Diary Of Aria Jones

Boyfriend #2

After Alic I thought I wouldn't have another boyfriend. So I went through the rest of my middle school single.

Summer was another thing all together. Yes, I'm a christian, Aria , "Pastor's kid". VBS is an annual event that's kept at church. VBS stands for Vocational Bible School. This particular year Avan decided he would come to VBS. This was my first year of VBS and I wanted to make the best of it. I would see Avan around a lot but I never spoke to him. The 5 days of VBS went by and we didn't utter a word in English to each other.

Of course, that's the mature thing to do. I came home to a Facebook message from none other but Avan Lewis himself.

Avan: hey, Aria. I saw you at VBS and I thought you were really cool.

Now being a 12 year old this was the most romantic thing ever. So I replied.

Ari: really ?? I think you are cool too.

Within 10 seconds there was already a message for me to read.

Avan: lol. Ok. Gtg. Love you.

Ari: Love you too Avan.

And... Then we were officially together. I had a boyfriend and my friends didn't.

We messaged each other on Facebook almost every Thursday. Whooaa! I know I know. We were going hard. Sometimes... We even texted twice a week. We didn't see each other for the rest of that summer but we were still messaging each other on Thursdays.

I remember I was especially shy around him. We both were shy. Whenever we saw each other at church, my heart would speed up, my palms would get sweaty. Omg. This was love. I remember one night I went to his church. I thought I would be brave and guess what.... I smiled at him and he smiled back. So that was our new thing, simply smiling at each other each time we saw each other. Man, we were risk takers!

I was laying on my bed one afternoon and a brilliant thought came to me. We didn't attend the same church so that shows how little we got to hear from each other. He used his mother's phone to Facebook so he didn't have as much opportunity to talk to me. So I made this plan: my cousin attends his church and she visits me every weekend. So why not make her the messenger. So my cousin was our new Facebook. Our system shifted a little but we picked up back with the weekly messages. As I said before, I was laying on my bed when an idea came to me.

My cousin Rena sometimes did not get all of the message through so I decided to write a love letter.

DEAR AVAN,
I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to you sooner. I really miss you. I'm sorry that I didn't get to tell you I love you too in person. I really do, I was just shocked when you said it. I love you Avan.

I remember my mother had bought a shiny lip gloss. I applied a thick layer on my lips and placed a perfect kiss on my well thought about letter.

Being the easily distracted little girl I was, I neatly folded the paper and left it in my pocket. Don't judge me, I was only 12.

My mother called me out of my room one afternoon. I went out to the washroom. "Yes mommy?"

"Who's hand writing is this?" At first I was confused and then I looked down on my neatly folded letter she now had in her hands. I could feel my heart slowly travel up to my throat. This wasn't happening. Nope.. I'm dreaming. That's right. Its just a dream.

"Aria! I'm talking to you young lady". Wow. She said young lady. She must be pretty serious.

"Mine" I muttered. Hoping she wouldn't hear.

"Bring it to your father" she replied even before I could finish uttering my response. Well wow. My father. I see. The thing is. That's my father we're talking about. I slowly walked to the stairs to enter my  room hoping that I would wake up midway the steps. But no. I reached his room door in what seemed like seconds to me. I'm overreacting. It can't be this bad .

Ye.. Why did I ever think it wouldn't have been "that bad" with the parents I had.

When I entered the room, my sister was already there. Why ?? My mother had forewarned my sister and she was here to give support. It's a letter for God's sake!  Soon after I went in, my mother came. Oh, its a full house huh? Just wonderful. I handed over the letter to my father and his eyes scanned over it for what seemed like hours.. It wasn't even 100 words! What's taking so long?

"You wrote this?", he looked up from the letter after what felt like an eternity.

"Yes daddy".

"And who is this Avan person?" he asked skeptically.

"A friend".

"Don't even lie to me Aria, how old is he ? Where is he from?"

"He's 13, he's from Love Temple" . Love Temple was the name of the church that VBS was kept every year.

"Oooh. So that's the reason you always dress extra special when going to LT?"

He continued asking more questions about Avan while my sister and mother stood on the sidelines. Just the image of them standing in the corner not facing my father's wrath seemed mocking. My sister was there however, as an example. Oh wow. What a surprise. Who would have thought. Yes. My sister was always the model figure that I should follow. Ariana at the time was 20.

"Your sister would and has never given us this problem. Out of her 20 years of living she never once had a boyfriend".

"Yea, because she's practically a nun". No. I didn't say that out loud. The key to survive a lecture for my parents is to just look at them, nod your head while inwardly praying that you make it out alive.

The result of the whole situation wasn't as bad as I thought. I just wasn't allowed to go to LT without adult supervision. I was good with that though. We only smile at each other anyways. I thought as I flipped my hair in my head.

After that lecture and the curfew did I stop smiling at Avan? Nope. I smiled even brighter. And I sometimes manage to say hi. I know, I know. We need to take it down a notch. But this was love. I could and would not let anything get in the way.

We were together up until 8th grade. And during that time we had a conversation one. Can you believe I was brave enough to ask him how he was? And guess what's the best part.... Wait for it.... He asked it back.

Facebook wasn't enough for us as we grew older. I now had my phone so each Friday night one of us would buy talk time. It was always a group of us talking though.

I remember one night in particular I had to speak to him alone on the phone and I mean the crickets outside did most of the talking. Every sound of the night was heard, the silence was too awkward. We spoke for about 10 minutes that whole night. 2 minutes conversation every other 30 minutes. Yes. Think about that for a while.

We eventually broke up. This time it was an accident. Avan told me he didn't have a girlfriend and I thought he meant we weren't together anymore when he actually meant there was none other than me. I found out that's what he meant an argument later.

It was a good break though. Afterwards we became great friends. He dances so he has a popular crew now. He puts himself together well now. And he's a totally different person. Not the dork I once "loved".

Edited by nestrosity14