Cliché // a.i.

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I got carried away doing random stuff last night and forgot to post. Sorry dudes. Don't forget to vote/comment! Happy reading! - Jessi (:

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Monday, September 15th, 2014

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Tonight is my date with Ashton.

I had History class today as well. It was awful.

I also have only a million essays due by the end of this week, so I spent the rest of my day writing and rewriting papers, drinking a dozen cups of tea, and playing my record player down to a nub.

Music helps me think. So does tea.

I put on a floral sundress, (stolen from Julie) and I waited anxiously around my dorm until Ashton phoned telling me to come downstairs.

His convertible was covered against the biting wind. It's been chilly for September. Ashton looked so casual in his collage sweatshirt and skinny jeans, that I was worried I over dressed. He assured me that I "looked gorgeous," as he helped me in to the car.

Kiss up or cliché?

Maybe both. I don't care

He took me to some sort of Italian food place, and we shared pasta. We also got to know each other.

He loves watching movies of any sort, hates cream cheese, and is a very talented drummer. (I noticed him tapping a complicated rhythm on the table as we waited for our food. He's very modest about it, but I bet he's amazing)

When we finished, he took me out to the docks, and we watched a small firework show. My heart was pounding the whole time, and my insides probably looked a lot like those fireworks.

Cliché, I know.

But it's true.

He walked me up to my dorm, and kissed my cheek at the door. He said I should call him whenever I feel lonely.

I called him as soon as he'd rounded the corner of the hall.

He came back and asked what was wrong, and I told him, "he hadn't promised me another date." He said, "another date was implied love bug."

To say I lost sleep over such a simple statement would be an understatement.

Cliché?

Maybe a little.