I don't know if I have mentioned it, but I met a boy named James Sebastian.
He is English, from Germany though, and absolutely well-mannered and sweet.
He remembered seeing me at the New Student Orientation back before school started.
I don't remember seeing him. I was too torn up over being late, lost, and confused.
In either case, he remembered me. We started hanging out a few weeks back.
I found out this girl Crispy was crushing over him. We sat together at a pep rally.
They started dating roughly three minutes before I found out he likes me a lot.
He and Josh had a long rock-paper-scissors battle to see who would tell me.
Josh lost. Poor dear. I wonder if he knows the pain he caused by telling me James likes me.
I say likes because I am hoping that he has not lost his feeling for me yet.
He and Crispy just broke up on Friday. She was his first girlfriend, his first kiss.
He told me this whenever he was criticising how I kissed. It made me laugh.
I stayed after school with him and some friends and picked up pizza.
We were standing in Dollar Tree by the cleaning supplies, kissing.
Then we went to the stadium and just kind of climbed all the way up and ate.
I haven't been eating much. I'm down to ninety-three pounds again.
We were joking around and they joked about having an orgy and I got up.
I walked to the fenced edge at the way top and he shouted after me,
"Don't jump! I'll help you!"
and then he lifted me up and I started screaming and he set me back down.
We stood next to eachother, his arm around my shoulders and looked about the world.
It felt lovely. And then we kissed. And we kissed and kissed, and then Julius said something.
So we went up to the box area and we closed the door behind us.
We started kissing against a railing, me wrapped around his waist.
We moved through to a chair, against a wall, and just kind of lingering in the doorway.
It was marvelous. My lips felt numb and amazing for almost an hour afterwards.
Luckily it was windy, so messy hair wouldn't have looked so weird.
Oh god, he walked me to my mom's car and it was brilliant.
His hands are the perfect size for mine to fit in his, and he is just... Oh god.
I cannot believe I am saying all of this, because it makes it evident.
As much as I need to try and not do so, I'm falling for him. hard.
If only you could meet him, you would see.
I just hope things are this great on Tuesday.
others become memories

Monday, October 26, 2009
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Without hope, the us's give up - I know you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. So you, and you, and you... You gotta give em' hope... you gotta give em' hope. -Harvey Milk, Milk(2008)
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