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.

The Longing That Burns Inside His Heart…

What’s in the box?

I have no idea what to expect.

The box is big but not too heavy.

It sounds like there is something shifting around on the inside when I carry it up the stairs. I don’t want to shake it too much, until I see what is in there. I set the box down in my room.

I’m not really a princess…

I like to think of my life as a Cinderella story, only opposite. My two older sisters are not step-sisters but real sisters, although you wouldn’t know it by looking at me and them. They are twins, tall, blonde, beautiful and cheerful. I’m short, have dark hair, glasses and I’m not cheerful. Alright I suppose naturally I have dirty blonde hair, and I’m actually quite giddy and cheerful, on the inside. But I choose to keep my expression monotone for the sake of having to explain my good mood to others who want to share in it, no, others who want to suck all my cheerfulness up for themselves, like leeches. And I suppose I should tell you that I don’t even really need glasses. I wear fashion glasses because I can ‘hide’ behind them. Why? Because I’m an introvert. Not one of those negative, moody introverts, but rather someone with her own inner world who finds the outer world distracting, unnecessary and not to mention physically, emotionally and spiritually draining. I don’t know anyone else who is like this except my friend DC. I don’t bother explaining it to people, I noticed that most people don’t want to listen, they just want to suggest ways they think I could change my outlook on life.