Once in life, everyone has their own, little perfect moment. For some, it's getting the job they've always wanted. For others, it's beating up the person they've always hated. For even more, their perfect moment comes when they find love.
I don't know about a job, or a beating, but I do know I've had my perfect moment.
I never thought, however, that my perfect moment would be in a public park, with blizzard like snow falling all around me, while my best friend's brother looked at me like I was the his water in the hottest, driest, part of desert.
It all started when I went to Alli's house for the week. My parents were out of town on a bible seminar, and they wouldn't let me stay home by myself.
I think it's odd that parents would go to a seminar a week before Christmas and leave me here, in another family's home, until Christmas Eve, but that's their problem. I'd rather be with Alli than with them.
I arrived on Friday to find that I wasn't the only visitor the Bhandari family had.
Alli opened the door for me. "Hey, Clare." She said as she stepped aside and let me in. I love the Bhandari house. It always smells like vanilla, with a hint of spice. Like cinnamon or something of that nature. It doesn't just smell nice, it feels nice. All the time, there is always something playing on the television. That something usually being a blu-ray or HD teevee.
What I love the most about this place are the people that live here. Sure, the Bhandari elders are a bit too goal driven and they insist on being modest (sometimes to a fault), but they feel more like parents to me than my parents do. They are warm and gentle, even in delicate situations. I wish they were more accepting of Sav's choice of a bride, but he broke up with Anya, so it doesn't matter now.
I place my bag on the steps going up to the bedrooms and follow Alli to the kitchen. "Umm, you have to sleep with me this time." I usually stay most of the night with Alli, and go to the guest room to sleep, seeing as how Alli only has a full sized bed.
"Alright." I didn't really care.
"Sav's umm . . . lady, is staying over winter break." Wow, that's fast. I fought the urge to laugh. It isn't very funny in itself, but it's the way Alli said it that just . . . it's so funny.
"His lady?" I smiled. Better a smile than a laugh.
"Yeah, the woman our parents are trying to make him marry is staying over winter break." Alli took a spoon from the dish washer (for some reason, they never put the dishes in the cabinets, but I kind of like it that way. You always know where something is. You don't go through that awkward 'between formal and comfortable' stage when you look for a glass to drink out of and can't find one.)
"She's pretty. I saw her in Peter's dance pictures." Peter and I have stayed on good terms since Darcy left. A driving, senior friend is good to have. The Dot, the park, even the mall was at my fingertips. The only catch is that I had to go with him, which wasn't so bad. In fact, it was kind of fun.
"Yeah, pretty bitchy. She's sweet, in front of our parents and Sav, but when where alone, she goes into bitch mode." Alli took the powdered sugar from the cabinet, and dipped her spoon into it. "I've haven't seen such a bitch since Jenna tried to make you drop your lunch." She brought it up to her mouth and gobbled it up.
Alli has a little . . . problem with powdered sugar. She always eats it. On the way to school, at home, when her mom is making her World Famous Extra-Supper-Duper Spicy Chili, it just never stops. I don't know how she keeps out of her long, black hair. Hell, I don't know how she keeps it out of my hair. (She has never succeeded in keeping my hair sugarless all the time. There's no telling how many nights that I've woken up looking like I have premature grays.)
I smile at the memory. One day, Jenna just decides to push my food into my lap, but I caught it and pushed my spaghetti on her new, white shoes. Oh, how she screeched and called me every name in the book. Who wrote that book? I bet their worth a lot of money now. I wish I had written that book. My parents would hate me, but just having me around would be of great comedic value.
"She can't be that bad."
"She can, and she is."
"Perhaps we should lock her in a closet with Jenna, and see who comes out alive." Alli laughed and ate another spoon full.
"I think Jenna would." Said a mystery voice from the stairwell. Sav Bhandari started walking down and seated himself at the table. He had a bit of a sullen look on his face, (and a five o'clock shadow) but he tried to plaster a smile on his face. "Have you seen those arms? I'm surprised she isn't at the bottom of the pyramid," he put his arms up. "Holding everyone up!" I laughed.
Sav could sure hold everyone up. He has nice biceps. I can't blame Anya for hanging on to them all the time.
He turned away and looked down at the walnut table.
"What's got you down, Big Bro?"
"I broke up with Anya." He looked as if he wanted to cry. I knew he should have never given Anya a second, third, chance. I've never seen Sav so depressed, but I can't blame him. He put one of his large hands in his long, shiny, black hair. If I was Anya, I wouldn't have fucked up so bad. I don't know how she could stand loosing Sav. He's a great guy, and whatever she's done has torn him into pieces. It almost makes me want to cry when a good person is upset. I cried when Mia left Peter. He's like a brother to me (I know about his little problem, but he got over it.)
"What did you do?" Asked Alli. She can be so crude sometimes. If it was his fault, he would be doing anything he could to get her back. He loves her.
Sav banged the table as hard as he could out of frustration. "I didn't do anything! She's just . . . I don't know." Tears started to fall from his eyes and onto the walnut table.
Alli started to shuffle out of the kitchen in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." She muttered as she left the doorframe. I walked up to Sav. I ran my fingers through his hair. (It soothes me when I'm hysteric.) He looked up at me with red rims around his caramel brown eyes. I let my hand rest on the back of his head.
"I know how this feels. It'll pass, trust me." He looked up at me. Sav started to force a smile. "Don't. You'll get ulcers if you pack everything in like that." At that, he really smiled. After a second, he laughed.
"Ulcers? Really? You're too smart for your own good." His smile faded away. I picked up one of the napkins from the table and wiped his eyes. "Not very manly of me, is it?"
"No, but it makes you human." I said. Suddenly, Sav wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. He laid his head on the top of mine. (I never noticed how tall Sav is.) He cried into my hair. I rubbed the back of his head with one hand, and his back with the other one. I know it's a little sick, and a lot perverted, but I'm enjoying this. K.C. didn't even hold me this close, this tight.
This might be wrong, but there's nothing like the feeling of a man's, a real man's hands, holding me. There's nothing safer, nothing warmer, nothing better, than curling up with the right person at the end of the day, and trusting them enough to fall asleep in their arms.
The scent of him, and the chili stewing on the stove. The light flickering of light filtering in through the widows. His large, strong hands on my back. I can't help but think, even if he's crying over another girl, that this is one of the most romantic moments of my life.
After a few minutes of him crying his eyes out, he sat up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't . . . appropriate."
"It's alright." I say, not letting on to my upset state. I didn't want to be pulled away from his warm, gentle body. He was such a soothing presence; I just wanted to nap in his arms. He started to gently slide me off of his lap. Damn-it. I stood up and he followed me. Sav went to the sink and washed his face. He reached for a paper towel, only to bring back a brown cylinder of cardboard.