Young Girl – Gary Puckett and the Union Gap
Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl,
You're much too young girl
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You're old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,
Beneath your perfume and make-up
You're just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,
So hurry home to your mama
I'm sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far, Oh,
Stipe nudged Tomo, as he caught Luka's fixed gaze on the table across the crowded coffeehouse. The three had been friends since childhood, and each knew the others as well as if they had been brothers, a fact that only made what they were seeing now all the more entertaining.
"Watch, he won't even notice." Stipe reached for several sugar packets and after concealing them behind his hand he tore away the top of them.
"You're not." Tomo's words already had the start of a withheld laugh concealed within them.
"Shhh." The other man reached across the table to pour the sugar into Luka's coffee, even as Tomo smothered a laugh behind his hand, and received a kick under the table for the slip.
"Ouch, that hurt." He reached down to rub his shin as he voiced the complaint, making more of the injury then was needed.
"Luka, drink your coffee, Luka." Stipe pushed the cup closer as he tried to draw the darkest of the three's attention back to their table and away from the one that held three teen-aged girls in school uniforms.
"Hmm, oh, yeah." It was all he could do to force his eyes away from the girl that held him transfixed, and he brought the cup to his lips with barely a glance at it, until he spit the coffee back into it.
"What the hell." He shook his head and reached for his glass of water as his friends burst out in hysterics over the success of their prank.
"Why don't you just go talk to her, instead of just sitting here staring at her day after day?" Tomo found it next to impossible to get his laughter under control, despite the glare he was receiving from his friend.
"I can't, not yet." Luka glanced back over to the table of girls, afraid that the actions of the other two might already have drawn undo attention their way. It was only after he was sure that the girls had not noticed, and in fact were still occupied with their own conversation that he allowed himself to relax and see the humor in his friend's prank.
"How long are you going to wait, it's been over a week already. Face it Luka, we know you too well, which one is it? It was Stipe's turn to question him and as he did he turned his attention to the trio across the room.
"I'm thinking the one with the short blond hair." Tomo cocked his head slightly as he eyed the three.
"No, not the blond." Luka shook his head, his dimples deepening as he was finally forced to admit what he had been keeping to himself.
"The one with the dark curls." He propped his chin in his palm as he returned his gaze to her again, his mind already beginning to shut out the outside noises as she became his entire focus.
"I've never felt like this before, it's like she's all I can think about." His words grew softer before finally fading into nothingness.
"You're in love, Luka, you may as well accept it and go talk to her." As the oldest of the three of them Stipe decided it was obligation to finally force his friend into action.
"I don't even know her, how can I be in love with her?" Luka's skepticism registered clearly on his face as he expressed his own doubts to what his friend was saying.
"What else are you going to call it? You can't take your eyes off of her, I'll bet when you can't see her you're still thinking about her, am I right?" Stipe mirrored Kovac's pose, propping his own chin in his palm as he sat across from him.
"You'd better do something quick, they're getting ready to go." Tomo pointed to the girl's table as he caught sight of the sudden movement of them gathering their schoolbooks and bags, in preparation of leaving.
"Tomorrow, I'll talk to her tomorrow." Even as he made the decision, Luka felt his stomach tighten into a knot, what was he going to say to her? Twenty-four hours wasn't nearly enough time for him to figure it out...