An Old Flame

Its funny how old flames still have a hold over you, is it not? I mean, I'm not the one for the whole strings attached thing, but I must say- there is a lil something that's still in there for each of the dudes I've ever loved, even though I'd rather die than admit it.

Now, some of y'all might start hating. Asking yourselves and those around you, 'but who has Her Royal Naughtiness ever loved apart from herself?' They out there somewhere- probably don't know they had a hold over me like that though.

Ahhh, but then again there is this one. Has had me for a while, I'm telling you. He's not extra-ordinary at all; not exceptionally tall, or enviously built. He don't have an accent that would make you wonder, his voice doesn't make you shiver. His touch doesn't have divine effects, his kisses ain't never been sweet. His pride is a bit over the edge, somebody who didn't know him would mistake it for arrogance. He has so many flaws in his personality, he's not much to look at either and his dress sense needs a lot of work- but that's the dude that I would have done anything for a lil while back.

See, this dude is above average when it comes to using his nut. This boy, this old flame of mine, is down right crafty. Oh, he's smart all right, was smart enough to make it past all the various walls I have protecting me from the rest of the cruel and harsh world of heart breaks and disappointments. It still beats my understanding...perhaps if I shared this here lil story with you, you would tell me?

We started out as cold enemies. Typical, ain't it? After all, he was in a higher class than me, so what did I care if he had a problem with the way I be? He was an ant in my world, even if the rest of the school thought I was a fool for refusing to impress this lil semi-god of theirs...I was too busy pursuing more sensible greater things, or so I thought. Lil did I know, the kid had it all lined up for me. He knew just what cards to play, he had the winning hand right in front of him.

I can still remember the first time we actually had a normal conversation, you know? The kind that wasn't punctuated by various insults. It happened to be one of those nights where everybody's up to no good. A couple of 5th years, my other 4th year friend in crime and I all decided to sneak off the school premises in search of more stimulating entertainment that better suited our appetites.

Upon reaching our destination of satisfaction, we all naturally scattered around the club in search of people we knew, kissing corners and new faces that enticed us. After a couple of drinks, we all merged to the dance floor, at first opting to dance in a big circle. It didn't the guys long before they snatched up various dancing partners. I got shuffled around a couple of times, and before I could notice it, I was in the sure arms of a person I had detested from the get go.

Being the polite person that I am, I decided that dancing one song with the Enemy wouldn't hurt nobody. Perhaps I'd learn something new, maybe find out the reason why so many pretty girls flocked to him like mosquitoes to a succulent piece of flesh in the Amazon...

One song turned into two. Two into three. Three into- you get the point. And so did the conversation develop. Suddenly humming the tune of a favourite track made me want to sing the lyrics out loud. I seemed to have grabbed his attention, because where it was necessary, he filled in the parts sang by the opposite sex. I don't even know where all the joy and laughter came from, but it was there, and by the end of the night, we were pretty well acquainted.

Life at school from then on took a sudden twist. I hung out more and more with this jock. Was always there for his games, ate meals with him- I became one of the boys, for Chrissake! It had its advantages, for one I was always priority when it came down to choosing girls to represent the school- and that was a hard list tto make! His activities were all known tto me, He would even come and get my advice sometimes! I knew his every move, and he mine. We became so inseperable- I was the 6th years 'Sweetheart' because of him and his crew.

Naturally, this didn't go down well with most of the girls in his class, or the rest of the school for that matter. What made me so much more better than they? After all, I was just a typical tomboy!! Evidently, this worked to his advantage, because I came round faster than the seeconds hand on a Grandfather Clock! It didn't take long before we were kissing on the low-low. I mean, we both were in pretty known relationships- but lets face the fact, neither of us was truely happy and content where we were.

It went on like this untill the Enemy graduated and left. I did miss him a lil, I wont deny that, but I had had my share of him- and unlike the rest of the birds in the school, I had lasted with him- even if it had always been a secret.

I joined him a year later, in another institute. He looked for me. He found me. It took hima while to get me where he wanted me. But he eventually did, and then its like he had in a live-in sister. Since he wasn't in a relationship, and I obviously wasn't in one either, we decided to ggive it a shot. But its kinda hard to date your 'brother' isn't it? There was no lie that either of us could tell, without the other knowing. He knew all my flaws, just as I knew all his. And so it never really worked out, not that either of us would admit though.

And so now, when I bump into this boy, I can't help but smile and ask myself 'what did you see in him?' When we're out together its like the old days, there is no beef, no hatred, no hard feelings. It was just one of those things that could never be, you know what I'm saying? And the funny thing is, I see our friendship blosseming far off into the future- I'll always be there for him, and I know I can count on him to. Because underneath all that Big Boy Talk and Brag, there is the guy that I got to know so well, this boy that I fell in love with; there is a man who has undoubtedly been able to tame my wild nature- at least for a lil while...