My First Kiss?

So I’ve been writing about this “Friday Night” of mine for over a week now and it’s taken up seven (?) posts so far! Sorry about that. I’m still relatively new to blogging and I started out having really LONG posts, not realizing that people don’t actually have the time to read long posts. Now I find that I myself usually only read posts under ~550 words. And hence the need to split up my writing into sections.

I will finish telling you about Friday night, whether or not anyone cares, as therapy for me, if nothing else. And because I like to write: Continue reading

The Easiest Way To Chat With A Boy

I wait several minutes before I feel safe enough to uncover Morgan from beneath all the pillows and blanket. He shakes his hair and runs both his hands through it, taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed.

“The coast clear?” He whispers and I immediately shush him.

“I have to keep my door open.” I whisper, really quietly.

“What?” Morgan mouths the words without sound.

I move closer and try again.

I have to keep the door open.”

He nods. He smells nice up close; a clean and pleasant smell that is discrete enough to go unnoticed unless you’re up close. “Should I go home?” He whispers, a little too close to my ear, and I get ticklish. I shake my head ‘no’, that I don’t want him to go home yet. Instead of talking I grab Viros and open notepad. I type:

I should at least wait till my Mom falls back asleep before opening the door to let you out, so she won’t hear it opening.

I pass him the laptop and he writes back. Continue reading

Sneaking A Boy Into the House 2.0

Morgan walks farther into my room, shaking the leftover snowflakes off his curls. His hair is even more wavy now from the moisture.

“I hate curls.” He says, running his fingers through his thick, dark hair. “That’s why I used to slick my hair down. I wanted it to be straight.”

“Really?” I say, adding my ‘many words’ to the conversation.

“Yeah, I always thought curly hair was too girly.” He tussles his hair some more then gives up. I want to tell him that most girls love curly hair and it looks great on guys (refer to photo below), as long as its not a perm I guess, but I can’t seem to form words and say them. Continue reading

Sneaking A Boy Into The House 1.0

I’m downstairs, in the narrow hallway that leads to the front door. My Mom’s Busy Bee Housecleaning window decal covers the glass. A thick frost has enveloped the entire door. I won’t be able to see Morgan through the iced up glass if he comes. I try to unlock the door.

Then lock is frozen and for a moment I don’t think I will be able to open it. I give it one last try with all my might and it opens. I breathe a sigh of relief. The cold air in the hallway seeps into me, to my very core, even though I’m wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Fortunately I was smart enough to wear my shoes down.

The door rattles suddenly, startling me. It makes loud cracking sounds as Morgan pushes it open. I help him with the door and he tumbles in. Continue reading

The Gift Inside The Box

I look in the box with anticipation.
At first I’m not sure what it is… a bunch of electrical cords (?) Then I notice the tiny lights and I smile. There is a note inside that has slipped down to the bottom:

Whenever we used to watch movies online at the same time together you’d point out that girls in teen movies always have twinkling lights in their bedrooms, even if it wasn’t Christmas. You said you always wanted to have a room like that. So I thought you might want to decorate your room with lights, since you never got to this Christmas.
-Morgan xox

I hug the note and smile. I love it!
I really wanted to decorate my room with lights, SO bad! And DC knew that. Morgan knew that! The best part is that he remembered Continue reading

A Note In My Locker

I had to go to school today, even though I didn’t want to, cuz we had an assignment due and my mom would never sign a sick note for me. She always thinks I’m faking even when I am really am sick!

I only have one class with Morgan on Fridays and its math. He sits in the front and I sit in the back.

At the beginning of class Lindsay went up to his desk and started talking with him. My stomach got twisted seeing her flirt shamelessly, but I couldn’t look away. He kept his eyes down and just nodded. Lindsay didn’t mind that he wasn’t saying much, she just kept talking and laughing. Then when he did say something she laughed REALLY loud. The sound pierced my ears and gave me an instant headache. Morgan probably didn’t even say anything funny, she just laughed to make him feel good. And he smiled. And the bell rang. Continue reading

A boy in my class knows all my secrets

11:48 PM I am awakened from sleep by a dinging sound.
DC -Hi
Me -Hi
DC -Sorry I haven’t been on line lately
Me -Are you Morgan? Please tell me

There’s no reply and my stomach is feeling wobbly as I wait. Cuz at this point I could still be wrong about all the coincidences and if I am wrong we can go back to how everything was BEFORE I found out that my online friend DC was quite possibly a boy in my class named Morgan, back to when DC was just DC, a boy I was chatting with online, my best friend. Continue reading