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Saturday, September 27, 1997
My head is throbbing.
I can feel sunlight on my eyelids.
Where am I? Try to open my eyes, but my eyes are dry and its hard to
open. I must still have my contacts in.
What happened? I try to remember. The memories are coming back. The
party. I was making out with a cheerleader. I was playing beer pong. I
punched Amber in the face.
I smiled at that last memory. My head is still throbbing though.
I managed to open my eyes. They're so dry. Yup. Contacts are still in.
I'm in my bedroom. The sun is streaming through the windows. How did I
get home? I don't remember much after being on the porch of that house.
Ron took me home?
Oh no. The embarrassment hit me. I made a complete fool of myself last
night. Maybe if I just stay here in bed for the next week everything will
be fine.
I'm starting to get uncomfortable. My head is still throbbing. The sun is
shining down on my comforter and it's getting hot under these covers. I
pulled the covers off of me. I was still in the dress from last night. I
sit up of the bed.... oh no too fast. I fell back down.
The ceiling was spinning. My head hurt more.
Just then my stomach turned. Oh God.
I pulled myself out of bed ran across the room through the hall way and
into the bathroom falling to my knees in front of the toilet. I made it
in time to vomit.
Just then I noticed someone behind me. My hair was pulled back. "Just let
it out," my mom said. I vomited some more.
This sucks. This can't be happening. Hold it together Chris.
After a minute, I said, "I'm good. Thanks."
Mom let go of me and left the bathroom.
I stood up and held onto the sink. I washed my face, spitting the
remaining bile out of my mouth. I fumbled for my contacts case and
solution. I pulled my contacts out of my eyes. My eyes were so dry it
felt like I was ripping them out with sandpaper. I washed the smeared
makeup off my face. I found a hair-tie and put my hair in a pony-tail.
I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. I pulled out the first t-shirt
from the closet I could grab. I grabbed the first shorts from the drawer.
I pulled off Julie's dress, removed my bra and put the t-shirt and shorts
on.
I trudged out of my room and to the kitchen. I could smell food in the
air. The kitchen radio was playing. Mom, Dad, and Cindy were sitting at
the breakfast table. They were looking at me. I didn't make eye contact.
I was too embarrassed. I don't know how many of their rules I broke last
night.
I sat down and none of us said anything. My mom handed me a plate of
scrambled eggs. I looked at it. The smell made my stomach turn again.
I put my hand over my mouth and ran back to the bathroom. I vomited
again. My head was throbbing. I started to crying. This was too much. My
family likely heard my sobbing, but they let me have my space.
I don't know how much time went by. But I did become intimately familiar
with the toilet. It was an late 70's American Standard. Mint Green. The
seat was worn out where the lid would rub when down. Despite my vomit, it
was rather clean, which was a relief since I was leaning my arm on the
seat with my head in my arm.
When my stomach was empty, I stood up washed up and returned to the
kitchen. Cindy wasn't there. Mom was doing the dishes and Dad was still
reading the paper, but my plate of eggs was replaced by a two Advil
tablets and a glass of water.
I was feeling better. If only slightly. Likely my stomach was empty of...
everything. Food, water, bile, likely the stomach itself. I probably
puked that out too. I popped the Advil in my mouth and chugged the water.
I sat down at the table in silence just listening to the radio. The sound
of my dad flipping the newspaper pages.
They were waiting for me to talk first.
I put my head down. "I'm sorry."
Dad folded up the paper and Mom dried her hands and sat down with him.
They gave me their full undivided attention. I took this opportunity to
devise what I wanted to say.
"I made a huge mistake," I started. "I broke one of our rules. I
alienated some of my closest friends. I embarrassed myself. I set a poor
example for Cindy."
"What do you think your punishment should be?" Mom asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I totally get why you'd want to ground me."
"Talk to us Chris," Dad said. "What has gotten into you. Let's not even
talk about last night just yet. We know something's up. Please tell us.
We want to help."
They can't help. I can't tell them what's really going on. But I want
them to trust me. Can they trust me? After last night I don't think I can
trust myself.
"I'm trying to help a friend," I started. Vague enough, seeing as I don't
know who I'm trying to help. "Something bad is going to happen to them.
Don't ask me how I know. I'm trying to be a part of their life so I can
try to prevent that bad thing from happening."
"Drugs? Alcohol? Abuse? Something else?" Dad asked.
"I don't know" I said. I just know they need me" I too would like to
know.
"Chris" Mom said, "Why would you put that kind of burden on yourself?"
"Because only I can help them," I said. "They only trust me," I made that
last part up. But it sounded good. "Because I thought I could do it. I
thought it would be easy. It wasn't. I failed."
"How did you fail? What happened?" Dad asked.
"Nothing bad has happened yet. But look at me. I embarrassed myself. I
may have damaged my friendship with Ron. I definitely damaged my
friendship with Fay. I made an enemy out of a girl on Cindy's cheer
squad. On top of that I got careless and broke your rules. And now I'm
sure I've lost your trust"
"What are you going to do now?" Dad asked.
"Give up," I said. "I don't think I can stand ruining mine and other
peoples lives even more."
"Setting aside this party, which we don't approve of. It sounds like
didn't necessarily fail. You just had a few set backs," Dad said.
"Failure and bumps in the road are a part of life. Get up and dust
yourself off."
"If you manage to help this friend of yours," Mom added. "Were these set
backs worth it? Would you do it all over again?"
I thought about that for a moment. I was having fun up until last night.
I can't deny that I didn't have fun with Fay. I can't deny I wasn't
having fun exploring who Christina is. Was competing with Amber fun?
Maybe. My inner competitor was certainly enjoying it. I regret fighting
with Ron. I regret getting drunk.
"Most of it," I said. "I think I may have pushed myself too far too
quickly."
I saw a smile on my parents face.
"I'm sorry for breaking the rules," I said. "What's my punishment?"
My parents looked at each other and my mom said. "Let's call it you get
off for time served."
"Time served? Really?"
"You've been puking your brains out for an hour. You have damage control
to do with your friends" Dad added. "I think you may think twice about
getting shit faced in the future."
"Thank you so much!" I said smiling. I went to get up and give them a
hug, but stopped myself because I couldn't move that quick.
"Take it slow today" Mom said. "If you're up to it, you should really eat
something"
"Thanks". I said. "Oh. I'm embarrassed that I have to ask this. How did I
get home?"
"Ron and a buddy brought you home," Mom said. " They carried you up the
stairs and to your room. I tucked you in and made sure you didn't roll
out of bed. Ron apologized profusely. He took full responsibility for
you."
"It was my fault, not his. I was the one who dragged him to that party."
"We figured," Dad said. "I can tell when someone's lying to cover for
someone else."
I owe Ron one.
I looked back at my parents. I can't believe I pushed them out of my
life. It didn't occur to me until now, but they're both 40 in 1997. Only
3 years older than Tony was. Crazy. I can't imagine being a parent to two
teenagers at my age. They both seem have it figured out. I'm still
struggling. When I get home, I'll take Mom up on that offer for me to
come visit.
* * *
I wound up eating a piece of toast and a glass of orange juice. I
couldn't even look at eggs. I looked for some Gatorade in the fridge but
didn't find any. I eyed the coffee in the coffee pot. I don't know how
Chrissy's body will take to drinking coffee for the first time in its
current state. I refilled my glass of water.
I went looking for Cindy. I found her laying on her bed on the phone. I
walked into her door threshold.
"Hold on Jill, she just came into my room. Let me get the scoop and I'll
call you back," she hung up her cordless phone and looked at me. "What
happened last night?"
"Well" I said sitting on her bed slowly. "I drank too much."
"Well, duh," she said. "I had to listen to you puke for an hour. It
really ruined my appetite. What happened with Amber? I heard you decked
her."
"Yes," I added. "I think I may have accidentally bumped in to her forcing
her to spill her beer. She called me names, and slapped me. Then I laid
her on her ass."
Cindy laughed. "That's awesome."
"I kinda feel bad," I said. Cindy gave me a look. "OK, But only a little
bit"
"Rumor is that you were teaming up with Jessica or something."
"Oh that," I said. I decided that unlike Jess, I was not going to out
her. I wasn't sure if she was out of the closet anyway. "We played some
drinking game together. Amber got jealous that I was getting close with
one of her friends."
"Did you talk with Fay?"
"Yeah. We're done. That was a pipe-dream of mine."
Cindy laughed. "You have certainly been bringing the drama with you all
week."
"I know," I said. "It's exhausting!"
We both shared a laugh.
"Did Mom and Dad come down hard on you?"
I didn't want to tell her than they went easy on me. I have to set a good
example for my younger sister. "They're disappointed. They may not trust
me next time I go out."
"Oh. That sucks," she said.
"Well," I said standing up. "I need to shower. I bet I smell like skunky
beer, and vomit" And sex, but I didn't say that.
"OK," she said. "I'm going to call Jill back"
As I got to the door, I heard her say, "Tony."
I took a deep breath turned back into her room and closed the door behind
us.
"I was wondering when you'd show up again," I said.
"I wanted to see how all of this played out," the guardian angel said.
'You parents had good advice and I don't want to interrupt them or your
sisterly bonding time."
"Did you set me up to fail?" I asked. "You knew about Fay being straight,
yet you let me walk into that trap."
"Well, you haven't failed the mission yet. But yeah, we knew how that
particular side journey of yours would turn out."
"Why would you do that to me? You encouraged me to do it."
"You're right. I did encourage you to go out and find yourself. You are
doing a terrific job."
"But everything about yesterday was a complete disaster!"
"When taken in context of just yesterday, yes. Yes it did. But that was
the point."
"You wanted me to crash and burn?"
"Yes."
"Why would you do that to me? Is this just a game to you? Just send me
home! I'm more than capable of being a complete failure as Tony in 2018.
I don't feel like being a complete failure as Chrissy in 1997 anymore."
"You're not a complete failure. We've made some progress here."
"Oh? I don't see it."
"Your parents gave you some great advice. Are you going to give up this
mission?"
"No."
"Are you going to press on with more resolve?"
"Yes."
"And if you run into more setbacks. Are you going to press on?"
"I guess so. What choice do I have."
"Are you having fun?"
"Up until my letting myself get too drunk, yes"
"I'm going to ask again. If you run into more setbacks. Are you going to
press on?
"Yes."
"See. We've made progress."
"I don't get it."
"Let me make this crystal clear for you, Christina." The angel in Cindy's
body stood up and got close to me "When you were Tony, you never took any
risks. Whenever you encountered an obstacle you avoided it. When you
suffered a setback you gave up. You gave up on friendships. You gave up
on your career progression. You gave up on your family. You gave up on
your marriage."
That felt like a gut punch. But she was right.
"I think I've made my point. Let's talk later." She returned to her bed
and picked up the cordless phone. I started to walk out of the room as we
heard a loud motor outside. I turned to Cindy and she gave a confused
look as we both walked to the window and looked out.
A motorcycle pulled into our driveway. The biker removed his helmet. It
was Chase.
"Who is that?" Cindy said. "He's kinda cute."
"That's Chase," I said. "Ron's friend."
"The one he's setting you up with?"
"Yup. That's the one."
* * *
I left Cindy's room, went down the steps and outside of the house to
greet Chase.
"Chase," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"Good afternoon, Chrissy" he said.
"Wait, is it afternoon already?" I responded. Oh wow, his eyes sparkle in
the sunlight. Stop it, Chris!
"Yes. 12:05," he said looking at his watch. "I came-" he got off his
bike. "to drive you to your car."
"My car?" I said. Oh right! I left it at school. That's incredibly
generous of him.
"Sorry, Ron had to run errands with his mom so I volunteered," he added.
I sat down on our front porch and I motioned for Chase to sit. He sat
right beside me. He was more handsome than I remember from the other
night, and from what Tony remembers. I felt something in my stomach, but
it wasn't vomit this time. I sincerely think I'm attracted to him. But
not now, Chris. Put those thoughts out of your mind.
"First I want to thank you," I said. "For helping me last night. A person
you barely know."
"It was my pleasure," he said. "You're not just a stranger. You're Ron's
good friend. Beside, I've certainly had my share of times I was in
trouble and needed help from friends."
"I also want to say sorry. I was really really drunk and embarrassed
myself. I hope you don't think less of me."
"It's OK," he said. "I was a little disappointed. I was hoping to hang
out with you and get to know you better. When Ron told me you guys were
going to a party and invited me to join I was looking forward to it.
Maybe get a chance to ask you on a real date. I'm just sorry I got there
too late."
I blushed a little. Chase came to see me? The thought of going on a real
date with Chase actually made me a little giddy. I can't believe I'm
thinking these thoughts.
"What happened last night?" he inquired.
"Oh I've been having problems with this one girl at school. She first
started spreading rumors about me liking girls. At the party she caught
me with one of her girl friends then called me a lesbian and slapped me.
So I punched her back," Wait. I think I said too much there. Shit. Word-
vomit again.
"Oh, really?" he said. He was thinking. "Can I ask a selfish question?"
"Go for it," I said worried about what he's going to ask.
"Umm... are you?" he said.
I took a deep breath. "Give me a moment. I want to not trip over my words
for once." Shit Shit. Wow, I'm actually worried I ruined a potential date
with Chase. So I can't tell him I'm a lesbian. But am I? Can I tell him
I'm bi? Am I? Was Tony bi all along? That might be a question I might
need to ponder another time when this is all over. After about 5 seconds
I found the words I wanted to say. "Chase. I don't know. I'm still young.
I'm trying to figure out who I am. I'm not going to let labels get in the
way of my self exploration."
"Wow," he said. "That is a very mature answer. Are you sure you're only
in high school and not in college?" He smiled.
I smiled back. "I'm sure."
"Nice shirt, by the way," he said.
I looked down and realized I was wearing a Super Mario Brothers t-shirt.
"I have a serious hangover and wasn't really thinking straight when I got
dressed this morning" I said slightly embarrassed. After 3 days of
dressing to impress dressing down was weird.
"I like it," he said. "I mean. That was one of my favorite games. The
Mario 3 was awesome."
I looked at Chase. His smile. His chiseled jaw. I suddenly drew some
confidence from my conversation from my parents and the guardian angel. I
need to own who I am. "It's actually retro chic. In the future people are
really going to embrace the geek culture".
He chucked. "Oh you're a trend setter. I like it!"
"Let me put on a bra and we can head out." Whoa Chris. That was too much
information. I blushed as I saw Chases eyes instinctively dip down to my
chest and back up again as he knew he'd be caught. He turned red. I
giggled nervously and walked back into my house. Did I just giggle?
As I was in my room taking my t-shirt off, Cindy came in and closed the
door behind her since I was topless. "OK, dish."
"His name is Chase. He's taking me to get my car." I pulled a bra out of
my drawer and put it on.
"He's totally cute," she said.
I smiled. And then I finally verbally admitted it. "Yes, he is."
I looked down at the t-shirt in my hand. I thought to myself "Screw it.
He liked it. I'm a trend setter," I said putting it back on.
"Are you going on a date?" she asked.
"Maybe one day," I said pulling down my denim shorts. "He hasn't asked me
yet."
"Good luck!" She gave me a big smile and left my room.
I took off my black lace panties. Totally smells like sex. I thought back
to Jessica in closet. I didn't even know Jessica existed until yesterday.
And I sit next to her in English class! But her and me in the closet -
that was hot. Question is- do I want to date Jess or Chase? Am I bi? I
don't know yet.
"But you know what," I told myself out loud. "I think I'm excited to find
out."
I guess I'm postponing my shower til later. I put on a clean pair of
panties and put the denim shorts back on. I grabbed a pair of socks and a
pair of beat up sneakers I found in the back of the closet. I found my
car keys on my dresser next to my heels. Thankfully someone put them
there. I walked out of my room and down the hall. "Mom, Dad. A friend is
driving me to pick up my car! Be back soon!"
Chase was sitting on his bike. I hadn't occurred to me until he tossed a
helmet at me that he expected me to ride on that.
"Hop on," he said.
Oh Shit. "Oh no," I said. "I can't get on that thing!"
"Yeah you can. Just hold on to me."
I bit my lips. Chase is going to die in a motorcycle accident. How can I
willingly condone this and get on the bike with him?
"Chris? You look worried."
"I have never rode one. I'm not sure it's safe."
"It's not supposed to be safe. It's supposed to be fun," he said.
"But Chase," I said. "It's not worth the risk."
"Says the girl who drank until she blacked out last night," he said.
"How's your liver?" He smiled and winked.
I may have given a visible pout.
OK. At least I know when he dies. So that means he doesn't die today. I'm
not sure that's the best rationalization there is.
I caved. I put the helmet on my head. He put the helmet on his.
He held out my hand as he helped me onto the bike. "Hold on to me," he
said. I wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his heat on my chest. My
breasts were pressed up against his back. He smelled good.
"Are you wearing cologne?" I said.
"Yes," he said, "you said you liked it last night."
He's totally into me. Not sure why.
He started the bike as it roared to life. Then we sped away down the
street.
* * *
I can see why people love motorcycles. The wind in your face. Being
exposed to the open road. It was exhilarating. It doesn't mean I wasn't
shared shit-less.
We arrived at the school to my car which was the lone car in the student
parking lot. Chase helped me down from the bike.
"Thank you for the lift," I said.
"Chrissy," Chase said.
"Yeah?"
"I would like to see you again. When are you free?"
"Um," I started. "Today i'm just beat. Tomorrow I have family coming
over. I'm open Monday."
"Monday I have a gig. How about Tuesday?"
"Tuesday?" I responded. "I have nothing after band practice."
"So it's a date?" he asked. He smiled. That smile simply melts me. I hate
that I'm attracted to this guy. I feel so out of control and not myself.
"Yeah," I said. "It's a date."
"Have a great weekend Christina." He start starting his bike and driving
away.
I opened my car and leaned up against the door. I have a date with Chase.
With a guy. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm in way over my head.
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