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Beautifully Unforgotten

January 23, 2011
By JSkeletonRocks PLATINUM, Longmont, Colorado
JSkeletonRocks PLATINUM, Longmont, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Your mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work unless it's open."
-Frank Zappa

So there I was, at South Park Avenue. The most popular skate park in the history of skate parks in the state of New York…or least to me. Unfortunately it wasn’t ‘popular’ enough for the state to give it a name, so I made the name its location. There it sat, like grey cement gold. I watched my friends Cassie, Joel and Manton roll over the repetitive mini hills that recently had been built along the east side of the park. They were my friends, my memories…

“Cassie! Give me the milkshake!” I practically screamed as Joel and Manton squeezed me against Milkshake Heaven’s unsanitary walls. If I had that milkshake, I’d slowly begin the tilt the cup, Joel and Manton would draw back in horror to avoid the spill, and I’d still be alive without any bones broken.

“Why?” Cassie replied even when she obviously knew why.

“Because I’m about to get squashed to death by these two fruit heads!”

“Why would that bother me?” Cassie said sassily. For a minute I was blank, because I was her friend? What if she denied our friendship? Surely she wouldn’t do that…or, would she? I decided to find out.

“Because I’m your friend!” Joel and Manton pushed harder and I began to wonder whether they were actually trying to kill me. They were laughing their loud boisterous laughs that made annoyed customers leave.

“Are we? Are we really?”

“C’mon, Cass! Really?”


The thing that I should have known about Cassie was that she denied your cry for help until you were a second from despair. It was a humorous yet bitter characteristic of hers. But no matter how many times I’d cry for help and get everything but a helping hand, I knew I’d always love Cassie. She was a great friend, even when situations like these came along and showed her careless side for the whole world to see.

I continued to look down on my friends. They were having so much fun, I was only a fragment of the past, something they would one day, a soon day to come, find out…A sad realization that had just come to me. I began to search my mind for yet another good memory.

“You know you’re not going to do it. It’s not something you would do. Or…is it, Jackson? Is it? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I know I wouldn’t, but everyone has their unexpected side. People do things that others would never expect them to do. It’s what makes people so interesting.” Joel was staring me right in the eyes, our faces inches apart. His breath smelled of wintergreen, a smell that whenever I came across, automatically rang up as ‘Joel’ in my head. He smelled like wintergreen, everything about him described wintergreen; his love of the color green only enhanced my mental image of him as a pine tree. His eyes were a light blue that went well with his blonde hair. Even though his blue eyes seemed to take away from his wintergreen-ness, it didn’t, I imagined, ‘Blue Spruce.’ It was still a pine tree, just blue and…weird.

“I’ll do it.” I said, Joel was right, the unexpected was to be somewhat expected and it was what made people interesting. A handsome grin spread across his face.

“I knew you’d do it…somehow. I just did, go up there! It’ll be something to remember! A great story to tell your future grandkids when you’re 60 or something! Have fun!”

“I…will,” I replied. Joel cackled loudly.

“I know, right! If it’s at all possible to have fun!” The large crowd that had gathered seemed to have suddenly doubled.

“Any volunteers? We only need two more!” Mitch Clarker called out to the audience. People walking past Times Square stopped to watch, I knew I would. I ran up to the front of the crowd and jumped onto the yellow and black stage.

“I will.”

“Great! We got us a volunteer! We really needed it, kid! Only one more!” Mitch Clarker led me to one of the seats at the table. On my plate were squirming pink earth worms. He tied a plastic bib around my neck. Within seconds a girl with thick pig tails tied with fuzzy scrunchies jumped onto the stage.

“Another! Well, then, our party’s set!” The girl joined me and the other two nervous citizens at the table.

“First, give us your age, and then when the gun’s fired, we’ll begin!” Mitch Clarker quickly handed the girl the microphone.

“I’m 11,” she said with surprising confidence, then she passed it onto me, the handle was moist.

“Um, I’m 15,” I calmly said passing the microphone on. The other two were 17 and 21. We were all relatively young.

“What a crazy young bunch! On your marks, get set, go!” The gun fired and I shoved my first forkful of worms into my mouth.

The crunchy texture of those innocent worms would be held in my memory bank forever sadly. At South Park Avenue, I watched my friends sit down at the gazebo, our gazebo. We’d sit under there for hours talking and munching on our ‘flamin’ hot’ Chester’s Hot Fries. They weren’t spicy at all, just pure deliciousness. I watched Manton take out the big bag and place on the table. Everyone started to instantly grab some and stuff their faces. I wanted to be with them so badly, I watched Manton eat his, he ate his one by one, the rest of us would eat them two by two or sometimes three by three! Manton…his name brought back a memory of mine. A very odd one. One that uncovered a secret of his. A big secret.

Joel and I were watching a football game. The New York Giants versus the Philadelphia Eagles, I was sure that the New York Giants would win! We were ahead by 21 points! With only 13 seconds left to the game, it was impossible for them to lose. Joel and I had made a bet, if the Eagles won, I’d have to kiss Manton, if the Eagles won, Joel would have to kiss Cassie. With the way the game was looking, it looked as though Joel would have to plant a big one on Cassie! The game was looking so great so that I knew I wouldn’t have to kiss Manton, how very weird that would be!

Within 13 seconds, my world and my future flipped. The New York Giants lost! Matt was ordered not to kick the ball towards the Eagle’s return man, and guess what, he kicked it straight to him! The Eagles had won… A terribly tragic moment for me.

“Oh my God! That’s amazing!” Joel turned toward me and gave me a smug look.

“Jackson…this should be good, real good. Manton’s over there! Wow, I can’t believe that happened! I thought for sure that I’d have to kiss Cassie with the way the game was going!” Joel hugged himself in amazement.

“Well, Jackson. I’m terrible sorry, but a bet’s a bet!” With a groan I stood up. Manton was at the kitchen table reading the book “Samurai Garden,” we had to read it for school and he was currently behind. As much as I didn’t want to do it, I was a heavy better. I got terribly mad when someone didn’t do what they were betted to do when they lost. So I, not wanting to be a hypocrite, sauntered over to Manton.

“Hey man,” I said taking the seat next to his.

“Hey,” he said as he glanced up at the TV screen.

“The Giants lost?! Unbelievable…who would have ever thought.”

“I know…Joel and I made a bet…I lost.” I said wanting Manton to know the reason for my soon to come actions.

“What do you have to do?”

At that moment, I leaned in, gripped Manton’s face, and kissed him. This was only the weirdest moments of my life. This, sadly, was my first kiss. His lips were soft, but I really didn’t want to think of things like that. I heard Joel break into hysterics as he watched. I’d expected Manton to push me away in disgust, but was rather met by an uncalled for action of his. He gripped my own face and kissed me back! What was he doing?! Quickly I pulled away; more curious than disgusted of what had just happened.

Manton’s large brown eyes were wide in shock. This was a face I’d never seen before, and one I’d never forget. Manton was a rather attractive guy and all of his girlfriends has been from the popular crew, but right now when I saw him, I didn’t see him as the guy that the girls loved, I saw him as the guy that kissed me back… another guy of the same gender.

“Why’d you kiss me?” Manton asked, the wild frenzied look still plastered on his face.

“I lost the bet, so I had to kiss you. Manton…why’d you…?” Manton looked away at the candle in the middle of the table. I’d just realized that Joel wasn’t there anymore. Where’d he gone?

“Jackson…this is a huge secret of mine. Please don’t tell anyone. Not even Joel or Cassie, they have big mouths and I don’t want this to get out. Jackson…I think I’m bisexual, or maybe even gay…no, probably bisexual, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m attracted to guys, sometimes girls, but mostly guys….” He was now staring very deeply into my eyes. “Will you still be my friend?”
“Oh course, Manton, I mean, it’s a shock, but why would that…corrupt our friendship?” even though I sounded like the best friend in the world with my response, inside I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. The thought would definitely take some getting used to. Was Manton attracted to me? No, I couldn’t think things like this or else our friendship would turn weird. He didn’t, he just thought that we might have had the same thing in common.

Suddenly Joel came back with Cassie.

“You should have seen it, Cass! He actually did it!”

“Wow… that’s not weird at all.” Cassie replied eyeing the two of us. Manton looked at me with a look that pleaded for his trust in me. I would not tell Joel or Cassie. If it was something meant for them to know, then eventually they would know. Just not by me. Was I being a good friend by choosing this? Too bad if I was clarified as a bad friend in the end, I wouldn’t tell. I smiled back at him, and when Joel and Cassie weren’t looking, he kissed me on the cheek and smiled back.

Memories like these floated around my mind. I liked them, all of them. Each one of them were different in a wonderful way. Cassie and how her actions had a lovingly humorous sting, Joel and how he thought the world inside out and with great curiosity, and then Manton, who made me feel warm inside because I knew that he had full trust in me, a trust that only good friends could have, a trust that could never be broken.

So I watch my friends, live their lives. Even though I can never really physically be with my friends, I’ll always be with them at heart. As much as I’d want to be with them, I couldn’t possibly…with my body sinking lower and lower in the great Pacific Ocean. No one knew about my death yet. About how I’d fallen off of the cruise we were on, my family and I. I’d told my parents that I’d be back around six. It was three. No one would even start to question my whereabouts for another three hours and thirty minutes. My body will never be found. After sinking for a full three hours and thirty minutes, I’ll far from surface…and even though I’ll never walk the beautiful earth again, or skate in the most popular skate park in the whole history of New York again. It’s fine. Because I’ve shared a great many memories with others. And as long as those memories shall live, my heart and my existence shall live within them.

-Forever Yours,

The author's comments:
This is just a story I wrote one night. I wanted it to be very emotional and sweet and loving. So, I hope I achieved that and I hope you like(d) it!

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