The Art of Running Guys Over Monologue
|The Art of Running Guys Over by Sarah White|
I used to worry that I would never have a boyfriend, that I would never find someone who I cared about enough to want to date, let alone marry. I was so scared that I'd go through life pitifully alone. But you know, when I finally gave up searching for one, he kind of just fell into my lap. Raphael has been my best friend for all my high school years. He's sweet, caring, and he's always been there when I needed him. He's really close friends with my brother, and I always felt like that's what he was to me: a brother, a twin even. His birthday was exactly four months before mine, to the day. February 23rd and June 23rd. It was like destiny that we were supposed to be best friends.
After two and a half years of being just that, something happened. Something horrible, something stupid, something we could have prevented. Rapha got run over. You jump up and say "Oh my gosh, is he alright!?", but just let me tell the story.
I was going home with him 'til this extra credit thing at my English teacher's house that night. Mrs. Dewhirst lives on the same road Raph does, so it made more sense than going home, since I live fifteen miles away. My brother offered us a ride down to Raph's car, at the other end of the parking lot, so we, instead of getting in the car, got on the hood. Yeah I know it's stupid, you don't have to tell me again. Trust me I know.
I keep seeing him slide off, the look on his face when the tire went over his leg. It was horrible, horrible. I don't think I've cried so much before in my entire life. I was scared... so scared... Scared for Raph, scared for my brother, scared for everything. When I think about all of the ways it could have happened, I am so grateful that God watches over fools. And a fool I am. To try to convince myself for two and a half years that I didn't like him. To try to play it cool and be his friend, to not let all of my other friends who liked him know that I was in the same boat. To try to think something stupid wouldn't result in something else even more stupid.
About three weeks after the accident, after going to see him everyday after school for a week while his leg healed, talking about what had happened, carrying his books and watching him hobble along on crutches for a week, I think it clicked. We realized what could have happened... And with that, what should have happened a long time ago. He asked me to our school's winter semi-formal dance, at that was that. A few weeks later, he asked me out. And here we are now, seeing what so many people told us before the fact, to just get it over with. And maybe we needed the accident.
I kind of took him for granted before that, thinking he'd be there when I needed him, that I didn't need him like that. We've talked about this, and agreed that if the accident hadn't happened, we wouldn't be together. Actually, our friends Jonny and Colleen are going through some tough times right now. Colleen won't let go and Jonny won't commit. Strange combination, but they do love each other. Now I think they just need to get it over with. Too bad Colleen doesn't have an older brother, or else we could teach him the art of running guys over...