who did not like Michelle. Without even a sorry, Joanie pushed Michelle’s body sideways, closer to the water. Michelle felt as she was falling overboard, about to drown within her thoughts of the blonde in front of her.
Michelle heard a whisper, slow, deep, and quiet from in front of her. “Hey, meet me at my locker after class.”
She looked up from the floor; the water was gone. Jason had cleaned up the mess he made, and Michelle wished he could take care of the one that was growing in her stomach but that was something only one person could calm. Michelle’s eyes gravitated to the blonde that Melanie’s lips, the room silent except for her voice.
Michelle barely heard it but knew what she said. Wanting to reach out, Michelle suffered because she felt that this passion that ached inside her was not mutual; but even so, between the day and the night, Melanie was her twilight; still dark, but a light at the end of her tunnel.
Lost in her thoughts, Michelle leaned forward staring at Melanie’s strawberry glossed lips. She could not control herself. Michelle hoped that Melanie would be there to catch her.
Michelle snapped back to reality, holding herself back. As she focused her eyes on Melanie’s intriguing smile, Michelle knew at that moment, she was falling, falling for Melanie. What was it that Melanie did to make her feel that way?
In her mind, Michelle begged for help. She was losing everything that she knew and everything that she was. Dammit, Melanie. What did you do to me?
After class, Michelle stalled. She let Melanie, Jason, and her classmates go ahead. She needed a moment to gather herself. This was not something that happened all at once, the feeling had grown over time, months. Maybe it was that moment when they hugged a little too long when she got won an award for a paper she had written. Maybe it was when Melanie helped wipe the cocoa off the front of her shirt when it spilled. Or maybe it was when they were both running for Melanie’s cell phone and bumped into each other, falling on the floor, and not getting up right away. A long loving glance? Michelle knew Melanie had to know how she felt.
Out the door, it was a straight line that led to Melanie and her locker. She paused, waiting… anticipating… Michelle wished she could next to her, to smell her perfume; there was no safety. There was only one road to take, and Michelle was going crazy inside.
Michelle heard the whisper again, it was sweet. Melanie’s voice was in her head; it was calling her. She read Lilly’s lips, “Michelle, come here.”
Michelle asked herself what it would be like if their lips were near. Could she feel Melanie’s breath just before they met?
Again, Michelle felt a moment where she was falling, falling over this girl, who had been her friend for forever and a day. What was Melanie doing to her?
Locker doors slammed shut around her. Michelle had lost herself again, she was frozen. Afraid that if she were to open her mouth that nothing would come out. In another whisper, Michelle saw Melanie say something to Jason. Nothing, Michelle heard nothing.
Michelle felt a hand on her back, the strength of Jason was pushing her toward Melanie. The push stopped once Michelle was in front of Melanie. Do not open your mouth, Michelle thought.
Melanie handed Michelle an envelope as Jason walked away. Michelle stared at it; afraid it was a letter that started with “Dear Michelle.”
Michelle handed it back to Melanie.
“No, silly, open it,” Melanie said with a smile and encouragement.
Michelle felt as if she were drowning again. She saw the water on the floor, heading toward her, as her finger glided along the edge of the envelope, tearing the top of the letter in two.
As the top opened, Michelle reached in and pulled out a card. Designed in hearts and bears and rainbows, the top of it read “Happy Valentine’s Day”.
She opened the card and saw ink swirled on the inside, forming words. Melanie smiled with a shy, almost worried look. Michelle read to herself, “I don’t know what you did, but catch me, darling. I have fallen for you. Love, Your Melanie.”
Michelle smiled, lost with words. The bell rang, but Michelle did not hear it. There was another whisper, but it was loud, strong; it traveled down her body and stung her heart.
“I love you too, Melanie,” Melanie said, helping guide Michelle to form a sentence.
Michelle’s heart was beating with Melanie’s for the same purpose, the same reason.
With a laugh, Melanie pushed Michelle down the hall. “Get going to class, we’ll talk at lunch.”
Just before Melanie got around the corner of the school hallway, Michelle hollered out. “I love you too, Melanie.”
No need for help, Michelle had fallen… and would be enjoying the crash!