In keeping with the "lovey theme" that is in many of the current entries to this contest, here's mine:
The club was noisy, cigarette smoke hovered above the heads of all the fresh faces, music like madness blared and somewhere in the distance at one of
the bars, a bartender shattered a glass.
I paid my 5 marks, stuck out my inner wrist, got stamped and pushed through the crowd, thinking to myself "this would never fly in the
states....definitely a fire hazard." The faces all around me were flushed, hair sweaty, and so very young. But I was young too, so it didn't matter,
yet there was still this strange sensation as I walked up to the bar and ordered a "Jackie cola" knowing technically I was only supposed to have beer.
But no one would ever guess me for a 17 year old anyways, I was almost 18. Besides, I had never looked my age, I fell into the "so mature" category
when I was 12. The bartender handed me the whiskey without a thought and he didn't care.
So why should I care? As I waited at the bar, breathing in the smoke and summer sweat, I imagined what I'd be doing if I still lived in America. What
did American teens in the states do? Was I missing out on the god given rights of American youth? The great coming of age rites that I would never
know? I imagined for a moment that I was still in my small hometown, what would I be doing on a saturday night? I twisted in my bar chair, and sure
enough, amongst a sea of pretty faces, there was the prettiest one of all. I flew from my seat, squeezed between some very surly metal heads and flung
my arms around my partner in crime.
Suzanna had this hair, like spun honey and the warmest chocolate eyes so deep you wanted to just forget the world and fall into them. When we were
together the two of us were invincible. We glowed like the sun and moon, I was her spice, she was my sugar. An angel and devil if you ever saw it, and
on those nights that run down music club might of well have been the most glamorous club in Berlin. We swept through the club arm in arm, laughing and
tripping and catching each other, sometimes going off on our own to get another drink, or chat with a few other american friends, but most of all we
danced. By the end of our night we were just as sweaty and red faced as everyone else. "what's up with Germans not using AC?"
Suzanna turned to me and said " I have to go find Chris, he isn't in the front bar"
We were already half way out of the club, squeezed in a tight corridor, carried in the wave of kids drunken, trying to escape the heat of the club. I
looked at Suzanna and knew it was no use, she wouldn't leave the club without him.
"you go back in, check the main floor, I'll go out, check in front, meet me at the rock" I said. All I saw of her was that honey hair melting into the
crowd, like liquid gold.
By the time I got out front, most of the kids were either heading off to the parking lot or hailing taxis. I walked along the sidewalk, hearing words
that I did not understand. My German sucked. The sidewalk was littered with broken beer bottles, crushed cigarette packs, and a random jacket someone
had left in their intoxicated stupor. I walked looking past all the unknown faces, hoping to see Chris's, or at least hoping to hear someone speaking
English, but no dice. Chris was not out front. Maybe in the parking lot? I went out back behind the building. It was so dark and most of the cars had
left, I thought for sure I'd spy his beat up obviously US spec jeep, but even it was not there. Had Chris left the club earlier and not said good bye?
"no way, he'd tell Suzanna."
I came around the other side of the building and headed for the rock. I was sure Suzanna would be waiting there for me with Chris drapped around her
shoulders. But she wasn't there. I turned and realized it must have been 2am, the doors to the club were shut and the last wave of kids were crowding
the sidewalk, yelling, singing, dancing and sure enough, still very much drinking. The party was now officially outside.
I got nervous, kinda unusual for me. I never felt out of place at the club, never was self conscious about being one of the few "American girls" but
that night was different, something was in the air, and Suzanna had been separated from me longer than usual. I scanned the remaining crowd, my head
pulsing and spinning from too much alcohol and dancing...dehydration was a old friend but it was worse than usual in the unusual hot night air. There
were people surrounding the rock, making it hard for me to see far into the crowd.
I did something that I would have normally never done. My typical rule while at the club was to not stick out like a sore thumb amongst the Germans,
but that night I pulled up my dark red dress and latched onto the side of the rock, shoved myself up, and pushed my 4 inch heels into the side of it.
Before I knew it, I was standing on top of the very large rock. And everything was so much better, the air was clear and pure, the smell of beer,
vomit and sweat was gone and I could see both sides of the street, the taxi lane and the left side of the building where the parking lot exit was. I
calmed down and knew any moment I'd see Suzanna and Chris.
But instead, I heard a voice. A strange voice. I turned in the direction of it, and looked down at a boy. Was he talking to me? Wait...he was talking
in English. I don't know this kid...what the....?
I looked him straight in the eye and for a moment only silence was between us, and all around me the faces dissolved and faded into the night. It was
just me and him, starring as though we were the last two people on earth. A terrible sense of wonder washed over me as this boy said quite clearly in
perfect English "what are you doing up there?" and my insanely clever response was "trying to be taller." Yep, that was the best I could do...not one
of my finer moments. I still blame the heat and dehydration to this day.
"how tall are you?"
And without a moment of hesitation I jumped, heels and all and landed soundly right in front of him. And I never once took my eyes off him. I couldn't
at that point, because I had never seen a boy as beautiful as him. Suzannas hair was spun honey, but his was winter wheat, smooth and thick. I
refocused my eyes on his mouth and saw this smile a mile wide forming on his ruddy lips.
"oh, you are not so tall!"
he was staring at my four inch heels with amusement in his sky blue eyes.
He was laughing now. Perplexed and slightly disorientated still from it all, I cocked my head, gave him a sideways stare and said,
"how do you know me, how do you know I speak English?"
The smile turned into a grin.
"I am Chris's friend, Johannes. We had left to go get more beer at the gas station before it closed for the night. It took longer than we thought. We
got back to the club, but it was very crowded and so Chris went to go find Suzanna and her friend, but I stayed out and waited."
"Then I saw you on the rock and knew you must be the friend of Suzanna. I know every girl in this club, and you were not familiar to me. I thought it
was you, am I right?" I nodded speechless. "so are you coming out with us tonight?"
edit on 21-2-2013 by Mijamija because: Subject addition