One night's mistake

Mar 30, 2008 - 23:30 PM PST

Ok so I am not a writer normally but i felt like writing a short story. This story could continue and if I get a decent amount of feed back I just might do so.

One Night's Mistake

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Allen jumps from his bed, for a brief moment unsure if the dorm is on fire or if the unlikely has happened and there is an air-raid on campus. Two seconds later he looks at his new alarm clock and sees it is 7:30. With a moan he struggles to pull himself out of bed and releases his fury on the screaming clock. Grabbing his towel and shower basket he heads to the bathroom at the other end of the hall. This is his typical Monday morning.
After his shower and fruitless search for a toilet that wasn’t covered in the stale urine of last night’s drunks, he returns to his room. Looking up he sees Jeff is once again not there, probably past out partially clothed in some girls dorm room after a night of consuming untold amounts of cheap beer and hairy buffalo.
Closing the door and removing the toaster, a banned item in the dorm, he places his nutritious smore’s pop tart in slot and presses it down. Then like The Flash he dashes around the room finding his outfit for the day, intent on being fully dressed before the imitation of his most loved camping memory jumps to let him know that breakfast is ready. The toaster wins; Allen attributes this to the fact that none of his socks were matched properly. After eating his scalding hot meal he grabs his bag and heads for the door for his first class.
Walking in he scans the room for Karly, his only hope for a good Monday. Oddly she is uncharacteristically not there, seeing how she is always early to everything. She is the kind of girl that shows up twenty minutes before the previews at movies, not wanting to miss a thing. Finding two vacant seats he slumps into one and sets his bag on the other vainly hoping that she is on her way. Crushing all hope Professor Yurl walks in and begins his Monotone Three Hour American History Lecture Spectacular. Painfully Allen attempts to keep up with his notes on the lecture, but Yurl’s thick Cajun accent makes this an almost impossible task. About ten minutes in to the recitation of the Gettysburg Address, the door opens and in steps a girl wearing her pajama pants, a hoodies two sizes to big, sunglasses, and the largest cup of coffee the shop on the first floor makes. Her hair was a mess; she surely had just gotten out of bed a few minutes prior to this interruption of Lincoln’s most famous speech. She stubbles in apologizing for her tardiness and takes the seat next to Allen shoving his bag off the desk. As he is about to say something about that seat being saved, as if this girl was about to be moved, he realized this half alive girl was Karly. She looked at him and moved down her shades and asked, “Can I copy your notes later?”
“Yeah… Sure” Allen confusingly responded.
Saying this Karly then laid her head down on her books and fell asleep.
Lincoln’s assignation ended the lecture and all hope of this day being anything but miserable. Gathering his things and waking his sleeping friend, Allen left the lecture hall wanting nothing but to slam his head against the cinderblock walls of the staircase.
Walking to the café across the street with his zombie like he final asks; “What happened to you?”
“I had a bad night.” replied the hung over girl.
“Are you okay?” he continued to question.
“YES!” stating boldly as if to just end the conversation.
After ordering their lunch they sat at their usual table where they can see the whole café. Pulling out his notebook he handed it to her and noticed a tear running down her cheek from behind the darken glass that hid her flooded eyes. Grabbing a napkin he moved his chair to sit right next to her and began to wipe her tears.
“You can tell me what happened last night.”

© 2008 Aaron Kuhns