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by CELENE CAREY

  When he realized how his mind was tangentially going towards something that would depress him, he decided to pay up and leave the crowded coffee house. He waved at the waitress as she came towards him with her steaming coffee pot expecting he wanted more coffee.

  “Refill, honey?” she asked lowering the pot to his table, but Charlie signaled her to stop and asked for the bill.

  When he stepped out of the warm café and into the mildly cold street, he noticed how the sun was shining bright that day and it made him smile.

  Vancouver had the reputation of being the one city in Canada that had a pleasantly cold climate, and while the price of living here was comparatively higher than Toronto – where his parents used to live – he could afford it without much trouble and had all the amenities that he would ever need.

  He walked along the sidewalk towards the bus stop, but he didn’t quite yet have an idea about where he was headed. He had around three hours to spare before he had to run back home and get ready for the big date his friend was almost starting to act finicky about. A thought suddenly flashed past his mind and he decided to head towards Sunset Beach – one of the few places here where he could really rest his mind from all that went on inside.

  He got on a bus that would drop him at a walking distance from the coast and took up a comfortable seat near the right hand window in the third row. As the vehicle drove though the streets, Charlie indulged himself in his book again.

  He used to be a lively young man before he had to come here, and his life had changed drastically ever since. He hadn’t planned on leaving home this way, but he had come to terms with the fact that that’s how things took place, and that he would just have to live with it. It had been hard for him to cope with the sudden change in the beginning and it took some getting used to before he accepted the fact that this was his home now.

  Vancouver had been kinder to him than Toronto, and no matter how lonely his life had become, it still had more meaning than it used to. He had found a lucrative career in writing and co-writing books in collaboration with some authors and the income had been enough to keep him content.

  Wealth had never been an option for him and his savings would’ve ended soon if he hadn’t found the job, no matter how many millions he had to his name in his accounts. He didn’t want money he didn’t earn anymore, and he knew that it may take longer that he would like, to build himself something he could call his own. His father had been a wealthy man, and even after he died, he had left behind a handsome inheritance that his mother and two younger sisters were already making their way through.

  He had left an equal amount for Charlie too, but using the money made Charlie feel like he was accepting the fact that his father was no more, and she didn’t want to. Out of all his children, he had loved Charlie the most, and it was very apparent in the way he used to shower him with toys and take him out every other day. His father had been with him through thick and thin.

  His younger sisters had always been closer to his mother, and Charlie had always been more attached to his father; even when his parents would argue, he would blindly take his father’s side, not because he agreed with him, but because his sisters would always gang up with his mother against him. Though those fights held no importance, now he understood clearly how his home had been divided into two teams fighting against each other, and how neither of them could ever win.

  The bus drove over a speed breaker that jolted him out of his reverie, and his attention went towards the baby crying at the top of her lungs in a woman’s lap two rows behind. He looked over his shoulder at her just as the mother of the crying baby caught his eyes and Charlie gave her a polite and gentle smile, which she returned shyly.

  After more than ten minutes had passed, the bus stopped near Sunset Beach and Charlie got off on the sidewalk, to walk the rest of the way. He was glad to see the place wasn’t crowded just as she had hoped and was happy that she would have some time to calm himself on the beach; his favorite place in the world.

  He didn’t know what it was that he liked and enjoyed so much about beaches and coastal areas; the quiet, the sound of the rushing waves, the tide rising or the light of the moon reflected off the surface of the water at night, but being at the beach soothed him. He enjoyed the bliss of being alone and the safety that comes along with it.

  Charlie walked along the sidewalk that would lead to a trail, from where he could walk right up to the sand and water from a solitary and isolated section of the beach. He got rid of her sandals and planted his first steps in the warm sand; the heat felt good on his feet and as he walked up to the waves, the cold water rushed to his feet and washed all the warmth and sand away.

  He stood there for a few moments, with his eyes peeled at the beautiful orange and yellow sunset, and filled his lungs with the fresh sea air. It had been hi weekly ritual to visit this place on the Sunset beach up until the last two weeks, before she started the work on his new project which had kept him busy ever since.

  Now, as he let the waves wash his feet and the air fill up his lungs, he realized he had to continue with his ritual if he wanted to keep the structure of his mind from collapsing. Slowly, he started to take steps towards the water as the waves started to touch his ankles, then his knees. When the water was up to his thighs, he stopped and stood still for while, before he walked back towards the coastal line and started to walk parallel to it.

  His thoughts were starting to align as he prepared himself for the romantic dinner that awaited him, and wondered what his date would look like. He hoped to God he wasn’t an incredibly short man that came up to his chest only, when he stood on his tall legs like last time. Or the time before that, when his date had had too much to drink, and then started to vent about his ex to him, before calling him up and leaving Charlie stranded.

  That had been what the dating was like for Charlie, and he hated his luck with it. This time, he expected something even worse to happen, so he tried to gather up the guts to go ahead with it for Cindy anyway.

  He wasn’t going to change the slightest of his habits, or style his hair a different way to prove to his lover how he meant the world to him. He wanted someone he could spoil, which was hard to accept for most men he met, and tried to stay as far away from emotional games as much as he could. He had always found most ‘socially accepted’ habits a little distasteful, and that had made him judge men and women even more. While some women had found new meaning in their lives and changed their own norms to move forward in the world, most, according to Charlie, had lost their purpose along the way.

  The women of this century survived in an existential void, where their heart told them to think of themselves and society commanded that they succumb to the demands of their loved ones and embody the general idea of a woman, instead of a real woman itself. So she created this new identity and started to live like a trophy that could also perform some specific tasks very effectively. Even today, thinking about such things made Charlie cringe; women had forgotten who they were and the prevailing dating game was a perfect example of how their naivety is cleverly and excessively used against them.

  Men didn’t treat women like people; they treated them like objects; something beautiful to be looked at and appreciated, till she starts to reveal the cracks in her rib cage and show signs of being truly human.

  Humans are social creatures and they crave for and thrive within real human interactions, and it made Charlie sick how there was nothing humanly left in any interaction at all. Men try their hardest to manipulate the other men, or women or even bisexuals into thinking or feeling a certain way about them, and in turn, women try to use their appeal to get something in return for the effort in the end. None of them were wrong; both of them were lost.

  Walking along the coastline, Charlie’s mind was still submerged in his cynical thoughts that were helping him come to terms with the fact that he was going on a date tonight after so long. He wanted to dive into the water and swim away, to return back in the morning
with the waves, just so he could avoid the socially awkward ordeal.

  Just then, someone bumped into him hard and he lost his balance; both of them went tumbling over the warm and wet sand and when Charlie yelled out from the collision, the man started apologize and hurriedly got off of him to stand up.

  “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? So sorry! I didn’t see you; this guy’s dog started chasing me and I was looking back at it. I’m so sorry,” he kept saying nervously as he gave him a sullen expression, and helped him up.

  “Are you hurt?” he asked politely when he had stood up and was helping him dust off her pale yellow trousers of all the sand that had clung to it when he uttered “No, I am fine,” sullenly.

  “Are you sure? You look like someone ran over you with a truck?” he remarked with a strange smile that spread on his lips slowly, and he smiled softly in response.

  “You startled me, I was lost in my thoughts I guess, and it’s okay” uttered Charlie, as he fixed his sandy hair and tried to get some out of it too “Ugh” he made a sound, realizing he would have shampoo his hair before the date now, and how that would easily take thirty more minutes.

  “You’ve got beautiful hair, I am sorry I ruined it, if it wasn’t for the dog-,” he started to talk to him casually and slipped in a random compliment, which he thanked him for and found himself starting to enjoy the little conversation.

  “So, is this the first time a guy toppled you over?” He smirked and he started to crack up in response.

  “I’ve been bested quite a few times actually, but never quite in this fashion,” he started to indulge in the interesting small talk as they began walking along the coastline side by side. He thought about how funny it must look to a by-stander who saw how the man had toppled him, and how they were chatting now; for all they knew, they could even assume they could be cousins, so he couldn’t care any lesser.

  “It’s a beautiful sunset isn’t it?” he asked, looking at the bloody orange setting sun in the distance.

  “It is,” he replied softly “though I like this place in the dark better,” and he looked at him questioningly, but still smiling.

  “A beach at night? Interesting,” he said as his lips still smiled softly and his eyes stared in the distance at the setting sun.

  “Interesting?” he looked at him and asked.

  “It’s just, I’ve never toppled over a handsome man who has a thing for dark beaches you know,” he said with the naughtiest expression on his face and Charlie felt his excitement growing inside. He was enjoying the flattery, but didn’t quite know how to respond to his very forward joke, so he improvised to the best of his capability; he was not letting him win.

  “Well, maybe you haven’t had any interesting men before,” he said flirtatiously, and in a tone that reflected how he was trying desperately to stay atop his flirting game.

  He let out a small chuckle and then looked at him; Charlie noticed his bright green eyes and suddenly found himself being pulled towards the man.

  “May I know the name of this highly stimulating, and interesting man I have the pleasure to talk to?” he asked jokingly and he started to chuckle in response. Then, he uttered “Charlie Wayne”.

  “You have beautiful eyes Charlie,” he said, as he started gazing into his eyes thinking how mesmerizing his eyes were “my mother had Hazel eyes,” he finished with a soft smile.

  “What did your mother name her charming boy?” he asked softly and the man started to smile wide and his cheeks became a little flushed, and just then, Charlie saw how attractive he was in a very shy kind of way.

  “Andrew, Andrew Weiz” he said in the most articulate style, and Charlie felt more and more aware of the knots forming in his stomach.

  “It was nice to meet you, Andrew Weiz,” he said flirtatiously “but I better be going now, I don’t want to leave my friend hanging,” he said politely, but in a way that got the message across; he was immune to flattery and that his smile didn’t mean he was being swept off his feet.

  Andrew looked at him with a hint of mischief in his eyes, and then nodded.

  “I agree, you must never leave your friends hanging,” he uttered “and as a matter of fact, you’ve reminded me of somewhere I need to be tonight, however much I may be dreading it” he paused for a bit, as if he thinking was about something deep and then turned his attention towards Charlie again “It has been an absolute pleasure running into you Mr. Charlie Wayne, literally!” he finished with a chuckle.

  He smiled back at him, and they started walking towards the bus station, where he would find the bus that will drop him right in front of his apartment building. He wondered where Andrew was headed, and how stimulating it would be to rather go out with him now, than meet a stranger at dinner with his best friend. He felt there was something alarmingly vile about blind dates and for all you know; you could end up having dinner with a psychopath without even knowing. He found it distasteful, and impersonal to have dinner with a complete stranger randomly one night, which is why he hadn’t ever tried it. Now, instead of spending an evening with a man he found herself enjoying conversations with, he would have to do his duty as a friend and sit through a boring weekend date.

  My life never goes as planned… he thought to himself as he quietly walked beside Andrew, while making small talk as they stepped through the cooling sand and left their footmarks imprinted on it; side by side.

  At the bust stop, Andrew said goodbye to Charlie and he sensed he wanted to ask something but stopped himself. He could have nudged him to reveal what he was thinking, but he didn’t want to. He wasn’t interested in this man as a partner yet, but he loved the way they were conversing and for the first time in his life; he felt like his mind was running wild in all directions under the influence of a man’s sweet talk. He enjoyed feeling; he craved for things that moved his heart or made him think, and anything lesser than that wasn’t worth his time. But this man was proving to be worth his time after all, and during their small walk from the beach to the bus stand, he had briefly remarked on politics, religion and life in a way that made Charlie want to explore his mind more. Although, he was hardly the kind of man who would ever let a guy have the satisfaction of knowing that he was interested in him, before he reveals how head-over-heels he had fallen for him.

  He waited for him to say something, and he did, but not what he wanted to hear.

  “Well, I guess I’ll see you when I see you, Charlie” he said in a tone that reflected good etiquettes, and he thought about how attractive he appeared all of a sudden by not asking for his contact. He shrugged his male instincts off, and tried to gain back control.

  “Maybe you will,” he smiled brightly, and he held his gaze for a few seconds, before turning around and walking away.

  Charlie stood there for a few seconds; watching him take steps that were leading him further away from him, and for the first time in his life he wanted to pursue a man he had just met. He thought about how significant this small meeting was, and if he had stayed in that crowded café he might have never met him. He smiled softly, and realized how good he felt, only because a random man had been nice to him for less than an hour.

  As he stepped on to the bus that would lead him home, he started scribbling in his notepad. He recalled as many details as he could and wrote down everything he remembered. The way he toppled him over at first, and then the way he apologized, the way he used the rough toppling-over as a great ice breaker, and then, the vibe that he gave him. If nothing else, his strangely beautiful ordeal with the green eyed Andrew could be used as inspiration for one of his stories.

  He didn’t know Andrew would turn out to be the same man he had accepted to date that night without seeing him, and as if fate itself tried to get them together; they hit it off instantly and started dating.

  Charlie felt he had found the one and all her skepticism started to melt soon afterwards. Andrew had been lovely to him, and his mind was as resonating as ever. He didn’t quite know he was falling in lov
e with him up until that night in the cottage.

  They had decided to go off on a road trip together and even they had been intimate Andrew hadn’t taken him to bed yet, which she was hoping he would on that trip. It had been a few months since they met in Vancouver and now they were in Connecticut; with Andrew’s family. He had been visiting family when he met him on that beach that day, and he couldn’t feel happier today that it worked out, the way it did.

  That trip seemed to be the most significant turning point of their relationship, yet to this day Charlie felt surprised at the way Andrew had warmly comforted him that night. They had stopped near a town because their car broke down, and the mechanics told Andrew it would take them 2 days to fix it up. Andrew wanted to make the most of the trip and Charlie was so impressed by the way he improvised. He went inside into the mechanics office for a few minutes and then came out smiling. The mechanic handed him some keys and he winked at him in return. Then he escorted Charlie to a very sleek looking black bike, and walked up to it as he stood a few steps away; shunned. “That’s our ride?” he smirked at him and then looked at his jeans. He smirked back at him and said the only thing that could have gotten Charlie to mount the bike in his favorite jeans “Are you going to chicken out?”

  Charlie let out a chuckle and hopped on, and they rode towards the outskirts of the town, where they had seen a line of cottages before. Luckily, the rest house let us rent one and Andrew chose the one on the hill, where clouds must fill the rooms every morning to wake the habitants up.

  He couldn’t explain how happy he had been, and that night still seemed like it was some part of a movie. He vividly remembered the details as he recalled now; they had had soup and garlic bread for supper and then cuddled up near the fireplace. The warmth of the fire felt so good on his skin and Andrew kept rolling his fingers down his neck, and then back up to his ears again. He stared in the fire and his mind started to drift towards the flames when Andrew started to kiss where his fingers were touching Charlie near his ears, and then whispered “You make me feel so happy, Charlie,” and then kissed him on the neck again. He smiled back softly and brought his arm up to touch Andrew’s hair with his hands “You’re my charming little boy,” he said lovingly and smiling like only a tolerant lover would. Andrew knew his shortcomings, and no one had ever been better at handling his anger than Charlie, which was part of the reason why he was about to say what he had planned. Charlie was completely unaware of how special that night was going to get for him when Andrew spoke up again after they were both silent for a long time.