Thorson Thorkelson The Thord – Part 30

(click here for part one)

It was Thursday evening, and Thorson had finally gotten in touch with Bertha.  It seemed like it had been weeks since he had talked to her, when in truth it had really only been a few days.  Still…when you are used to Skyping with the most beautiful girl in the world on a nearly daily basis, a few days can feel like an eternity.

After his talk with his friend Adam, Thorson was determined that, despite the miles, he was going to ask Bertha to be his girlfriend.  He planned on asking her the moment that they connected again, but there was something in her look that made him hesitate.  She seemed withdrawn…guarded.  Their normally free and easy conversation was stilted.  He probably should have read the signs and kept his mouth shut, but Thorson decided to push ahead anyways.  In the awkward way of a teenager in love, he got out the phrase, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Bertha hung her head for an uncomfortable length of time.  When she finally looked up again, she said, “Thorson, I’ve got a date tomorrow night.”

Thorson felt like someone had walked up to him and punched him in the stomach.  He managed to choke out, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Bertha gave him a brief run-down of her co-star, but for all intents and purposes, the conversation was over.  For the past half year, Bertha had become more than just a friend.  They had connected in a way that just felt so natural…so right.  Tonight, as he disconnected, he had to wonder if he would ever be talking to Bertha again.

He left his room, put on his shoes and walked out the door.  His emotions were in a turmoil.  He was even affected physically.  His stomach was upset, and his head was pounding.  He wanted to lash out at someone, but wanted to be comforted.  If possible, he would have liked to have become a five year old boy again so that he could go and snuggle with one of his parents…Dad!  His dad would know what to do.  He went into the back yard where his dad was pouring water from a watering can into a large pool of “koi filled water.  “What are you doing, Dad?”

“Watering the fish.”

Somehow, no matter how bad he felt, his dad was always able to make him smile.  His heart was broken, but somehow he knew that things were going to turn out all right.

~~to be continued~~ (click here for part 31)

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