Exercise 2 Flashback Story

David Colon

Creative Writing

Professor Miller

2/19/18

We met at a party a couple years ago. I saw her standing in the corner. She was just as antisocial as I was. I wanted to introduce myself, but I was comfortable in my corner. Forehead saw this I think and came over to me.

“You staring at Rachel, I see, huh Mike?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“You crazy? A girl like that? Jesus Chris you must be out of your mind.”

“Fine Mike, I’ll do it for you.”
“No, no, no, no you won’t. I’ll do it as long as you don’t.”

My hands began to sweat. I hated this part. “Hey,” I said. “I’m Mike.”

“Rachel,”

“You enjoying the party?” I asked.

“No, it’s not really my scene. I’m just here as the DD to the DDDD.”

“The what?”

“The DDDD.”

“ I heard that. But what’s a DDDD?”

“It’s a Drunk Designated Drunk Driver. When my roommates go out, their DD usually gets plastered. So they call me to come DD for them.”

“Wow, they’re kinda shitty. I mean I’m not calling them shitty people, just saying that that’s a shitty thing to do.”

She laughed. “No don’t apologize, they’re shitty.”

We sat there in silence. It was the good kind of silence.

“Mike, she turned to me, “You don’t really do this much do you?”

“Do what?”

“Talk.”

“Nope.”

Silence, the awkward kind.

“Well, neither do I. But well, here, hold on.”

She reached into her pocket, taking out a scrap paper and a pen. The two fumbled between her fingers as she began to scribble.

“Here,” she said as she handed me the scrap paper. “That’s my number. You should talk some more.”

It was like when Charlie got the golden ticket. But, then again, I wasn’t Charlie and she wasn’t Mr. Wonka, ‘cause that’d be too weird.