Infatuation - Part 1

Found this in Notepad from 2008, decided to post it. Perhaps I'll finally write part 2.

The subtle buzz gradually fades into distinct tones as the alarm clock slowly comes into focus. I watch as my arm, as if compelled of its own free will, silences the noise with a single stroke. Sounds begin to slowly fill my ears as I come to grasp the reality of my plight -- I'm awake. Blinking deliberately as if to ward off my consciousness, I hear the sound of falling water from the bathroom...someone's in the shower. Memories from the night before slowly fill my head as I struggle for the piece of information needed to settle my curiosity; what’s his name...

The glass, bottles, and counter tops all had the dull shimmer that is intrinsic to an environment catered towards retreating from the world. The place still had a sense of ‘newness’ as it had only been open for 3 months. I remembered thinking to myself, “bars are so 10 years ago” as I was nodded through the door. “I didn’t even get carded?!” My thought was punctuated by an audible sigh as I approached the bar. The music hung heavy in the air, loud pulsating beats seemed to be more hypnotic than enjoyable. I leaned over the bar as I prepared to shout my order to the bartender, “Smirnoff Ice Triple Black, please!”. I don’t like to start my night out with heavy drinks, plus I’ll probably be driving home alone. The bartender nodded, popped the cap, and handed me the crisp, cold bottle. I turned, scanning the layout. The dance floor dominates the center of the room with small cocktail tables scattered around its edges, 1 or 2 people occupied each, more than the number of people on the dance floor.
I closed my eyes to let the pulsating drum and bass permeate my body, the sound rushed over me like waves. My trance was disrupted by uproarious laughter coming from the pool table in the far corner. I glanced over and was captivated, a whole new trance had consumed me, as if being held in place by some force, I stared. “Who is he?”

Frivolity has never been a characteristic of mine, but there was something different about him, something alluring. I found that the inhibitions that kept me on the straight and narrow for most of my life seemed powerless in his shadow. Perhaps it’s the way his green eyes pierced my being or the way the room brightened whenever he smiled. Whatever the reason, I was drawn to him, like a moth to the flame, I could not turn away, powerless to stay the inevitable disappointment – “Hi.”…

“You’re awake…” A gentle voice resonates from the steam rising to the ceiling. The face I remember from the night before appears, only slightly different. His dirty blond hair now has thick, darker strands that reach for the top of his ears and eyebrows, but his eyes, a vibrant green, have not changed at all. Still peering with revealing intensity, he smiles. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” If I were standing, I’m sure I would have gone weak in the knees. “No.” I utter before realizing the ache in my cheeks. “I must look like a grinning fool”! I struggle against my own muscles to control my body; ultimately, a futile battle. “How did he get here?” I wonder, but just as soon as I thought the question, the memory of the night before came through clear and rich. “Sean!”
“Yeah?” He responds, looking up from his seat at the corner of the bed. I can still see little beads of water on his back as he pulls on his t-shirt. “We still on for this weekend?” He asks excitedly as he gathers up the rest of his things, which isn’t much. His baby blue polo shirt and black jeans seem a simple choice, but they managed to bring out the lighter tones in his blond hair. “Yeah, definitely!” I reply as I hurry to catch up with him as he walks out of the room. He leans his back against the front door and beckons me over. We embrace; he kisses my forehead before reaching to open the door. “I’ll call you later today, have a good one!” Before I fully realized he had left, he was already out of sight. “…Have a good one.” I call back weakly.

Walking back to my room, shirtless and barefoot, a flood of adrenaline fills my blood as my casual meander sprints to a full-fledged rampage. “Dammit! I’m late for work!!!”

- - End Part One - -