Harvey's was a teen hangout, with a dance floor and loud music, video and pinball games.
Ed always referred to it as a training bar.
I figured Ed would turn down the offer, but instead said, "That sounds good. Sure, we'll meet you
there."
"Eddie!", I said in a shocked whisper. "Are you nuts?"
"Maybe." He started leading me back to the Suzuki. "Did you see the way those guys
looked at me?" I shook my head. "For the first time, those clowns were looking at me with
respect!"
I waited impatiently as Ed tried to unlock my door, which wasn't locked (and the top was
still down). "Eddie...I don't want to go to Harvey's. I want my $50 and I wanna go home! My
feet hurt."
Ed jumped into the driver's seat without opening the door.
"Sorry babe. But I have to go bask in my glory! That wuss Tank had just better watch his
step from now on!"
"Eddie, I'd be careful if I were you. Next time, Tank might not be drunk, tired from
dancing and trying to give someone a hickie."
"Naah! He's toast."
I was feeling pretty miserable as we drove off. I never would've thought that I'd be the
cause of two guys fighting. It was awful. This was taking much longer than planned and the
party had been a disaster. I felt some tears well up and when I wiped my eye, I saw the black
smear on my finger. I opened my purse and started digging around for a tissue and my
compact.
We drove in silence, and in a few minutes we arrived at Harvey's. From the looks of
the parking lot, ol' Harve was raking in the cash from us poor, jobless teens. The place was
packed. Ed and I stood in the entranceway for a few moments surveying the mass of pimpled
humanity. I was no longer self-conscious about how I looked and had become complacent
about being mentally undressed by all these pubescent perverts.
Someone called out, "Hey Ed!" and we turned in the direction of the pinball machines. A
group of guys gave Ed a thumbs up. You could actually see Ed's hat size increasing.
"Come on, let's dance!" Ed said as he pulled me to the dance floor. As we danced
through the crowd, people who just yesterday wouldn't even have wasted spit on Ed were
greeting him like life-long friends. Girls told me how lucky I was to have a guy like Ed. I
started to feel sorry for Tank. All this time, I'd thought he was popular.
We danced several times and during the slow dances, I was starting to feel kinda
dreamy. I had always been considered a dweeb, but now I felt intoxicated by all the
attention I was getting.
After we had finished with a dance session, Ed looked down at his watch and said, "Guess
we better get, if I'm to get you home by midnight."
"Do we have to?" I whined. "I'm having too much fun!"
Ed grinned, "And you were the one who didn't want to come. But I think we'd better go."
****
We were both silent on the way to my house. The events of the day kept playing through
my head and I kept finding it hard to believe any of it had actually happened. I just sat there
and enjoyed the summer night as the wind blew through my hair. Ed put the radio on the
classical music station. I think they were playing the Bee Gees.
Ed pulled the Suzuki to the curb in front of my house and turned off the ignition. He
looked out the windshield a moment then said, "Well, I certainly had a good time tonight."
I was looking at my hands in my lap, then looked up at Ed as I said, "Yeah, me too." Then
I looked back down at my hands.
Ed moved closer to me and in sudden horror, I thought, oh no! He's gonna kiss me!
There was a long pause, and I was shocked to find myself thinking, oh no! He's *not* gonna
kiss me! I looked up at Ed and then his lips were pressed briefly against mine. At first I thought
I was seeing stars, but as Ed pulled away, I saw that it was just a passing car. Ed smiled shyly,
looked into my eyes, then kissed me again. Longer this time.
It was a kiss like no other. There was a flood of contradictory emotions. I've
kissed girls before, but they had been nothing like this.
Ed finally pulled away, slowly, and began an intense study of the steering wheel. He
said, "Well, I guess I had better get home."
I looked at Ed for a moment, not sure what to say or do. I said, "Okay, Eddie. I really
enjoyed tonight."
"Yeah, me too."
We told each other goodnight, and I got out of the car and watched Ed drive away.
Feeling both giddy and dreamy, I walked up to our front door, opened it and went inside.
I'm not sure, but I think it was the expression on my dad more than the one on my mom
that belatedly reminded me of my plan to sneak back in through my bedroom window. My dad
sputtered a few times in a vain attempt to say something. My mom didn't even try.
It was a Maalox moment.
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