Meet Mike and Sarah, The Biffles

I met Jacob on August 27^th, about a year and a half ago. Under the circumstances in which we initially met, it was the most perfect day I could ever have imagined, excluding those first few brief moments before I saw him, of course. For some reason, when I woke up that morning, I knew that day would be special. I had no way of seeing why or how I knew. I would just have to wait and see. But something was going to happen; I could feel it deep in my body.

As I lay in my bed, my pink tank-top raised up my belly from a restless night of sleep, I tried to decipher the meaning of my gut feeling. I soon got up, leaving my puddle of unfinished thoughts on my bed, and began the real part of my day.

After a quick shower, I got dressed and ready for my busy day. I pulled my hair back into a neat half- up do, double checked that my shirt was neat and my jeans covered my sneakers nicely. On my way out the door, I grabbed a cereal bar from the pantry and a small orange juice container from the fridge. My walk to the Number Five train station on Esplanade Ave. wasn’t a long one, but it allowed plenty of time for me to finish off my breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day, after all.

As I got closer to the train station, I could see the very familiar forms of my two best friends leaning against the outside wall. No matter how hot it got outside, they could never learn to keep their hands off of each other. I walked over to them and cleared my throat loudly. It didn’t work. I tried again, this time a bit obnoxiously, and they flew away from each other as if they were caught by their parents. The looks on their faces quickly went from terribly frightened to extremely apologetic.

“Not that I want to keep the young and in love apart, but you guys really need to learn to keep the PDA to a minimum. It’s kinda embarrassing to have to be seen with you two like that.”

Sarah and Mike both looked at me with a touch of understanding, but as Mike continued to grope Sarah’s rear end, I knew that no matter how much I said anything, my words were falling upon deaf ears.

“What can we say, Ames?” Sarah started coyly. “When you reach that level of physical interaction, it’s kinda hard not to touch each other at all times. You’ll see one day.” Sarah and I met in my freshman year of high school and quickly became inseparable. She’s become like an older sister to me. And Mike? Oh, what can I say about Mike? Even though he and I once had our time of puppy love, once he met Sarah, it was all over for me; He fell for her, and he fell hard. I really had no problem though because I had realized I had grown to love Mike as more of a friend, my best friend, never again to be anymore.

“‘That level of physical interaction’ will not be happening for me for a very long time, thank you.” I continued my argument for nonexistent sex lives and having to witness too much PDA. “I’d like to have something special left to give to whomever I marry.” I turned towards Mike who was still looking at Sarah longingly. “Hello there, Horny-boy. Please stop thinking with the little guy for once and pay attention. We have to go!” For a moment, it looked like Mike was going to try to comeback with some witty, and probably retarded, comment. Instead he refrained, perhaps figuring he’d lose the battle of words anyway.

“Well, hey there, Shorty.” Mike said. “What took you so long?” Michael Castillo. He was a handsome seventeen-year old. Standing tall at five foot ten, he left my tiny five foot frame trailing in the dust. He’s been my best friend since before I could even remember. Our moms go back to their day camp days. I really don’t remember a day in my life where Mike wasn’t around.

“Mike, baby, be nice.” Sarah stated plainly as she dusted off the back of Mike’s grey t-shirt. That wall sure was dirty, with the paint chipping off in the corners. Your shirt tends to get dusty when you are being smothered against a wall like that. Sarah, as we often referred to her, was our token white girl. But she had more of the Latin flavor within her than even I had.

Our main plan for that day was to go to a show at the youth theatre where I worked downtown; nothing extravagant, but a nice kid-full, family friendly show. New York is full of them. As we waited for the train, I told them about the feeling I had woken up with that day. Without killing our brains, we pondered the possible meaning of my feeling, but the train soon arrived and so began our downtown journey.

The ride was a bit bumpy due to recent construction on various platforms, but again, Sarah and Mike were caught in a lip lock to my great annoyance. Honestly, I was a bit jealous. I really hadn’t dated since Mike and I broke up. I really was beginning to feel a bit lonely. This wasn’t a “woe is me” kind of lonely, but, well everyone wants to have a companion; someone to just hold you when you’re down. But I was stuck with Mike and Sarah instead.