A Blushing Predicament

Posted: August 4, 2011 in #fridayflash, Short stories

She nervously bit the corner of her mouth, whilst her hands became clammy and twitchy.  They had been the best of friends since their first day at Primary School.  Now he was about to see her naked for the first time. 

*   *   * 

Beth was five when she was led into the ‘big’ classroom for the first time, by her mother’s hand.  A room filled with colourful posters, children’s drawings and the letters of the alphabet dotted above the huge pane windows.  She could remember the smell of poster paints, pencil lead and the sawdust from the small hamster cages at the back of the room.  All the other boys and girls were pairing up.  That’s when she saw him. Cameron. Cameron Tapper.

He came up to her, quite confidently for a five-year-old on their first day of school and smiled, “Would you like to be my partner?” he said as he held out his hand.

Beth nodded.

She took hold of his hand as he led her to their seats.  He had bright blue eyes and blonde spiky hair.  They remained at each others side for the whole day, his cheeky smile making her feel at ease.

The first day, mimicked the rest of their Primary school life.  Together they shared their first scraped knee; a mutual dislike of broccoli; learnt to write a whole sentence in joined-up handwriting; and remained the best of friends.

On the transition to Secondary school however, things began to change.  Physical education for example was not gender mixed, so Beth and Cameron soon found themselves having to make new friends and saving their freindship for break times and after school. 

One afternoon after school, they sat together in the local park, drinking pop and sharing strawberry liquorice laces.

“Beth, you know that girl you sit next to in Maths?” Cameron said, rather sheepishly.

“Yes. Chloe.  What about her?”

“Well I just wondered, well, do ya know, if she’s seeing anyone?”

“Erm, I don’t think so.  Why do you ask?” as she answered, she began to feel a bizarre feeling inside her stomach.

“Well, I kind of like her.  She’s dead pretty don’t you think?”

“She’s OK,” the pain in Beth’s stomach now turning into a knot of some description, tightening every second.

“She has a wicked laugh,” Cameron said smiling.

“Its annoying,” Beth said with an uncharacteristic snarl.  She almost lost her breath when she said it.  This wasn’t like her at all.  She liked Chloe.  She was going to her birthday party in a few weeks time, with all the other girls from their school tennis club.  Why had she said that?

“Oh.  I thought you liked her,” Cameron said, also taken aback by Beth’s tone.

“I do.  It’s just,” she paused “her laugh is kind of grating is all.”

As Beth sucked a red liquorice lace like it was a strand of spaghetti, Cameron looked at her with a soft and vulnerable glare. She adored him when he looked like that, quizzical and yet still with that cheeky smile he had ten years ago, when he first approached her.

“Do you think she’d go out with me?” Cameron said.

Before Beth could blink, the red lace stopped mid-slurp and she began to cough, like a paper-jammed printer.

“Christ, are you OK?” Cameron said jumping to his feet and rubbing her back.

She shook her head viciously as her eyes began to water, huge heavy tears, as if they were going to miraculously wash away the remaining lace hanging from her mouth.  She wasn’t sure whether to swallow or pull the dangling obstacle from her mouth.

“Cough it up,” Cameron said sternly, “Cough Beth!”

She coughed and spluttered, until the remaining lace and the contents of her nose lay in her skirt like an open parachute. 

She managed to catch her breath and wipe herself down.  Embarressed and in shock from her outburst.

Her throat was sore and a sharp stinging sensation remained in the corner of her eyes.  She didn’t know what disturbed her the most, the aftermath of the dreaded liquorice lace, or the fact Cameron was interested in Chloe Martinara.

She walked home as dusk began to creep over the roof tops like a cat stalking its prey.  She looked up at the sky, becoming increasingly frustrated with herself for being so childish.  He was allowed other friends.  He had loads of friends that were girls and she had some friends that were boys.  A girlfriend was no real issue, was it? The more she tried to analyse it, all she kept imagining was Cameron and Chloe together, holding hands and giggling.  She grew more frusrated with herself.

It was then that it hit her, like an early morning alarm clock waking you from a deep sleep, her eyes widened, trying to grasp at reality through a haze of confusion.  She was scared.  Scared he’d fall in love with another girl, when deep down, she loved him.

In fear of jeopardising their long and loving friendship, she did and said nothing, she couldn’t bring herself to loose what they had.

Cameron asked Chloe out the following week and soon the two of them were inseprable.  Despite Beth’s harrowing prediciment she stayed silent about her real feelings for him and instead distanced herself from him. 

When they had finished their exams, Cameron and Chloe went to the same University out of town. 

Beth hadn’t kept in touch much after that.   

Now, here she stood the butterflies in her stomach and almost speechless.  She had the same feelings she experiecned on the strawberry lace day, but mixed with added excitement of seeing his cheeky smile, her urge to be with him seemed even more intense.  She looked into those bright blue eyes, now more sparkly than ever before and irresistible.  She slid of her top to reveal her bra and naked torso. 

She knew he’d come back to town, alone, after finishing his degree.  Had they met publically she probably would’ve asked him out for a drink and told him she felt the same as she had done all those years ago and how she had wished she’d have spoken up.

However, as she stood in the Consultation room starring at her one true love, she wished she’d asked the name of the stand-in doctor for her afternoon appointment.  Maybe then she could have had someting prepared.  Something more romantic than a chest infection.

  1. ganymeder says:

    Hehe, I didn’t see the ending coming. The first love story was cute, and I liked your writing style throughout. Nicely done!

  2. henriettamaddox says:

    Nicely done. Such a lovely story. Was relieved he wasn’t her gynocologist.

    My favourite paragraph was:”The first day, mimicked the rest of their Primary school life.”

    I hope there’ll be another story where you find out how/if they get together.

  3. Nope, I didn’t see that coming at all. What a tragedy. And how.. er.. embarrassing. Ah well. She should have spoken up!

  4. And again with the emotional and evocative writing. I really felt like I could empathize with Beth–even as a guy–and you once again pulled out a surprise with the ending. Even looking for twists I don’t know where your stories will go, which really impresses me given the short space you work with.

  5. ~Tim says:

    Very cute and a nice twist. I like it.

  6. Sonia Lal says:

    I like the ending – wasn’t expecting that at all. But I guess it is a little embrassing

  7. Helen says:

    Now that’s a nice twist and you did surprise me. Well done.

  8. pegjet says:

    I can’t even imagine such a predicament! I think I would have rescheduled the appointment for another day 😉
    You pulled me in and surprised me at the end. Good job.

  9. Tim Remp says:

    Loved the story. I didn’t see the end either… wonderful work!

  10. Anne Michaud says:

    Very sweet and kinda sad – I liked it very much:)

  11. susielindau says:

    Great ending! I knew from the comment that something was coming, but it was unpredictable!
    Very fun!

  12. Anthony says:

    Ha! I love it. Nice little twisty ending.

  13. I was wondering, as I read the last two paragraphs, how in the world you’d adequately explain the two of them being together again in so few words. You did, though, and not at all the way I expected. Loved it. Suzanne

  14. Icy Sedgwick says:

    I was wondering why she didn’t say anything but then the ending wouldn’t have worked. The only thing I would say is I’ve been to the doctors for a chest infection before and you never end up topless. Unless she’s being a sly little minx!

  15. John Wiswell says:

    I’d have so much more faith in scientific medicine if I found true love at the doctor’s office!

    Minor typo in paragraph 16: “Its” where it should be “It’s.”

    Final paragraph: “starring” -> “staring”

  16. Clive Martyn says:

    Great last line 🙂

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