So Freaking Close
“Paul, those girls are taking an awful long time, don’t you think?” Paul’s only response was to take another swig of his Miller Lite. Jameson nervously clinked the ice cubes in his cup. He was laying off the beer and going back to plain old Coca-Cola in the hopes that he’d sober up enough not to make a total fool of himself with Becca.
He was hoping he might get another opportunity like that one again, when he’d come so close to kissing her…
“Damn Sassy! Why did she have to go and interrupt us. We were so freaking close. So freaking close.” Again, Paul remained silent, just drinking his beer. The DJ, apparently inspired by the Dirty Dancing success, was playing yet another 1980’s film soundtrack.
I touch you once, I touch you twice
I won’t let go at any price
I need you now like I needed you then
You always said we’d still be friends someday…
Jameson noticed that Paul kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. “You all right, man? You don’t look so hot.”
“I think I know Sassy from somewhere.”