by Carl Peters
Irene, I had to text you right away. Randell just told me you two broke up. He’s my lifetime best friend but I don’t want your break up to end OUR relationship. Truthfully, I hope it can bring us even closer. Like that James Taylor song You’ve Got a Friend. All you have to do is call my name and I’LL COME RUNNING!
Your best friend is a creep. Why can’t he remember I hate pickles.
Do you remember that night he got drunk and passed out? And we spent hours sitting on the couch talking about music, like 70s music and real old songs? That was such a beautiful night for me. For days I thought about that song Exactly Like You. Do you know it? About a guy telling a girl she’s the perfect woman?
How many times can he try to talk me into trying fried pickles? Gross.
One of my favorite songs is You Don’t Know Me. Ray Charles. About a guy too shy to tell a girl he’s in love with her. She thinks they’re just friends but he’s secretly LONGING for her.
Randell isn’t shy. You should have seen him flirting with that pickle-waitress. She looked cheap and needed to button up her blouse. Like I’m right here! Hello!!!
And I’ve always been real interested in that George Harrison-Eric Clapton thing. Where Clapton was in love with George’s wife and that’s how he wrote Layla …
Really? You sure? I just thought it was about sex. You know. Lay la. Sounds sexy.
And on the album there’s another song about being in love with his best friend’s lover. How you ever loved a woman SO MUCH you tremble in pain is how it starts. I’ve only felt that kind of passion in my life once. One time
I can’t believe how much time I wasted on Randell. Conceited jerk.
Recently. That’s when I felt that passion. That night talking about music. With YOU
He’s always trying to impress people by playing his stupid guitar and singing his own whiney songs. Nothing more pathetic than a guy who thinks he’s
Joni Mitchell.
This is hard but I have to say it. I have to. I THINK I LOVE YOU
OMG! I’m so glad you said that!
Really? Really? I can’t believe it!!!!!
I feel the same way but that night we were talking about music I was afraid to say it!
I’m so happy! You’ve made me so so so happy!!!!! I was afraid you’d laugh at me
I can’t believe I found someone else who likes the Partridge Family! Everyone laughs if you say you like the Partridge Family and I get it, but I Think I Love You is still such a great song
Still there???? Hello?
Yea, good song. WITH A LOT OF MEANING
I dunno about meaning. I just like it because its bouncy.
Yea its bouncy. I got an idea. Let’s get together and listen to it together. I just downloaded it.
Can’t. Going out with my friends to cruise the bars
What about me????
That Kenny Rogers song??? Ew.
No I mean … well not Kenny Rogers, not the song, except thematically maybe but not literally the song.
Huh?
How about this — lets spend the night together
Used to be my favorite Rolling Stones song but Randell LOVES the Stones so now I HATE them. You can tell Randell I’m going to hook up with the first guy who buys me a drink tonight.
WAIT wait give me a minute to think of a different way to say something …
You know I once thought about having a fling with you but
since you guys are friends and then you never expressed
any interest in me … But I think you need a GF. Like you know
that song We Gotta Get You a Woman? So I was thinking about
getting you together with my friend Erma. She’s a lot like me
EXCEPT she could lose a few pounds. Also she’s a little clueless.
Thick as a brick, to tell the truth. But I think you two would
be a good match
I‘m not interested in Erma. Meet me tomorrow. Please, Irene. This is important. I NEED TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU
Tomorrows out. I’m either going to be hung over, in someone else’s bed or probably both. Oh Uber here. Byeee! Gotta turn the phone off. Battery almost dead.
WHAT BAR ARE YOU GOING TO I’LL MEET YOU
WHAT BAR????
CALL ME. When will I see you again?? I want you!! I’m confessing that I LOVE YOU
Now I’m a little drunk and just re-read my last text. THAT’S NOT JUST A BUNCH OF SONG TITLES. Well, ok, it is, but I didn’t mean to do that and it’s not just that. It’s how I feel …
I can’t stay awake any longer. Good night, Irene. I’ll see you in my dreams.
Bio:
Carl Peters lives in New Jersey.
This is great, really well put together! I thoroughly enjoyed it!