The Best Feeling Ever

The best feeling ever? When Amy, I mean Cassie, laughs out loud at something I’ve said. It tickles my insides. Going with her to a movie is better than Disney Land or anything imaginable. Not only does it certify me as the coolest guy on the planet but she is HAPPY when we hang out. She laughs and she’s so easy going, she’s thin and light and so was the skirt she was wearing, and she’s shorter than me, THUMBS UP!

So if you disregard the age difference (I haven’t asked her what her age is because I’m smart enough to know it’s not socially acceptable to ask women over the age of twenty-something what their age is, but I do know she’s a teacher, and if you factor in a university degree I’d say she’s 26? 28?), so what was I saying? Yes, if you disregard the age difference, which in my opinion shouldn’t matter, then I’d say we’re perfect for one another. She says I’m so easy to get along with.

I could spend all day writing about Cassie’s great qualities but I will update you on our movie night. I don’t exactly remember what the movie was about, because all my brain could register was that I was in a dark theater beside the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I said, whenever she laughed it tickled my insides and I wanted to just grab her and kiss her, which was pretty much all I thought about throughout the entire movie.

After the show I was too embarrassed to ask her to drive me anywhere (so I took the bus home), and I didn’t offer to do anything afterwards like go for coffee, but instead I said I’d left my little dog at home and needed to let her out to go pee, so I had to go home.

I should have asked her to go for a walk. What do grown-ups do after a date? I mean, you know, in the early stages of a relationship? Like casual things. In romantic movies they always end up going for a walk at night and finding a lonely park where the guy pushes the girl on the swing. But there are no parks close by to down town.

Oh well, I was way too riled up to stay around Amy for longer than the two hour movie anyway. I doubt I could have been able to keep up any sort of decent conversation, when all I could focus on was her rosy lips and perfect hips.

Oh Amy…

The Mall Is A Magical Place – Part Three (Texting)

Me and Cassey’s (aka Amy) texts:

-Let’s see a movie (I wrote this when we parted ways in the mall)

The reply came after supper that evening:

-I don’t think that would go over too well with my fiance
-That you went to see a show with some kid?
-lol good point
-Thanks for hanging out at the mall 🙂
-no problem, you were a great help with the kids
-I was?
-yes 🙂
-I might go see a movie anyway by myself
-Then I might bump into you
-?
-I do need to get out of the house. All I do is babysit
-No friends?
-Not here, we just moved here
-you and your fiance?
-I’m living with my sister until he finally comes home so we can look at houses to buy
-he’s not around?
-no, he’s never around. works on the oil rigs.
-you going to be a rigger’s wife?
-I was hoping he’d get a different job
-hoping?
-I told him last year that I don’t like it when he’s never around, the rig job doesn’t work for me
-what did he say?
-that it makes lots of money
-so? I’d chose working at mcdonalds if that meant more days with you
-well you’re 15
-almost 16. If you’re a teacher you already make decent money don’t you?
-Not that great but we wouldn’t be broke if he took a lesser paying job
-Can he take vacation time? in the summer?
-he could have taken the summer off but didn’t want to lose the money
-all hail the great and magnificent god of money
-lol, I’m going to go see a movie
-which one?
-The Heat at 7:30
-That’s the same one I’m going to tonight!
-lol, you’re sweet. I guess I do need to make some friends
-Yep, I’m the perfect ‘friend’
-We’ll have to see
-I may be standing around trying to decide on snacks so you might run into me
-You should stand out of the way then
-and miss the opportunity to be run into by you? Not a chance
-lol

The Mall Is a Magical Place – Part Two

I could tell you about Amy’s bratty little niece and nephew and how annoying they are but I don’t fully remember. All I remember is Amy dressed in a summer dress, her red hair flowing around her shoulders and her gorgeous smile. When she gave me that smile, as I approached her at the mall, I knew she didn’t mind the black hair and new look.

“I honestly don’t remember seeing you at the garage sale.” She said in her soft, sing-song voice. I didn’t say ‘just imagine me 40 pounds heavier with boring brown hair and ugly clothes’, instead I said “I dyed my hair.”

Amy’s real name is Cassey. She’s amazing. She’s soft spoken and always nice to the brat kids (they don’t deserve her), she’s got a friendly manner and positive outlook on everything. She thinks I’m funny and nothing irritates her. We got icecream for the kids and ourselves but I couldn’t eat much of it, because I was nervous and because every time Amy (Cassey) took a lick of her icecream my stomach tightened up and I had to look away, it was much too wonderful to watch.

The best part was when we were parting ways.
The brats had become overly annoying and Amy said they needed a nap. She was heading for her car and I had taken the bus so I was heading in the other direction, too embarrassed to ask for a ride. Then she said,

“I don’t have to watch the kids in the evening.”

I froze. I couldn’t even think straight, was she asking me to ask her on a date? My tongue was tied, like they say “tongue-tied”, that’s exactly what it felt like, tied up in a knot.
She smiled then and walked away.

When I finally recovered from my trance I send her a text:

-Let’s see a movie 🙂

From The Beginning…

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Read my story from the beginning here ^_^

Thank you to those who have been following this blog from the very beginning . I’d like to give you a virtual hug! (H)

And those of you who haven’t read any of Alanna’s blog you can start from the very beginnng right here here 🙂

I had a Dream about Justin Bieber…

I  can’t control what I dream about okay!
I fell asleep in class today (again) and I had a dream about Justin Bieber, yes… I did. I apologize, but I was compelled to share this with you. Continue reading

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