Love is Our Resistance

8/30/05

Dear Dan,

I am currently in your closet. Never thought I'd say that in my life. Though I guess I may as well explain why anyway.

So, after I suggested it, you seriously agreed I could spend the night at yours on Friday. I'm not going to lie. I flipped out. You spent hours with me that night, and right after it's over, you wanted to do it again? For longer? You're a mysterious creature, Dan.

I mean, I didn't flip out in a bad way, of course! I was ecstatic! I just don't really understand the standards of friendship very well. Or why, after years of having no one come anywhere near me, a boy would just show up out of the blue and want to be around me all the time. You must be pretty special. Or like, a wizard or something. Yer a wizard, Danny!

I apologize for the fact that I am alive.

ANYWAY.

When I asked my mum if I could spend the night, she looked at me like I was insane. I've never had to ask that question before... Isn't that embarrassing? This is my first sleepover. But I am glad it's with you.

So Friday finally, FINALLY got here after what seemed like ages. I walked to your house around 4. When I walked up to your doorstep, my heart was beating out of control. My breathing was all shaky and I couldn't keep my hands still. I was so nervous! I don't really know why. Just was.

The fact that your house is enormous didn't really help. I mean, it didn't look that big from the sidewalk, but once I got to the doorstep, it seemed to loom over me with menacingly large doors and windows.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and reached a fist up to knock on the door. Unfortunately, you must've seen me come up from the window or something, because you opened the door as soon as I did so. I fell forward and went sprawling across the floor onto your feet, my bag landing on my head.

You immediately started to giggle, which was rather infectious. Soon we were both dying of laughter, me still clinging to your ankles.

I finally rolled off your feet and looked up to see a short, pretty lady standing over me with a rather confused look on her face.

"Greetings."
I smiled up at her.

"Stand up, you spork."
You chuckled.

So I did, and spun around to face who I assumed to be your mum. She did look a lot like you. Her brown hair went down to her waist, and she was just about the same height as myself.

"You must be Phil."
She smiled warmly and stuck her hand out to shake mine.

"I've heard... probably too much about you."

That's when you grabbed my arm and began dragging me away towards the staircase.

"boY OH BOY THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT LETS JUST GRAB OUR THINGS AND MOVE RIGHT ALONG."

You babbled, your mum laughing hysterically in the background.

"Come back down when you get hungry!"
She called after us.

You continued to hold tightly onto my arm as you led me up the stairs and down a long corridor, though I probably could've followed you from there. I didn't mind, though.

You have a very beautiful home, if I do say so myself. The walls of the hallway were painted a deep shade of red, each lined with countless photos in gold frames. I tried to look at each of them as we passed by, (as I mentioned before, I'm artsy and extremely observant of things like this) but we were moving a bit too fast for me to be able to look very closely. I mostly saw a lot of you, your mum, and two little girls. One had brown hair like yours and your mum's, and the other's was jet black, like the color mine is now. The one with the black hair seemed to be at least a few years older.