We All Go To Alaska When We Die

Another story I wrote for class.I don't like it very much, but it is okay.

We All Go To Alaska When We Die
Daniel Gauer

Blake sat on the bright yellow park bench with his camera in hand. He had been waiting there for sometime before she showed up. He watched her slowly walk away with her Yorkshire terrier leading the way at brisk pace. He had been watching her for weeks. He wasn’t doing it in a creepy or obsessive way. He frequented the park and she caught his eye. He didn’t know her name. He just knew that she walked her dog everyday at three. He thought she was beautiful and wanted to say something to her. Blake was shy though and didn’t know the proper way to introduce himself. He hoped that she would make some sort of attempt to make contact with him, but as far as he knew he was nonexistent to her.
Blake got up from the sunny bench and sat on the rim of the elaborate fountain across from it. He listened to it as water rushed out of the spout and was redistributed back into the basin. He stared off into the distance at the trees that had just started blossoming with pink and gold and lavender colored flowers. He lifted the camera up to his eye and snapped a picture of the cherry blossom tree closest to him. He continued to think about the girl. He though of how her brown hair glistened in the sunlight as she walked that tiny dog through the park. Blake questioned himself as to why he didn’t do anything. It was probably because he had been burned so many times before.
The last girl he dated was a zoo keeper named Julia. She was sweet and funny, but she was also sweet and funny to several other guys. He also had a problem with her smelling like an ocelot pin every time they went out, but that was neither here nor there. He was afraid to make a fool of himself by dating another Julia. Blake walked around the park thinking about how he could approach her without “A” making himself look like a creep and “B” seeming like a shy loser. He pondered this for awhile and eventually settled on not doing anything at all. He could never bring himself to walk up to a complete stranger and ask her out on a date point blank. He got bored at the park so he ended up going to his apartment where he thought about the girl the rest of the night.
Blake went back to the park the next day to take some pictures of the trees again. The photos he took the day before had come out bad and he wanted to retake some of them. The girl that had filled his dreams for the past few weeks briskly walked by him as he was taking a photo. She had managed to get in the picture just as he was taking it. She stopped as soon as she realized what she had just done. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in front of you. My head has been in the clouds all day.”
Blake was excited although he tried not to show it on his face. He had an in with the girl of his dreams. “It’s alright,” said Blake as his throat slowly dried up, “it was an accident. No harm done. My name is Blake by the way.”
Blake stretched his hand out to shake hers. “My name’s Naomi,” she said grasping his hand quickly. His stomach started doing a copious amount of back flips inside him. He was in a perfect situation and now had the chance to ask this girl out on a date. He was so unsure about himself as to whether he should say anything to her. He knew nothing about Naomi. What if she had a boyfriend or what if she was training to be a nun and was forced to take a vow of chastity so as to become a “bride of Christ”? He was pretty sure that was not the case, but he was still extremely nervous. She started to make conversation and he was trying to be engaging and charming. He talked to her for a few minutes and knew he was in love. She seemed sweet and friendly but he had to be sure that she wasn’t going to turn out like the last one. He decided he would follow her home.
Blake realized that this could and probably would be considered stalking, but he had to know about the wonderful girl whose hair glistened in the sunlight. Naomi walked into an apartment building a few blocks away from his. She went up the stairs to apartment 333 on the third floor. Blake climbed the fire escape so he could find Naomi’s window. He managed to find it quickly and looked inside. The walls were decorated in bright colors and covered in posters from all of his favorite movies. She had a CD collection that was bigger than his and she had a brand new Cannon camera laying on her table and a stack of photos that she had taken. He felt like he had met his soul mate.
Blake saw her again later that week and got up the courage to ask her out on a date. She accepted and they planned to meet at the park for a picnic. Naomi brought the sandwiches and Blake grabbed the drinks. They had a great time and eventually started going out soon after that. Blake was extremely happy and didn’t know why he was so nervous about asking Naomi out. She was perfect and they slowly fell in love with each other. They got married and lived happily ever after… that is if Blake had actually said anything to her. In actuality when Blake reached his hand out to introduce himself he got so nervous that he passed out and hit his head so hard it put him in a coma. Naomi had been terrified by the situation and called an ambulance. Blake woke up from the coma very disappointed like he had just read a story that had no real way to end it.