Krenshaw and the 19-Year-Old Crush

Krenshaw was on her way to a party with Alamo, a 19-year-old she had given her number to at the Cheesewhiz Factory where he worked. 13 years older, Krenshaw had never imagined being physically attracted to someone so young. But here she was, desperate to have an illicit affair with Alamo. She reveled at the idea of being able to relive her past and feel like she was 19 again. She was so insecure and miserable when she was his age. It was as if she now had the chance to do it all over again, but this time as a confident, strong, well-rounded woman.

Krenshaw and Alamo arrived at the party, where they were greeted by Alamo's friends, none of whom Krenshaw had met before. A boy whom neither of them knew began groping Krenshaw as they walked in. Krenshaw grabbed hold of Alamo, who pulled her away from the drunken teen, protecting her.

Not long after, Alamo told her he had to take care of something and would be back in a bit. Krenshaw wasn't sure what he could possibly have to go do, but she was fine on her own. She loved house parties, and never needed anyone to babysit her. She comfortably made her way around the house, mingling and introducing herself to all the spunky whippersnappers.

Most of them were chill, and Krenshaw had no problem blending in despite her age. She saw a guy sitting on a bed playing the bass, and her background in music motivated her to grab one of the guitars perched nearby and join him. Although Krenshaw wasn't particularly great at guitar, she was able to hold her own long as they stuck to playing in the key of C Major.

After their quick jam session, Krenshaw mingled with some of the other guests, including a guy who tried to make a move on her, apparently mistaking her friendly personality for romantic interest. She shoved him off and moved on.

She noticed the time and wondered if Alamo had ditched her. Where had he gone? What was he doing? How was she going to get home when he was supposed to be her ride?

Finally, a guy showed up claiming to be Alamo and gave Krenshaw the keys to his car so she could drive herself home. But Krenshaw could tell it wasn't Alamo. For one, this guy was nowhere near as good-looking. Also, he had short hair, and Alamo's hair was chin-length. When Krenshaw called him out, the real Alamo suddenly emerged from around the corner with a pretty young girl hanging on his arm.

"What's going on?" asked Krenshaw. "Why were you pretending to be someone else?"

"Margaret and I have decided to be in a relationship," he said, referring to the girl he was with. Krenshaw looked at Margaret - a short, perky teen with reddish-brown hair.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Margaret. "It's true, though. Alamo and I are going to be together." There was an awkward pause. Krenshaw looked at Alamo, then smiled.

"Well, congratulations! I'm happy for you!" she yelled. "I told you that you'd find a girlfriend soon!" She gave Alamo a big hug and felt his lips brush up against her neck, instantly reminding her of how attracted she was to him. He picked her up and swept her across the room in a grand goodbye-gesture. She was a little embarrassed because she wasn't wearing any pants.

Despite the fact that her passionate one-night affair wasn't going to work out, Krenshaw decided to stick around at the party. Apparently, Alamo and Margaret thought that was a weird decision. They had assumed Krenshaw would leave right after since she didn't know anyone at the party except for Alamo.

One young lady approached Krenshaw and told her that Alamo and Margaret were deliberately avoiding Krenshaw.

"Maybe it's best to leave," she advised Krenshaw. "…or else confront them. They don't want to make you feel bad, but they honestly just don't understand why you are still here."

"They wouldn't make me feel bad…" responded Krenshaw. "I've only hung out with Alamo once. It's not like we were romantically involved, or like he owed me anything. Besides, he's way too young for me and I had no expectations of anything happening with us."

Secretly, though, Krenshaw was crushed. It's true that she didn't want anything serious from him, and she was leaving San Francisco to go back home in a few days. But still, she had desperately wanted to sleep with him. Now, there was no chance of that happening.

 

Karys Rhea
Karys Rhea writes absurdist short stories. They are exceedingly short. They are exceedingly absurd. If you happen to have read one and didn't get it, then you did.