HOW TO FALL APART AND GET STITCHED BACK TOGETHER // DALLAS WINSTON

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This is one of Jordyn's journal entries, for anyone confused. 

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Sunday, December 3rd

Holy fuck do I have a lot to catch you up on. So, remember that guy that I liked? How could you not, he's all I write about in this stupid thing. Anyway, we got together on Friday. Dallas Winston. I got together with Dallas flipping Winston. Yeah, I'm still in shock, too. I thought he was out of my league and he didn't want anything to do with me. Oh, how wrong I was. He likes me.

The full story is when we were out to the movies on Friday, he asked me to go back to Buck's with him after. I accepted and we met up there later that night. That's when good turned into great. We ended up getting drunk and the last thing I could remember is sitting at the bar. I woke up in his bedroom. I decide then and there that it's the perfect opportunity to profess my undying love for this dude. He was still sleeping when I started talking, but he woke up and cut me off halfway through. Guess what he told me. He said we MADE OUT ON A POOL TABLE. A pool table. A fucking pool table. That's so not even my brand.

We ended up spending the whole night together just talking. He kissed me on the forehead, like, five times. He let me touch his hair, it was really soft. Just like I thought it would be. He let me put eyeliner on him. He looked so good. I also raided his box of records and saw he had Pretty. Odd. We listened to it and I fell asleep in his arms when Northern Downpour came on. If I think about it too hard, I'll start crying.

On Saturday I was run over by this anxiety bus, because the reality of it all came crashing back. I have a lot of anxiety getting into new relationships. I went downstairs and Dallas is cooking breakfast, and I go and sit at the bar and I make conversation. Then, he passes me the world winning worst breakfast of all time. Three charred strips of bacon and five cigarettes. I don't even smoke cigarettes! He knows that! We also agreed to not tell the gang we were together yet, and just wait and see how long it takes them to find out. We went over there and saw everybody and nobody had a clue. It was honestly pretty funny. I watched Dally eat a crayon.

I was having on and off anxiety about the whole relationship situation the whole day, so by the time we went back to Buck's that night I had to ask him what he thought we were, to avoid any miscommunication. I ask him if we're a boyfriend-girlfriend thing, to which he replies "I dunno." That definitely made me feel like shit.

So, I ended up sobbing and pouring my heart out onto poor Dallas. Did I go overboard? Probably. I told him about everything. How much he actually meant to me and how I didn't want anything between us to end. We agreed to stay together.

I don't know how long this'll last, but I'm going to savor every moment of it. There's still a lot to worry about, he doesn't know my big secret and my brain is jumping sixteen steps ahead. I need to slow down and take things one day at a time, but for me that's nearly impossible.

I'll write in here again the next time I see him,

                            - Jordyn

 ______________________Author's Note_____________________

Hey y'all, this is just another filler chapter. These journal plots are gonna be around  a lot, but every other chapter is a full length one. Expect more content soon! Chapter three is coming sometime at the end of this week. That one is a fun one. Make sure to follow me on Instagram to see my chapter sneak peaks (leonellowinston). 

Thanks for being swaggy.