Something happened almost 2 weeks ago and I've been trying to type this story ever since. I'm not even sure where to start, so I suppose I'll start from the beginning - or at least from where I think it began. I honestly don't even know anymore...
There was a kid in our neighborhood growing up who was friends with my older brother and the other guys their age. He was always a little odd, but seemed nice enough. When I was a freshman in high school, he was a senior and showed a lot of attention to my friends and me that year. We thought it was pretty cool because he could drive and would often take us home from school or to football games on Friday nights.
My girlfriends and I hung out at our house a lot that year, and he always seemed to be there, too. He was really into film making and had a lot of equipment that he would bring over. He and the guys would make movies, and he would usually ask us to shoot some scenes, too. Being the young, naive 14 year olds that we were, we gladly participated and relished in the attention.
But then he started hanging out more and more when my friends weren't there. And he would stay really late, even after my brother went to bed. Then he would show up at times when he knew my brother wasn't there, with some lame excuse that he needed help with his homework. (Again, he was a senior and I was a freshman. Shouldn't I have been the one asking him for homework help? I digress)
Then one night I woke up from my slumber to find him in my room. Obviously it was totally inappropriate for him to be there but I was half asleep and so a little confused. I asked him what he was doing there and he came and knelt next to my bed and said:
"I have something important to ask you, and I wanted it to be special. Will you go to prom with me?"
I laughed at him and told him to get out of my room.
After that I avoided him at school, but I started to get the feeling that he had memorized my schedule. I couldn't escape him. Even when I left class a few minutes early, he just happened to be there. He finally caught up with me and asked me if I had an answer for him and I gave him the most evil, scornful look of disgust I could muster over my feelings of fear and panic, said "absolutely not" and turned to walk away.
As far as I remember, he pretty much left me alone for the rest of the school year. He graduated in June and had plans to attend UW that fall. I don't remember seeing much of him that next year, which was my sophomore year. He still lived at home but didn't really hang out with my brother anymore, much to the relief of my mum, my friends and me.
The next year, my junior year, I still hadn't heard much from him or even seen him around the neighborhood. My brother had moved to California for college, so he no longer had him as an excuse to show up at our house. Or so I thought...
Stay tuned for part 2!