Johnson & Libby
Libby was sitting at the bar that night with her three closest girlfriends from college. Amanda, a fiesty redheaded Irish-girl who was 23; Meg, a sweet brownhaired girl of 20, and Janine, a gorgeous African Amercian girl who was 21. Libby herself was the youngest, a mere 19, but she was witty and could hold her own. Libby was tall, blonde and has breathtakingly blue eyes. She was a pre-Law student at UM. All the girls looked exceptionally cute, and Libby had planned her outfit to wear for hours. A black halter-neck top, and a short red skirt with sandals. She loved dressing up.
Mark Johnson sat at the bar with his hockey buddies. These were not ANY hockey players; this was the soon to be 1980 Olympic Hockey team. Mark was a nice, sweet guy of 22. Light brown hair topped his head, and he had large, bright blue eyes. He was tall, about 6'3'' but not intimidating at all. On the contrary, he was almost shy, especially when it came to girls. Or his hockey skills. It was pretty much established that Mark was the best player on the team. Everyone knew, and even Makr knew, but he wasn't arrogant enough to flaunt it. He just took everything in stride and was thankful for the gift he had been given.
The girls sat around eyeing the boys in the room. Libby had a special penchant for hockey players, and all her friends knew it. The only thing was, she knew that most hockey players had major egos, and she had definitely experienced this before; so she was always careful around them.
The hockey team sat drinking, talking laughing and checking out the girls in the room. Most of the boys were single and looking to have some fun that night. Some were dancing, others were hanging around the bar trying to pick up a girl. But Mark just sat and watched. As soon as he came in, a lovely blonde girl has caught his attention. He could not stop looking at her the entire night. Eventually, his teammates began to notice his quietness and realized he had a girl on his mind. This girl just happened to be Libby.
"Hey bro....who'yah eyein'?" asked Bah Harrington.
"Yea man, you've barely said a word all night and you havent even touched your beer, whats the problem?" Jim Craig chimed in.
"See the girl over there, by the bar? The blonde one in the red skirt with those three other girls?" replied Mark.
"Yea, I see her, she's cute. You like her or somethin'? Jim said,
Mark blushes and takes a sip of his beer, visibly flustered.
"Oh my gawd, you totally like this chick, " Jack O'Callahan busts in from the other end of the table, "go talk to her! Get up you chicken! Go dance or something!"
"I don't know. She probably has a boyfriend or something," Mark replies.
"Yea, well you'll nevah know until yah go find out," Jack insists, "I'll go talk to her if you won't" as he gets up before Mark has a chance to stop him.
"Hi, I'm Jack, whats your name?" Jack approaches Libby.
"I'm Libby, Jack, it's nice to meet you." Libby says
"Uh, see that table with all the guys at it? The guy in the red plaid shirt? Well, he think's youre cute and he wants to know if you have a boyfriend becasue he's too shy to come over and talk to you if he's going to get rejected." Jack explains.
"Hum. Are you guys hockey players?" Libby inquires
"Well,yea, we're trying out to be on the olympic team, we're here for a few months."
"Oh wow. Well, um, no, I dont have a boyfriend. Whats your friend's name?"
"Mark Johnson. He's a really good guy."
"Tell Mark I think he's pretty cute and he should come talk to me."
"Will do! Later sweetheart."
Jack goes back to the boys and tells the news to Johnson. Johnson suddenly gets very nervous, but excited as well. He decided to go and talk to Libby.
Libby gets nervous as well. She's usually outgoing, but can get very very nervous and a guy she likes. She sees Johnson walking across the bar.
"Hi......I'm Mark, my friend Jack sent me over." Mark says tentatively
"Hi! I'm Libby, it's nice to meet you Mark!" Libby replies enthusiastically. The two immediately hit it off. Libby is very impressed at Mark's eloquence, as some hockey players she knows are quite the brutes. Mark is entralled by Libby's eyes, and the way the bites her lip when she's thinking of something to say. They talk about school, and their families, and seem to have a lot in common as they hit it off very well.
"Would you...like to dance?" Johnson finally gets the nerve to ask Libby.
"Of course i would! I love to dance! Lets go!" Libby takes Johnson's hand as he leads her out to the dance floor.
The two dance together all night, until Libby's friend Amanda pulls her away for a few seconds.
"You REALLY like him, don't you, Lib??" Amanda grins and she sees how happy Libby is.
"Yea, I really do. He's a hockey player Mand, and he's sooo sweet, you wouldnt believe it."
"Well, there's this guy that was sitting at his table....the one in the hat....see him? I think he's adorable. You need to ask Mark if he's a nice guy. Please Lib???"
"Sure thing! Hold on a sec."
Libby goes to find Johnson and asks about the guy in the hat.
"Pav? Oh yea! He's a great guy! Mark Pavelich. He's 22, and kinda shy. But he's a really good kid. Smart, helluva player, real decent. Do you want me to introduce you?"
"Well, see, Its my friend Amanda," Libby points out Amanda across the room, "she's been eyeing him and she wants to meet him...could you help me?"
"Of course" Mark says.
Amanda and Pav hit it off terrificaly and soon Libby and Johnson were bac on the dance floor. During fast songs, He's put his hands on her hips as she pressed against his body. During slow songs, Libby would rest her head on Johnson's shoulder and let him just hold her as they moved along with the music.
"Do you want to come back to my room? It's not too far from here," Johnson's heart beat wildly as he asked Libby, he had never been so farward with a girl he just met. But he had a special feeling about her.
"Sure," Libby replied, her heart beating wildly as well, because she was usually pretty reserved with guys.
Johnson takes her hand as they walk out of the club and down the street to the dormitories where the team was staying. They walk up the stairs hand in hand, and stop outside the door to his room. Johnson take Libby's face in his hands and says,
"Elizabeth, you have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen, " as he kisses her softly on the cheek. The light kisses then move slowly to the mouth, and Libby reciprocates them, and her heart flutters because he is the most amazing kisser she has ever experienced. She feels so comfortable with him.
"Should we go inside?" Libby asks after a few minutes of kissing in the hall. "Absolutley," Johnson replies. The move into his room and continue their makeout on his bed.
As much as they both wanted to stay, and as much as Libby loved the way Johnson held her, and he loved the way she ran her fingers thorugh his hair, they both knew that Libby had to leave sometime.
"Mark........" Libby tries to say it, "I really should be going, I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow"
"You know, I wouldnt make you do anything you didnt want to do...I'm not like that," Mark tells her,
"No...no! I know that, Mark," Libby senses what he is saying, "but i really do have a lot of thise to do tomorrow, and I just cant stay...I hope you understand."
"Of course, of course, It's completely alright. Can I call you tomorrow, then?"
"Yea, I hope you do!" Libby replies, "I'll see you later Mark, " as she gives him one last sweet kiss goodbye, "I don't want to leave either."
And she walks out of the room, wishing she didn't have to go.