It’s Just a Little Crush
The craggy cliffs are treacherous; the gentle bobbing of the brook nearby seems to help in calming my racing heartbeat. For there he is, standing tall and handsome; all grown-up and touted to be the next best super sleuth of the country (not mine, but nevertheless). He is just as I imagined him- fourteen. Dressed in a jersey and shorts, he turns slowly towards me as I hear his name roll from my lips…”Julian”, I sigh and run towards him, hopping from stone to stone in the brook. Splash! I lose my balance and fall into the brook…and I’m shaken from my pleasant daydream as I sit and watch the kids swim mindlessly in the indoor pool. I blush scarlet. Did I just say Julian? I look around sheepishly, hoping no one has heard me.
Growing up in an all-girls school, our tryst with boys (apart from ...