there was this dude named brandon. he skated, and his brother was in a band called dorian gray or something like that. he wasn't popular but people knew who he was mostly because of his brother. he was kind of the understated of the two. the one who hung quietly on the sidelines while his brother played the battle of the bands. i never saw him much at lunch time. he didn't seem to hang around to be seen. so when i did spot him it was like seeing a unicorn. and i couldn't stop pretending not to stare. one year i took photo, and he ended up being in the same class. of course we never spoke. i never attempted and he never attempted. and i doubt neither of us would have ever. but i remember this one time we were both entering the dark room at the same time. and to get into the dark room there was one of those spin-y doors that enclosed you before letting you out to the other side. it was like a sci fi portal or something ready to shoot you into space. i walked in not noticing he walked in too. and there we were, it was a situation i only dreamt about. but there i was living it. forced to stand face to face in the dark, with only our trays in between us. i felt the awkwardness, he probably didn't. but within that split second of us enclosed in the portal i could've said anything to him. but instead i let the dark and silence takeover the moment, and just thought about how crazy this was.
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