21 Reasons

Feb 2nd, 2004

So, I know I haven't written in this for a while. (I won't lie, I totally forgot I even had this journal) But I found it lying under a pile of books in my room and decided to let you know what's going on again in my life. 

It's been less than a month, but we're already dating. By we, I assume you know I'm talking about William. 

He met my parents even, and he said that this was the first time he ever met a girl's parents. Which made me flutter inside, which never happens to me either. 

One thing you should know about me is that I am a strong willed, stubborn headed girl who uses her sarcastic attitude to purposely piss of other people. That's how Mary describes me anyway. 

For some reason, Will fell for that. I couldn't ever give you a logical explanation as to of why a man with such intellect and fine demeanor would go for a girl like me, but he says that I'm a challenge. And I quote, "you're frisky, and it's really hot."

I laughed when he said that. 

Also, I want to tell you how we got together. It's a sweet story actually, my first true romantic moment you could say. I don't count Lewis Boger (aka Booger, because he picked his nose all day long) from first grade, he was a player. You don't know this but he asked me out one day and then the next he cheated on me with Christian Robertson, after the stupid, blonde, pigtailed bitch gave him all her goldfish. 

Anyway, William and I had been hanging out for practically that whole week we started talking. He sat at my lunch table and we laughed and flirted a bit during class, it became a routine for us. But, I am really going to sound like I'm from Mean Girls, but on January 24th, he asked me out. It wasn't really romantic, it was more like, "Do you want to go out?" 

Of course I said yes, after I slapped his arm for being so blunt. But in all honesty, I didn't mind. I wouldn't want anything cheesy, I would have been embarrassed and it's just not my style. William knows that by now, though. 

We have been going strong since then, not much has been happening, we haven't even kissed yet. I don't know why, other than we just haven't had the chance yet. My parents watch us like hawks every time he comes over, so it's practically impossible. And at school we are too busy with our school work and stuff to slip away long enough to make out or whatever. Though, don't get me wrong, the urge increases daily. My boyfriend is fucking hot, you can't blame me.  

Oh! I forgot to say that Mary is now dating his best friend, Finn, which is cool I guess. We can double date and do all that kind of crap that cliché couples do. 

My first official date with him was yesterday by the way. It was so sweet, and perhaps the wildest night of my life. 

It started out when he picked me up, at promptly 6:30pm, and we drove around for a while. We ended up in downtown and parked. All of downtown was lit up with lights still leftover from Christmas and, for some unknown reason, William thought it was a good idea to go ice skating. So, we rented some skates and started to skate. Problem was, William sucked at ice skating. 

It was pretty funny actually, he walked like Bambi for an hour or so before he got off the wall long enough to hold my hand and slowly slide along. That was, until he wiped out. 

He ended up falling on his knee and groaning in pain long enough that I ended up driving him to the hospital in his own car. It turned out his knee was just badly bruised, I made sure to make fun of him all night for that. 

He was really embarrassed and upset though, he felt guilty that he 'messed up our first date' but truthfully, it was the best date I ever had. It took a week for his knee to heal, but I still make fun of him for being clumsy, he's such a goofball. 

Since then, we have been on a few more dates. We spent one night under the stars, eating chocolate covered strawberries while covering ourselves in a few layers of blanket to ward off the cold air. And another night was spent eating at KFC and pranking the workers by drowning my arm in ketchup as I dramatically cried out that my arm was bleeding. One worker really fell for it and called an ambulance. And that;s when we made our way out as quickly as possible. 

I remember William telling me that night that he had never really done anything like that, other than trying drugs a few times, in which I slapped him upside the head for. 

I won't lie, it worried me that he tried them. I was afraid that he would do it again soon, but he reassured me that he wouldn't because if his mom or dad found out they would skin him alive.

I promise I will write more, but I have to go to school now. I hate Monday's, honestly. 

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