|How I Learned to Speak Spanish (or My Dream Girl) (standard:humor, 3187 words)|
|Author: Spotlight||Added: Feb 21 2001||Views/Reads: 3280/1939||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Was it destined to be true love? A bit of weirdness and my own twist on the cliche.|
How I Learned to Speak Spanish (or My Dream Girl) by Spotlight I had a loop in my bracelet once. That was my first bracelet, purple-colored, a gem here and there, but the loop was the eye-widening part. As you looked into the loop (it was where a gem had fallen out) you could see small images when it was around your wrist. Take the bracelet off, and nothing... clear air. I, of course, did not notice this for a long time, only catching a slight glimpse of light and mistaking it for the glinting of a gem. Accidents are the basis for most sciences and discoveries, this discovery being no different. A quick glance one day, when I had bruised my elbow on the corner of a door was the first instance in which i saw it. Inside, the picture was a red and green and blue swirl that I couldn't see until my eye was almost touching the purple lining of the hole. The blurry image began to focus and I saw the perfect view of a helmet-cam type movie. I continued to watch, fascinated. There was no loop in the film, the action seemed live, and constantly moving up and down at eye-level. Suddenly the camera tilted downward, and I saw the front side of the body that this camera seemed to be filming. It was a she, dressed casual, a slightly tight top around the outside of her breasts. I felt slightly voyeuristic for second, as if I shouldn't have the unsolicited view from above, but a tanned hand blocked my vision with a sports watch that read 3:32 PM. The head was again lifted and I was treated to the smooth footage of a park zooming by. I lifted my own head from my bracelet and shook my entire body as a reflex, blinking my strained eye. With a groan, I stood and stretched, grabbing a chair from my apartment's kitchen. I laid the bracelet on the table, and sat in a more comfortable position, again staring through the loop, finding the clear emptiness inside that I quickly learned came from not wearing the thing. With a quick switch, the bracelet was on my wrist again and the image of the front seat of a car came into view. There was a driver, but the camera woman was in the passenger's seat, looking out windows, looking at the female driver, playing with the glove compartment. The lips of the driver seemed to be moving... but I could not hear any sound. I leaned my ear down to loop and heard faint, but audible voices... one of the driver and apparently the camera woman, and the slightest humming of the car. The passenger's voice was distinctively louder, most likely because she was closer to the camera I had been peering through. Her voice was melodic and beautiful, no other sound I had heard before matched it, and I relaxed, even with the tenseness in my back muscles, taught in a hunched-over position. "Over there." she stated in her song-like voice, and I quickly switched to see with my eyes, her hand pointing to the right and the car slowing down in front of a billboard sign for "Cedar Crest Apartment Complex, Columbus OH". My mind acted faster than my heart as I scrambled for a pencil, eventually writing the name onto the coffee table and hunching over again. She lived in Ohio, I knew and I was glad. And also I knew she lived in Ohio which meant, I would have to travel forever to find this person. I stared into the loop again, catching her as she stooped to reach underneath a flap in the wooden kickboard side of a hallway, inside her complex. She stood again and I wrote the number "16" as she turned the key and entered. Her apartment was a one bedroom, small place, similar to mine, except covered in opposite clothing. I smiled, and moved away from the loop only to replace my eye with my nose. Within a second, I was overrun by her every smell, every pheremone, everything around her, being intoxicated by this woman's aroma. I returned to my own senses, and switched again to her eyesight. The view was black and grey for a second, followed by the normal view and a shirt tossed through the air, landing on her nearby bed. She bent forward, looking down over her thinly-veiled breasts, shucking her pants. Her head then jerked upward and shook from side to side erraticly until her white lace top, stretched and fell out of view below her. She bent and I then assumed she was fully undressed as she Click here to read the rest of this story (303 more lines)
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