Missing You Hurts Too Much

Day 6: 2-7-18

2-7-18:Blue
Drugs. Alcohol. This is where they come in. I'd tried many types of beer, but never drugs. Not because it was a sin or it was bad. Just because I could never get my hands on them. Though I had vaped, but that's nothing. Everyone talked about their high stories and about munchies. Showering to become somewhat sober. Alisa talked too. They all promised to get together and that my first time would be with them. It would be safe. I know it would because I do trust them. Mario even teased me. About how I'd be close with Alisa and how high sex is fun. That we'd get all touchy feely, but most of all the passion there'd be. I'd blushed so many times. I even started being a bit cheesy. I got Alisa blushing the entire time. Talking about writing our initials on trees "A+A", ship names though none seemed to fit, and how I couldn't sleep because her essence clouded my mind. An 8th grade friend walks in later. She asks a cause question. "Wait do you guys like each other?" She looks at Alisa and myself. We both nod and blush. "Aww. That's so cute!" She says. "I know right!" Mario exclaims. He then makes us sit right next to each other. It doesn't matter who was sitting in the chair next to me, but it wasn't her so he pushes them off. He then says, " Let me see both of your hands.". I say, " Ugh. I'm sorta self conscious about my hands. I don't like them.". " Why? They're beautiful." Alisa says. We look at each other and blush yet again. Just then, Mario intertwines our hands. Hers is rough, but I like it. It's soft at the same time. It's like our hands were made to fit perfectly together. Molded and sculpted exactly. Thanks to Mario I held her hand. I held her in my arms. I was cheesy again and smelled her hair. "I'm going to smell your hair." I say. "Uh-huh." She nods. "Mmm. Your hair smells nice." I say with my eyes closed. It was the most pure feeling ever. I felt her blush. I heard her heartbeat. It was all beautiful. Her hair, like her sweater, smelled smoky and mixed with little perfume. I loved the smell so much that it drove me crazy. 2-7-18. It was our special day. You could say it's the day we became official. Suddenly that's the date scribbled on papers, written on our hands, marked in sharpie on the sweater. I ruined such a nice sweater with that. Too bad.