Chapter Ten
Kelly
It was getting late and I had resigned the fact that Michael wasn't going to show up. Or if he was at the club there were just too many people and he wouldn't be able to find me.
I couldn't let it ruin the rest of my night. I wanted to dance until dawn.
But first a bathroom break.
The line for the women's bathroom was longer than a ride at Disneyland. I kept peeking over at the men's door and wondering if it would be taboo if I went in there instead. But nobody else was trying it and I was never good at doing things first. I was definitely more of a follower.
Two people away from the bathroom door but my bladder wasn't going to make it much longer. I closed my eyes and tried to dance to the music to take my mind off it. A girl behind me nudged me in the back. My eyes opened and I realized it was my turn.
I rushed through the door and found the first open stall. All of the sudden I got pee shy. There were too many people in the bathroom and all I could do was focus on the conversations they were having. I tried closing my eyes and humming to help but nothing worked.
Muffled cries came from the stall next to me. They were more like full-on sobbing. “Are you all right?” I asked.
“What?” the voice returned.
“I was just asking if you were all right.”
I could hear her wipe at her nose with toilet paper. “I'm crying in the bathroom of a club. I think this has got to be a new low point for me.”
My bladder was put on hold. “Do you want to talk about it?”
The woman hesitated. “With a stranger? Anyways I don't think you'll want to hear about my problems.”
She was completely right. I had no idea why I was being so friendly. “It will keep my mind off my own problems. My name's Kelly.”
Silence and then sniffles. “Nikki,” she replied.
“So what's going on?”
“Boyfriend troubles. We both came here tonight and he left without me.”
I shifted on the toilet to keep my legs from falling asleep. “With another girl?”
Nikki threw some crumpled up toilet paper on the ground and it rolled to my stall. “No nothing as terrible as that. We just fight constantly. And over stupid shit.”
“What were you fighting about tonight?”
“I don't even remember,” Nikki replied. “But it was bad enough for him to leave the club.”
“Do you love him?” I asked
“What?” She didn't know how to respond to my question.
“Do you love him,” I repeated.
“Well I'm not sure. We've been together for three months and neither one of us has said it yet.” There was a pause for a moment. “Yeah I guess I do love him.”
“Then it's simple. Go after him and tell him how you feel. Everything else will fall into place.”
Nikki stopped sobbing. The toilet next to me flushed. “You're right. I'm going to go tell him how I feel. Thank you, Kelly.”
“No problem. Good luck out there.”
Nikki left and I was able to finally go to the bathroom.
I went to to sink and noticed my mascara was all over the place. I took out my makeup from my purse and started the repair work. The bathroom door burst open.
Michael stood there.
I didn't know how to react. Then Fiona came running at me. It took me awhile to calm her down but in the end she left me alone with Michael.
Michael closed the door behind him. “I was looking for you tonight,” he said.
“You found me.” There was nowhere to run now. Michael made a step towards me. My body moved backwards without me knowing until I hit the wall.
Michael moved within a foot of me. I could smell his manly cologne oozing off his skin. He stared into my eyes and didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His hand pushed away the hair covering my face.
“Words can't describe how beautiful you are.”
My face flushed and I almost melted into a puddle right in front of him. Michael slipped an arm behind my back and pulled me to him.
Our faces were inches away from each other. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. His mouth met mine and my body swelled with pleasure.
Michael held me closer, his lips lightly touching mine. I didn't want the kiss to end. But he pulled away.
I took in a sharp breath. Michael ran his index finger along my bottom lip. If he wanted to take me in the bathroom, I'd let him.
He pulled his finger away. “Do you want to go back to my place?”
I stood there on my tippy toes and I wasn't a willing participant anymore. I would obey his every word. All I could do was nod yes over and again.