I was at a summer camp. It was nighttime, and I was supposed to be leaving for home. Indie Boy from my Creative Writing class was there as well, and he offered to drive me. In fact, he seemed pretty adamant about driving me. I said fine, he could take me. I figured that since we were both into books and writing, we might have a pretty good conversation on the way back.
We had to walk a long way to get to his car. I started noticing that the road we were on looked a lot like a street in my neighborhood. The layout was exactly the same, but I still had the sensation that I was far away from home.
The layout changed soon after, and Indie Boy and I found ourselves on a grassy hill. At that point, things started to look like one of the commuter parking lots at my college. We had to hike up a gravel road to get to his car, which was at the top of the hill, and I lagged behind him, complaining about getting rocks in my Birkenstocks.
There were a few other people at the top of the hill as well. More literary types. Indie Boy knew them, but I didn't. As we chatted, though, I realized they were friendly and that I wanted to know them.
Indie Boy said that we had to go, so I hopped into the passenger side of his car. It was an older sports car, maybe a Camaro. He didn't drive fast at all, less than twenty miles an hour. It was completely dark and very quiet. He didn't have any music on.
Suddenly, he stopped the car in the middle of the deserted road, and pulled me over to him so that I was sitting in his lap, facing him. "Laurie," he said, "I've been meaning to tell you this. But I've been in love with you for a very long time. I think we really understand each other." And then he tried to kiss me, but I ducked away and he missed and ended up kissing the air. I didn't say anything to him. I was just sitting there in complete surprise.
