Counting Teardrops

It was already Friday night? Time flies faster than I expected.

I don't know why, but I wanted to impress Louis. I had on a new top, new Converse shoes, and some lip gloss. I'm not a big fan of makeup, but lipgloss doesn't hurt.

I was at Louis's house at exactly six thirty. No earlier, no later. I brought my book bag, but it only had my pencil bag, notebook, book, and calendar in it. I don't go anywhere without my calendar.

Louis opened the door with a big smile on his face.

"Hi, Al!" he said giving me a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Hey Louis!" I said back.

He lead me upstairs to his bedroom, which was actually a pretty good size.

"You can put your bag down," he said. "Alright." I said. I put my bag by his bed along with my shoes.

"I cleaned my room for you, ya know. You should be glad. It was a mess!" he said.

"Hahaha. You didn't have to. I couldnt have been worse that mine." I reassured him.

"I wouldn't picture you as a messy girl! I mean your beautiful blonde hair straightened to perfection everyday. Your locker all neat and organized." he said.

"Well thanks, but my room is like a black hole." I said blushing.

"Well from what I've gotten to know about you, I can say that you are a pretty cool gal." he said. He sat down on his bed and directed me to do the same.

"I've never met a girl more beautiful than you are." he said in that soft voice again. He scooted closer and took my hand in his.

"I've never met someone who will put up with me like you do before," I said honestly. Louis had a hinge smile on his face when I said that. I could tell he didn't actually want to work on our project.

He made the first move. He leaned in, we kissed. Not for a long time, but enough to know that we weren't going I quit for a while.

Louis slid his hands around my waist and pulled me onto the bed. Things weren't going to go THAT far, but he kissed me and held me for what seemed like forever.

Forever spent in Louis's arms.

He was the first to suggest that we work a little bit.

"Crap, I left my book in my locker!" Louis said.

"that's alright. I got mine in my book bag. We can share it." I said.

"Thanks babe!" he said. He grabbed my bag for me and pulled out my book.

"Whats this?" Louis asked pointing to my calendar.

"Oh, that's just my calendar." I said.

He flipped through about three pages until he said "Why all the marked dates, love?"

"Long story." I said.

"I've got time." he said smirking.

So that's when I told him about counting the days that I haven't cried. I told him about how I was bullied and how I cried all the time, so my grandmother suggested I count and see how many days I could go without crying.

When my grandmother passed, I was determined to go at least three years without shedding a tear. I've been counting the days ever since.

"Wow," Louis said.

"Ya, it's weird, I know." I said.

"No, it's not wierd! It's amazing. So all those marks are for the days you haven't cried?" he asked.

"Pretty much," I said.

"I haven't even gone that long." Louis said as he put an arm around me. It felt good to have someone understand how I feel.

"I know I've only known you for a couple weeks," he said. "But for some crazy reason,"

"Ya?" I said.

"I think I'm in love with you." he said as he sealed his words with a long, sweet kiss.

It was officially the best night of my life.