Eleven-Eleven (ON HOLD)

Yes. Yes. And God I hope.

Sorry it's been awhile. Sorry I haven't updated pretty much ANYTHING in pretty much FOREVER. My life has been SO messed up. I had walls up for a reason. And somehow, someone managed to beak them down. I'm good now. I think.(:

Kace.(:

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I decided I needed to open the note. I clipped the clip that Joyce had put on it (because Brian was known for reading...) and sighed. I unfolded one fold. Then another. Another. I looked at the piece of paper. It now lay in front of me, folded hamburger style, once. One more unfold and it'd be open. One.

One. Two. Three.

I peeled the paper apart, and tore my eyes from it. I didn't read it. Couldn't. I turned to Anna and mouthed "Read it. Tell me if I want to know."

I watched her eyes roll down the paper. She was a fast reader, and it took her awhile to read it. I wasn't sure if that was good, or bad.

Finally she looked up, confused.

"I don't get it. You asked her for a favor, so what?" she mouthed, handing it back.

She read the wrong side. Wow. I loved her. And she was book smart. But Lord she had no common sense whatsoever.

This time, I forced myself to look at the paper. I started reading somewhere in the middle, because that's usually where she "gets to it." When I realized what I was reading made no sense, I decided to start at the top.

Oh yeah, I know why you wouldn't trust her. Totally understandable. I mean, you've heard the things she's said to people just to mess with them. She really thinks she's just messing around, but she takes it all a little to far.

God this went on forever. Maybe I didn't get it because I didn't start low enough on the page.

I love her and all, just like I know everyone else does, but jeez. Seriously. Maybe we should invest in a new friend. Really.

I skipped another three lines.

And that time she called Jen a

....

Three more lines. I needed a new relayer. Leslie and I may end up becoming very close... That, or Brian is going to break his pencil a lot more often.

Or when...

Dear Lord.

Anyways... He said it was true.

THANK YOU! Wait. Wait, wait, wait, and hold it. True.? It was? What?

I read it. Again.

And again. And again.

Four times satisfied me.

It was true. He liked me. Yes. And I liked him. I just wonder for how long. How long has he liked me? How long will it last? Will it last, period? If it doesn't, will he still be my friend? My mind was overflowing with questions.

Something in me told everything else to STFU, for once I was happy. And for some reason, everything in me listened.

Lunch came after the all call. I had eighth graders, some I didn't even know, asking me if it was true, if I even really liked him, if I thought it could last.

Yes. Yes. And God I hope.