February Writing Challenge: Day 5

Write a Piece Inspired By Music

Modern English : Melt With You

He was my first boyfriend’s best friend.

We didn’t really know each other when I was dating his best friend, we met once at a Get Up Kids concert and followed each other on Livejournal (this was 2003 after all). He didn’t really register on my radar for the 6 months I dated his best friend, and I’m sure I barely registered on his.

When his best friend broke my heart the summer after I finished high school, he was there. I don’t know how it started, but soon we were talking for hours on MSN. Comparing stories of heartbreak, bemoaning the future and realizing how much we had in common. One afternoon we even spent a few hours together walking along Queen Street. I don’t know if either of us bought anything, but I remember sitting in Starbucks in Chapter’s listening to other people’s conversations, and being made fun of for my terrible math skills. 

It was around that time that I realized I wanted something more. I didn’t want to just be his friend, I wanted to hold his hand, I wanted to kiss him. Sometime soon after that, he confessed the same thing to me, but it was complicated: my ex being his best friend, the fact that I was leaving at the end of the summer, his self-destructive tendencies. 

Suddenly our talks became more intense. Analyzing every detail of our situation, trying to figure out what we were going to do. Then, one night, we decided to just go out and enjoy ourselves, without thinking about all the factors in our lives we couldn’t change. We drove around Mississauga, trying to find somewhere to go. As it got dark, we finally pulled into his deserted high school parking lot. We reclined our seats, turned up the radio and just let ourselves be. I remember all the songs on the radio that night were from the 80’s, but for some reason this song stuck out to us both. 

It started getting late, and he had to take me home, but as we moved our chairs back, he grabbed my hand, pulled me close and kissed me under the light of a dying street lamp. Flustered and caught off guard, I babbled incoherently as he started the car. 

Things were good for awhile, and then things quickly went bad. But I think I will forever remember that kiss as being one of the best (if not THE best) I’ve ever experienced. Any time I hear this song, I think of that night, and I’m pretty sure he does too.