Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.
The original Girl in the library was meant as a stand alone story. The original story can be found at Girl In The Library. Due to several requests I decided to write a sequel. The sequel will pick up where the first story left and will take you a little further into what happens between Debbie and Paul. I hope you enjoy tne story.
The rest of the school week seemed to drag. I hadn’t laid eyes on Debbie since Wednesday. I asked Walter where his cousin could be found. He always just answered, “Around somewhere.” To which I would respond, “Where's somewhere?”
Friday finally came and went. I sat at home and watched the clock. My mom made dinner. In the end I didn’t go to Debbie’s house. I chickened out and stayed home.Every now and then I gazed over across the street. In my mind I had this grand plan to go play games and sweep Debbie off her feet with my charm and wit, The problem is all my charm and wit went out the window when I didn’t have my friend Walter running interference for me.
It was not like Walter talked a lot. It was just the comfortable feeling of having my friend around. When he was around I’d relax more and be myself. Walter had a way of making some sarcastic comment which would draw me back. If I went to Debbie’s house by myself nobody would be there but me. No Walter, just me alone. It would be like just having two of the Stooges. Laurel without Hardy. Well you get the idea.
Yes of course I know Debbie and her family would be there but they were strangers. I didn’t do well with strangers. In fact stranger often left me tongue tied or worse stumbling or babbling over my words.
The weekend went slowly. I stayed most of Saturday morning in my room. I fully expected Debbie to come to my front door and knock. When I opened the door she would tell me off about not coming over. Of course that never happened. So in the end I snuck out my back door and went down by the creek to Jeannie‘s house. I stayed there til dinner time then went back home.
Jeannie seemed less interesting, to be with, now for some reason. She hadn’t changed as far as I could tell. Then I realized it was me that changed. Jeannie, while I liked her a lot, was no longer the girl in my life. She was just one of the girls in my life. My thoughts turned back to Debbie.
The rest of the weekend I stayed in my house. I gazed out my window at Debbie's house from time to time. Monday was going to be difficult. How would I explain to Debbie why I didn't come over, Maybe I could just claim I was sick. Yeah, that was it, I was sick. The rest of Sunday I laid in bed, listening to music, thinking over my alibi. Monday was going to be good after all.
I made it to school on Monday and went to my first class. There sitting in the back corner was Walter and he didn’t look happy. I made my way into the room and sat down. The class, algebra, flew by. I got up from desk and went out into the hallway. Walter was there waiting for me.
“What’s your problem, man?”
“Come on Paul you know what I’m talking about. Why didn’t you go over to Debbie’s
I looked at Walter. I hated to lie to a friend but I also didn’t want to look like I chickened out. “Oh that.”
“Yeah that Paul. Why didn’t you go.”
“I didn’t feel good.”
“Yeah sure, see you in the library.” Walter turned to walk away. I could tell he didn’t believe me.
“Okay man,” I started to watch him walk away. “Wait…”
Walter turned.”I chickened out. I was afraid if I went over there I’d embarrass myself somehow...I didn’t want to look bad in front of your cousin.”
Walter laughed. “You really like her don’t you?”
“I don’t really know her well enough..well...yeah...I guess.”
Walter shook his head. He turned and walked away. “See you later in the library.”
I went to my next class and the class after that all the while my mind focused on what I would say to Debbie if I saw her. I wanted to run into her and not run into her all at the same time. Later in the day I walked into the library. I looked around for my friend Walter. He was sitting in the back of the library by himself. My heart dropped. I was hoping deep down inside she might be here. Walter waved. I walked over and stood with my back to the doorway.
“Hey man,” I said.
Walter looked up at me. “Don’t worry, she’ll be here in a moment.”
Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find the librarian glaring at me.
“Please have a seat, young man.”
“Yes, ma’am” I said, as I sat in a chair across from Walter.
He laughed until the librarian gave him a stern look. Then he stopped and looked over at me. Just as I started to open my mouth Debbie slid into the chair next to me. There she was right next to me.
“So, what did I miss?” She said.
“Oh, not much.” Said Walter. “Just Paul getting yelled at by the librarian.”
She looked at me and smiled. “You’re such a rebel.
Walter looked at me. “Yeah, be careful of him. He’s trouble.”
“Ha, ha.” I said.
Debbie laughed again. I watched her for a second but turned away. I didn’t want her to see me watching her. I was trying to play it cool. It suddenly got quiet. I looked at Walter. He was watching me. I turned to look at Debbie. She watched me like a cat watching a bird in a cage. My time had come.
“So,” She said.
Here it comes..
“Where were you on Friday night? My family and I waited for you to come over to play some games. Why’d you chicken out?”
I looked her in the eyes. I wanted to dispute the fact I chickened out but I couldn’t. Not to her.
“Yes,” I said.
“Why?” She said. “Does meeting my family scare you?”
I looked at her. I thought about what she said for a second or two. I was not afraid of her family. I was afraid of making myself look like a fool in front of her family. In the end I just said, “No.”
“Well then come over to my house and meet my parents.”
I looked at Walter.
“Hey don’t look at me.”
“Well,” Debbie said.”You coming over or not?”
I looked back at her. “When?”
“How about some night for dinner?”
“Sure, let me know when so I can tell my mother.”
“Cool, she said. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
I did end up going over to Debbie. I met her parents. I spent a lot of time there for the next two years until Debbie moved away to the big city. I‘d like to say we were more than friends but we weren’t. I fell in love with her but the feelings were not reciprocated. Debbie I can truthfully say was my first love. After my senior year I only saw Debbie one more time but it felt kind of awkward.
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