“Monastic” was the first word to pop into Nancy’s mind when Guy asked her to sum up their early relationship with only one word.
“Huh?” Was about as eloquent a response he could muster as the two old lovers sat on the edge of the bed. All these years later and still nearly every time her gift of subtle sarcasm never ceased to take him by surprise. Nearly without fail.
They were next door neighbors growing up. Their bedrooms separated only by the width of the driveway between their respective houses. The thick white shade wrapped snugly around a tension bar at Nancy’s window the only thing disallowing Guy peep show after peep show of her increasingly-outstanding, soft, round and ‘budding’ late-teen womanliness.
Not that he didn’t give it his best, most earnest ‘good ol’ college try to see around or through this minimal and oh so cruel veil separating his imagination from its mission of catching just a glimpse of his dear friend’s budding womanliness. That he did. Graduate level effort, even.
But his dearest Nancy obviously had the male species dead to rights – at the very least this particular representative of – and as mapped out as a puzzle constructed of 3 – maybe 5 – pieces at the most. The main, largest piece the one which simply indicated ‘male.’ In which case, to Nancy’s way of thinking: game, set & match.
But, she played along anyway. After all … with the effort he extended on devising a way around the dynamics of physics and light just to sneak a peek into her room? Jeeez. Least she could do would be to put in a little effort on her end. So, what the heck .. she played along. Did her little girly dance … let the curtain slip back from the window … just a touch.
She bent down. Touched her toes. Partly for show, partly to get a peek into his window.
But Guy didn’t seem to be in his window. All this teasing and tantalizing for nothing. Write if off as practice for the real thing .. if .. when .. it ever happens.
“Love you, Guy,” she whispered to her shadow on the shade.
Then … the somewhat muffled sound of footsteps on the carpeted stairs outside her room …
“Love you more, Nancy,” came a whisper from the doorway.
They’ve been inseparable ever since.