The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #4.2: 2-27-14

Just to let you know, I had a hard time deciding on I I should write this entry. It is, as I'm writing this, 9:35pm. My right wrist hurts, and so does my injured ankle, and I'm just plainly exhausted. But I promised I would. And I keep my promises.

My second dilemma was WHO my introduction entry should be on. My Bestfriend Libby, or my Bestfriend-that-I'm-in-love-with David. I had felt bad that Libby has yet to be mentioned. Whereas David is in every entry. But using that fact, it seems more logical to do an intro to David. And so here it is.

David-

I guess he's a half inch shorter than me. Or maybe the same height as me. That's something I haven't kept track of. He's the perfect, and I mean perfect, body. He's chubby, and yet, kind of toned. It's hard to describe. He has dark brown -almost black- hair, and dark chocolate eyes. He always wears a sweatshirt, not including the summer.

I actually have a favorite sweater I like on him. Is that weird? And a favorite shirt. Is that weirder? Oh well.

He's such an amazing guy. His life revolves around music. He's a percussionist, and my favorite thing I like to watch him play is the piano. It mesmerizes me. My favorite qualities about him is that he loves and cares for his family. His family is always first. And he absolutely loves working with kids. Especially special ed kids. It warms my heart how much he adores kids. I also love how fixed he is on his future. He knows what he wants to be, what to major and minor in, and even has back-up plans. He wants to be a band director.

I guess one of my absolute favorite things about him is how much he cares and worries about his friends. He is a down-to-earth, whole-hearted guy who has beautiful values in life.

And that's only his characteristics I've shared so far.

When we first formally met, in second Semester of my Freshman year, I was really shy. And it was out Christmas concert. And since I play the string bass, I was partially grouped with the percussionists. So when we were done playing our part, it was choir's turn to get on stage. The band stayed on stage, and the percussionists when off stage, (stage left to be more exact). Before the concert, the band teacher told me to go with them.

At the time, I was shy enough to be shy about going off stage with them. But when it was time, David invited me to sit next to him. So I did. David was to my right, and another percussionist, and his friend, Joe, was sitting across from him. We introduced ourselves.

"Hey there." I said in a hushed voice.

"Hey! What's up?" He whispered back.

We had to be quiet. There was still a concert going on!

"My heels are killing me!" I exasperated"

"I bet."

"So, what's you're name?"

"Well, I have two names!"

"Uhh, huh?

"Well, there's David, and then you could call me [****]"

"Uuhhhh?"

"Ehh, it doesn't matter what you call me."

"Okay then..."

[**** for the privacy of all my friends, his last name will not be shared. But the point he was saying, is that his first, middle, and last names can all be used as a first name]

Well, since it was the Christmas concert, I had a Santa hat, that had a baseball rim on it as well. I was a bit nervous, and my hand was in the hat, (which had to be a foot and a half tall) and I was wiggling my fingers. He looked at what I was doing. He laughed quietly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You're fingering the poofy ball!"

This... People....is where I was introduced to his pervertedness.

We had many conversations that night, during the concert. At one point, we were exclaiming quietly, "in the HOOD yo!"

And I snapped my fingers. "Thats it! I know what I'll call you now! Since you won't really tell me what the hell to call you, I'll nickname you Hood!"

The next day, I got my nickname.

"Who asked for Sharpies for Christmas???" My secret Santa asked out.

"I did!" I said shyly, sitting next to Hood, who practically made me sit by him.

When I opened my sharpies, and put them in my huge pencil case of sharpies, his eyes gleamed as he said, "From now on, I'll call you Sharpie!"

And to this day, he still does. I occasionally call him Hood, but my mom and brother call him Hood more than I do. Now that I know him by his name, I call him by David.

Now, there are SO MANY memories I can share with you. But, then I could just write a trilogy of the things we've done and such. Just from a year of knowing eachother. But I've still more to tell you. Just a little.

Since then, I've met his family, and he's met most of mine. We've walked to his house, and we've walked to my house. We've walked to my house in the rain too. That was fun.

But one favorite memory I have, is when I was in the hospital. Before I had my ankle surgery, he told me he was GOING to visit. I said as long as he could, I would love it. And he did. He caught me when I was pretending to sleep. He bought me flowers from the gift shop. And when his mom and brother had to go, he stayed with me as long as he was allowed to stay. (Until visiting hours ended).

I was on some pretty hard drugs. So bad, I really couldn't feed myself. I would get so "head nautious" as I put it, I couldn't even keep my eyes open. So he fed me too. He spoon fed me my dinner! I thought that was so sweet.

I still think it is.

And now, most of the times I say goodbye to him, I have to hold back the urge to say "I love you" to him. Because it seems natural to tell him. In my head, I say I love you every time we part. I want to say it out loud. It just seems like I should. You know how it's automatic to say I love you to your parents or grandparents, because you DO love them... And it's a given? That how it feels like with David.

And I don't know why.

And just so you know. I've always liked him. From the start. It just evolved to love. First it was interest. Then into a silly crush. Then, honestly, into desperation, to love, and now, I just know. I'm in love with this guy. Some times I wonder why.

It's obvious, however, that it would be difficult to live without him. He cares for me. He gives me support, and he's just a wonderful person. And I love him. To the core.

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-ahem- excuse the sappy love thing. It's true,I love him a lot. And it IS part if the introduction to include meh feelins for the person. So, yeah. That was the introduction to the person I love, and my next bestfriend. Mr. David. He never fails to make me smile.

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That's the end of Entry 4.2, and I hope to see all my readers next episode. Haha. See you soon guys!