Austin Cowler, My Story

IV

It was eighth grade, third quarter of school, and I was ready for the year to be over. I was lonely, bored, and tired of the same routine every fucking day. But that's when it happened; I got a boyfriend, like, fucking finally. I'm not going to use his real name for privacy reasons, but let's call him John for the sake of the story.

It started when I was in a Skype call with a friend of mine who went to a different school than me. We were talking to each other for a good thirty to forty-five minutes when he said, "hang on, i'm gonna' add a friend of mine to the call". So he added him, introduced him, said he was gay, and we all talked for another hour or so. Eventually, my friend had to leave so it was just John and I left in the call. We continued to talk until about 3:00am when we both passed out, tired as hell.

The next day, he called me on Skype and we kept talking to each other. by the end of the call, we had each other's kik. We chatted on that often, as friends, just talking about normal shit and what not. It just kinda stayed at that level for about a week, you know. Just random chit chat and banter and what not.

However, we both started getting more and more involved in one another until one day, as I was walking out of school, I asked him out via kik. He said yes and at that point we were dating. It lasted for seven months after that, involving small dates at Starbucks, at the movies, etc. It was nice, and we were happy. Until we eventually followed the same path most relationships do by crashing into a pile of shit. Yup, absolute shit, and the real terrible part is how it happened. Like, it just did, you know? we blamed each other, but in reality it would've happened no matter what we did.

Anyway, it all started to burn when I went out of town during summer. I was gone for about two weeks and we didn't talk much during that time. I was writing him a song, as most lame cliche boyfriends do. However, I never finished with it because I was about halfway done when I began receiving paragraph after paragraph about I was ignoring him and how I ruined our relationship. After hours of desperate texting, he finally spilled that he cheated on me, except there was a catch, it was with the person who fucking introduced us.

Oh well, the past is in the past, and he still blames me for the breakup (i think. i mean, we don't talk). but whatever happened, happened, so I said ok, screamed into my pillow for what felt like eternity, and eventually sucked it up and tried to forget that fucker.

So that was the delightful story of my first boyfriend. Next, let's talk about marching band camp. It was my first time being part of something at the high school, and it was three weeks before school started. I was on the drum line and I had no idea what I was doing at first. I got the hang of it though, and it was pretty fun to be honest, but that's all for the next chapter.