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Remember Freshmen Friday?

We were fifteen. It was our first week in high school and low and behold, it was Friday. I didn't think they'd actually do anything. They even stopped putting it into movies, the least I thought this generation would do was still... well do it. We've all heard of it. Middle class men were taught to fear it. Seniors were taught to love it. And Freshmen were forced to tolerate it. Two words, Freshmen. Friday. That old event that was meant to die down with bell bottoms and Disco Sundays.

But they still did it. And that's exactly how you ended up in the hospital. Someone decided to pour lemonade on me and you were standing to close so it got on you too. I didn't care that it got on me but I was literally hyperventilating with the thought that you might be hurt. 

See, what those little shits didn't know was that you were deathly allergic to lemons. I've never been so scared for you. Not even that time you almost got hit by that car but I'll save that for another chapter. 

You started breathing heavily and grabbing at your neck. I didn't know what it was at first. I just thought that you were being over-dramatic like you normally do. So I pushed your arm. That's when I got concerned. See you, Blade, your like a brick wall. I've tried everything. I tried tackling you rugby style, football style, I got a running start and jumped on your back, I've tried it all and not once did you ever fall. Not even loose your footing in the slightest.

But as I lightly pushed you, you basically fell to the floor. Your face was turning all sorts of colors and your veins on your arms, hands, and face started to become more prompted. If it wasn't for your hair you would have looked like that guy, Alex, while in the Beastly character. 

I walked up to the girl that did it and demanded to know what it was that she poured on me. I lost basically all my senses or else I would have licked some off my face or something to figure it out. I was soaked in it. The slight sting to my eyes surprisingly went unnoticed, though.

The girl started laughing in my face and that's when things got real. 

Her friends were standing behind her laughing along but it only took one glance at you to know that this was no laughing matter. 

You looked as if you were having a heart attack and no one cared. No one gave a fucking shit that you were just about dying before their eyes. I was seeing red. I don't know what I did. Some say that I attacked the girl and broke her arm so they called the police, others say that I attacked the girl and knocked her out so they called the police. Either way I got someone to call the police and they brought an ambulance. I thank God for my short temper and deep caring for you. If I didn't attack her the ambulance would have never came.

You would have died, Blade.

Right there in the school hallway and only into the first week of high school. 

I think that that just wasn't our year. From me being attacked at summer camp to you almost dying in the school hallway. But through it all at least we had each other. 

What a sappy line, right? Straight from that romantic movie my mom forced me to watch that I latter burned. 

But it's true. If it wasn't for you that guy would have killed me. If it wasn't for me the ambulance would have never came and if they did it would have been too late. 

We're like each other's saviors... When do I start getting paid for this? It's not an easy job. Between you and me, your pretty reckless.

I stayed with you at the hospital after that. I wouldn't leave until you were walking through those glass doors with me. I always hated hospitals. That annoying smell of meds and chemicals. The doctors always telling you that they didn't know what was happening. That they would get back to you with further information at a latter time. Telling you that they don't think that person is going to make it with faulty sympathetic looks on their faces. 

It's down right, border line unbearable. 

And you were in there for two weeks. Our moms would take turns bringing us our school work, like we would actually bother with it. Teachers are such uncaring people. Your mother could be in the hospital on her death bed dying and they would still expect you to turn in homework. They know full and well that if their mother was in the hospital the last thing that would be on their mind would be grading some kid's essay. 

I remember a lot of kids coming up to you and saying sorry. I remember you going off on those kids for giving you unnecessary sympathy. You were always one to not except feelings to well. Is that why we never talked about the felling between you and I? Because don't think I don't notice you looking at me. All glazed eyed and soft smile. I know the look in your eyes. I know you more then I know myself. I give you that same look when your not looking. Yet we never talked about it. 

You were shocked, as was I, to hear that the girl who poured the drink on me had a broken arm and nose along with a fractured jaw. That's how I got my bad ass title. It took you 'til the next year until you got yours. I'll leave that for the next entry because we all know that that day is definitely worthy of an entry. 

I know these chapters are short. I also know that you get distracted easily. That's the only reason. Short and simple. That's the only way I know you'll read. It's the only way you can know how I felt on these days because we all know that I'm not going to just come out and tell you. Ha! That's not how we roll, Babe.

So for know, I'll leave it at this. Maybe I should start adding some of our song quotes into this, make it extra Rom-com-ism. Not saying that we have some type of romance going on. Even though we do... but at the same time don't... I don't know.

And yes I do blame you for that.

I think that may be the only way you know for sure that it's me writing this, I have to blame you for at least one thing each chapter. 

I still love you though, Mr. Dimples.

I think that's the thing I missed the most when you were in the hospital that time during Freshmen year, I couldn't tease you for your dimples. Because what big bad ass guy has dimples when they smile? 

Only you, Blade, even if you don't let anyone see them except for me. 

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So it's been forever since I've updated. I would say that a lot's been going on, that I have a super busy life filled with friends and work and school and kids and the whole shindig but that would be lying. Extreme, over the top, you-probably-shouldn't-listen-to-a-word-I-say, lying. I'm going to make this note short seeing as I barley fell like moving right now... I hope you enjoy this update. I'll post the next in no sooner then a week. 

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