Kit-Kats & Love : A true story

One

I never thought I would love again.

Boy, I was so wrong.

I yawned, waking up on Shawn and I's one year, alone. We did so much together and planned to do even more. I smiled, yawning again. I wish he was here at my side, so I could fall asleep in his arms. I've only done that once or twice, and it was only a small nap. We sat together at competitions, went on a couple dates, cuddled, the usual.

You're probably confused at the competition part. We're both in Marching Band together. I was convinced by Mr. Arnold, the director, to join. I couldn't play an instrument, I decided to be part of the guard. Shawn was a drummer. If a guard member and a drummer got together it wasn't a surprise, in fact, it could be considered a cliché. I had liked my neighbor, Xiaver during this time, he felt the same, and we didn't do much. I would pick him up from his bus stop and that's it. We dated for a month. Halfway through this "relationship", I started liking Shawn. He was quiet and mysterious. We both had common likes: anime, youtubers, video games, etc. To be honest, Shawn liking me was pointed out to me from my friend Stephen. This boy has been my friend for years: ever since 1st grade. We played soccer together. He was much kinder than he was before, but he's still got a nice soul, just hates a lot of people. Sometimes I get the feeling he doesn't like me as a friend but I know he is.

I couldn't believe what I was told by Stevie. I was blind until I was told this. After this statement, I could easily tell Shawn liked me by what he did. Thing is, Shawn didn't know I liked him either. Shawn never had friends like the kind I had. He had quite the, pardon my language, but an asshole of a friend. He was always bossy over Shawn, and it always had to go Jacob's way. Shawn did have an alike friend like I did, Patrick, but he was taking cyber school. I had barely kept in touch with him due to being so busy taking honors classes, being in marching band, and many other activities.

But many people have told me that I have done good for Shawn. I was able to open him up. Get him to talk. He was more of a quiet boy. Getting him to talk more all started with a "Hello!" in the morning. I always said hello to my locker mates ever since I came to high school. I wanted to be a bit more popular. You see, Shawn and I have lockers next to each other (another cliché, huh?) because the last names for lockers go alphabetical and our last names both start with D. So it was quite the chance. Lockers and homerooms don't change either. We have the same locker and homeroom for the whole time we're in the high school.

Anyways, before I get distracted. I started liking Shawn in 10th grade. Stephen told me that he liked me. We get that. Now, since Shawn clearly wasn't going to be the one to say first he liked me, he was too shy at the moment, it was my job. It was at a band competition. Our theme that year was "Rock Art" which consisted of a Daft Punk Medley, Pompeii, and My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark, otherwise known as Light 'em Up. The guards' outfits created quite the stir in our home crowd, because they were Northampton colors, when that wasn't even the purpose. At that competition they had a candy gram stand. On a candy gram you would write the school you were part of, the name of the receiver, and a message if you wanted to.

I sent Shawn a candy gram. I wrote song lyrics as a way of telling the boy I liked him. I wrote "There's only 1 thing, 2 do, 3 words, 4 you...I love you." It was from the song 1,2,3,4 by the Plain White Tees. I wrote my name. Then I handed it to the lady and there was no turning back. The other guard members, Amber, Maggie, and Hope, were getting all excited over the fact that I had finally sent it. I was all giddy too. We had these smoothies or icees there, and may I say it must have been around 30º-40ºF out. It was cold. But everybody in the guard got one, so I wasn't the only one. My mom had come to this competition as well, but she didn't really know what I was doing and more enjoyed watching the bands, as she liked seeing them. She hogged all the blankets, so I was being cold. Maggie and Hope leaned on me often because of my ability, as I so like to call it, "portable heater".

Portable heater came around back in middle school. Though I felt like I was freezing all the time, everybody said that I was really warm and would cuddle up to me. So, to this day, I call myself a portable heater.

The competition soon ended. We had placed 2nd between Palisades and us. It was the usual. We always seemed to lose against Palisades, but we obviously are better, from crowd approval. We were the band that night that got the most amount of cheer from the audience, in fact, everywhere we performed we had a great quantity of applause.

I remember at the first competition, where I had gotten compliments on my spike. I spiked my hair for the show, as rock related spiked hair for me. Along with my hair being short, it was rather easy to point it, but it never stayed up after the performance. But when we as the band marched off the field, I remember people sitting on the hill and the one girl had shouted "I love your spike!" Ever since then I loved performing. Plus, in that show we broke down in dance and we played newer songs so it was fun.

Our captains soon came back, one holding the framed certificate and another holding the candy gram bag. I was getting nervous as they started to call out the names. Amber, the guard captain, had come over and joined us. I was all giddy with the guard. "Shawn!" They called out. I watched him grab the candy from Sam, and hid behind the guard, getting even more giddy. I watched him over Hope's shoulder as he read the kit-kat. He then looked over at me, which caused me to hide even more. Next, I saw him show his parents. I started to hide even more behind the guard. They were squealing about him getting the candy gram from me. I was getting really nervous. I didn't mean to ignore the boy, but when we started walking back to our bus, the guard started to push me towards Shawn. I was really red at this point. The one time they pushed me so hard that I almost knocked the poor kid down.

On the bus ride home, my mom had kind of forced me to sit with Shawn. We started talking about small things like our likes and such. I mentioned him coming to my house the next day to hang out. We were just talking. Then, the drumline captain, Joey, comes up and says that we can't sit next to each other. I don't put up a fuss, as I've had some troubles with him already, and ask Hope if I can sit next to her. Of course I'm allowed. The rest of the night I remained pissed at Joey, but dealt with it since I had plans with Shawn tomorrow.

And this was just the start.

But what about before the ship sailed?