You can either start happy or end happy, but you can't have it both ways. Starting happy is great. Starting happy is easy. No one wants to deny themselves happiness. It never stays easy.
We begin with the party. Megan has work at 5, Dustin's party starts at 6. I come over early because hey, it's something to do. It doesn't take long for me to realize that I won't know anybody. Around 6, the first bunch of guys show up. 4 or 5. 3 or 4 cute ones. As more people arrive, some girls, I chat with them and ask who the guys are because the girls seemed more friendly. They're asses. They're elitists. Don't bother trying to talk to them. And it's okay because I wasn't planning on it.
Fast forward and it's now say, 7? 8? I don't know. Megan's not there yet. I'm outside, contemplating whether I should go in away from the bugs or stay out to talk to the one person that wasn't Dustin that I had met previously. It's somewhat dark. This boy tells me I should go swimming with him. I say I don't have a bathing suit. That's okay, I don't either. I say sorry, it's too buggy and I go inside. I had no idea who it was, anyway.
Now we're at 10ish. Megan's here. She says it looks like a Myspace party. It did. She asked if I had been talking to people. I say yeah, most of them at least a few words, except for the elite ones. She says hi to the elite ones. She says she never sees them anymore. I laugh to myself. She didn't know who I was talking to, or about. We sit down and she talks to this boy Shawn and says this is my friend Anna. He says he's mad at me because I didn't go in the pool with him. I laugh again.
They keep talking. We all do. Shawn throws a Hershey's kiss wrapper at me. I make a post with my fingers. We're not good at this game. He says open your mouth. "Why?" and he wants to throw jellybeans in my mouth. I don't open it. "Do it or he's gonna keep staring at you." So we stare. I laugh. Open my mouth. He misses. Every time. More staring. More laughing. I give in too easily. Eventually, we all get up.
Sitting on the couch now, watching strangers play Guitar Hero. Dustin walks by. "So, talking to Shawn Boyle, huh?" I smile. "Yeah, I guess so." Keep watching Guitar Hero. These people aren't that good and I've heard this Iron Maiden song at least 16 times tonight.
Shawn's at the table. He said something to Megan, probably to both of us, but I wasn't paying attention. "You want us to come back over there?" He nods. "Okay Shawn." And not by choice, but also not against my will, sort of as if it's routine, I get up and go back to where I was. He's staring. I hate eye contact. I'm staring back. At some point, Shawn mentioned staying the night at this girl Erika's house and him sharing a bed with Ryan. Ryan is cute. Somehow, the idea of me and Megan joining them is brought up. I probably said it. I don't remember. At some point, he asks if we're seriously coming over or if he's getting excited for nothing. I smiled. "I'm down." I'm smiling and laughing too much. Eventually, Megan says we're gonna head out now so we say bye.
We get back to her house. Tired. Megan is more tired. She falls asleep. I take her laptop. Myspace. Browse around. Find people I met. Message the ones I spoke at least 2 words to that weren't just "hi I'm Anna" "it's about an hour away." I tell them this. Elite Ryan - read and not replied. No add. I find Shawn. Last login: June 21. It's technically 3 days later and I realize he must not be as Myspace obsessed as everyone else I know.
The 25th comes around. I tell Megan she should call Dustin and we can hang out with people. I tell her I will keep bothering her about this until she does. I get bored and decide texting people is a good idea. I tell Dustin that "I want to hang out with your cute friends again lolz" and there's never a reply. We're going to hang out with Megan's boyfriend tonight.
The 26th comes around. Myspace. Reply from Shawn? "hi how are you. when are you going back. we should hang out." I find this funny, for one reason or another. I tell him we should hang out and "i think i'm leaving sometime tomorrow, and we're going to some show tonight to see some shitty bands hah" but feel free to text or call and I gave him my number. I say I'm sure we could figure something out. I'm planning on leaving at 9am the next morning. It took him 3 days to get message one. Maybe that's the funny part.
I tell Megan that I think it's funny that I was bothering her yesterday to call to hang out with these kids and today I get a message from him saying we should hang out. She doesn't think it's funny. She says she thought they didn't like her. I laugh anyway and unintentionally make her feel bad about going to the show tonight. It's okay, really. I talk to Lauren via text in the car. "Mom says you can stay!" and now I'm staying until Wednesday, and it would be later if I didn't have work, I'm sure. I'm also out of clothes that I haven't worn yet.
The 27th. I get to Lauren's. Go online. Shawn replied. "Will do." I tell him I'm staying later. He says he's free almost any time but he has to go. I realize he never gave me a number or anything. I'm unsure about how reliable this kid is.
It's 10:30 at night. Still nothing. I'm going home tomorrow. 11. People are leaving. 11:08. Text message. Hi it's Shawn Boyle from Dustin's. Blah blah. Before long, it's 12:06 and "i hope im not keeping u up" and no. No, it's fine. He likes my hair. His is a mess. I say it works, because he's cute. 12:34am. "why thank u your cute 2 but u should have come swimming with me thats why i asked" and I can't decide if I find that creepy or not. I do. I don't care, I guess. 1:30am and he says he'll call me tomorrow. Goodnight. He suggested swimming. At some point during the night, I asked Lauren if she had Less Than Zero. She said she thinks she lost it. I found it. Claimed it to be my lucky night.
Wake up at 5ish. Realize I went to bed two hours ago and can't settle for living off of a nap. Back to sleep. 7ish. 9ish. 10ish. 10:15ish. 10:25ish. 11ish. Decide to get up. It's raining outside. Sooner rather than later, new text message. I say I'll still go swimming. Whatever.
1:30pm. Get to his house. He goes to change. I feel awkward going swimming in the rain. It feels nice. The water. The hot tub too. It feels nice.
He picks me up and throws me in the pool, multiple times. At some points, we're "napping" on each other. At some points, he's tickling me. At some points, we're dancing. At some points, we're in the cold part and it's freezing and we decide holding each other really tightly might help. It doesn't. We're still shaking. I keep asking if he wants to go back "in the hot" or get out and he says whatever and I say maybe it's a good idea but neither of us move. And neither of us know what to talk about so the silence is filled by splashing or kicking or just staring and flicking. My goal for the day is to live. His is to make sure I don't die. Lauren's is to make sure he doesn't let me die. We decided to stay vague.
Yesterday, he told me he's free until 6 when he's going to the carnival with some friends. When we finally get out, it's 6:12. I tell him this. Apologize. He says it doesn't matter. We go back in. Ryan calls. Where are you. And Shawn says he'll be there in a bit. I apologize for keeping him. He says they'll get over it and he's been hanging out with those people all day for the past 12 days, straight. I say something along the lines of "and you took a break for me?" and he nods and smiles, not necessarily in that order. We're waiting for Lauren's mom. We decide to wait downstairs. He realizes it's 6:30, 6:45 and he should be there and I tell him to go. He gives me a big hug and says he didn't realize how short I was. I said yeah, I am. We said bye.
Eventually, I'm home. I get a call from a different Ryan. "I'm home, Ryan." He's drunk. He wants to hang out. But I'm home. I'm bored already, or so I say. I realize I have no idea when I'll see Shawn again. Or talk to him. I pretend I don't care and decide I should just worry about going back to work. Why does it matter, I've only known him for less than a week.
12:01am. Text message. "i'm sorry i had 2 leave today." I tell him it's okay. He says he felt bad. I say I understand and how was your night. It wasn't that fun - just sat around, you? And I say yeah, same here. I'm home now. He tells me it's too bad I live so far away. I agree, say it's a pain, and he says what can you do, it's not like you can just move or something ..as if I didn't know this. He asks if I had a good time earlier. I did. He tells me he's almost out of minutes and to call his house phone. I tell him I have nothing to say. He says he'll talk. Then says he's out of minutes "so call or we cant talk anymore" and it's almost 1am and I won't call because I'd feel bad calling so late.
Phone vibrates. He's calling. He asks what the last thing I sent was because he didn't get it. I can't remember, I say. And I wonder if he means the one where I said "call me if you want" which makes me wonder if he called because I told him to or if he called because I wouldn't call him. He's out of minutes. It's almost 1. I tell him I have to get up in 8 hours. He tells me he'll stay on the phone with me that entire time so I'm exhausted at work. It's 1:45. He says his mom's home. "From where?" I ask. He says he doesn't know. I hear her ask who he's on the phone with. He says it's none of her business. Wrong answer, I'm sure. I can't make out her words but she sounds mad and I hear him say "the girl that was over earlier" and then I hear him say "I guess I have to go now. I'll talk to you later" and I say bye and we hang up.
Now it's two hours later. I should have been in bed three hours ago. I realize I have no idea when I'll talk to him again and I realize I can't text him at all to see what's up and I hate calling house phones, and this combination of things makes me realize I'm caring more about this than I'd wish to. And I'm caring more about this than I thought I would. Thankfully, this is more curiosity than anything.
We begin with the party. Megan has work at 5, Dustin's party starts at 6. I come over early because hey, it's something to do. It doesn't take long for me to realize that I won't know anybody. Around 6, the first bunch of guys show up. 4 or 5. 3 or 4 cute ones. As more people arrive, some girls, I chat with them and ask who the guys are because the girls seemed more friendly. They're asses. They're elitists. Don't bother trying to talk to them. And it's okay because I wasn't planning on it.
Fast forward and it's now say, 7? 8? I don't know. Megan's not there yet. I'm outside, contemplating whether I should go in away from the bugs or stay out to talk to the one person that wasn't Dustin that I had met previously. It's somewhat dark. This boy tells me I should go swimming with him. I say I don't have a bathing suit. That's okay, I don't either. I say sorry, it's too buggy and I go inside. I had no idea who it was, anyway.
Now we're at 10ish. Megan's here. She says it looks like a Myspace party. It did. She asked if I had been talking to people. I say yeah, most of them at least a few words, except for the elite ones. She says hi to the elite ones. She says she never sees them anymore. I laugh to myself. She didn't know who I was talking to, or about. We sit down and she talks to this boy Shawn and says this is my friend Anna. He says he's mad at me because I didn't go in the pool with him. I laugh again.
They keep talking. We all do. Shawn throws a Hershey's kiss wrapper at me. I make a post with my fingers. We're not good at this game. He says open your mouth. "Why?" and he wants to throw jellybeans in my mouth. I don't open it. "Do it or he's gonna keep staring at you." So we stare. I laugh. Open my mouth. He misses. Every time. More staring. More laughing. I give in too easily. Eventually, we all get up.
Sitting on the couch now, watching strangers play Guitar Hero. Dustin walks by. "So, talking to Shawn Boyle, huh?" I smile. "Yeah, I guess so." Keep watching Guitar Hero. These people aren't that good and I've heard this Iron Maiden song at least 16 times tonight.
Shawn's at the table. He said something to Megan, probably to both of us, but I wasn't paying attention. "You want us to come back over there?" He nods. "Okay Shawn." And not by choice, but also not against my will, sort of as if it's routine, I get up and go back to where I was. He's staring. I hate eye contact. I'm staring back. At some point, Shawn mentioned staying the night at this girl Erika's house and him sharing a bed with Ryan. Ryan is cute. Somehow, the idea of me and Megan joining them is brought up. I probably said it. I don't remember. At some point, he asks if we're seriously coming over or if he's getting excited for nothing. I smiled. "I'm down." I'm smiling and laughing too much. Eventually, Megan says we're gonna head out now so we say bye.
We get back to her house. Tired. Megan is more tired. She falls asleep. I take her laptop. Myspace. Browse around. Find people I met. Message the ones I spoke at least 2 words to that weren't just "hi I'm Anna" "it's about an hour away." I tell them this. Elite Ryan - read and not replied. No add. I find Shawn. Last login: June 21. It's technically 3 days later and I realize he must not be as Myspace obsessed as everyone else I know.
The 25th comes around. I tell Megan she should call Dustin and we can hang out with people. I tell her I will keep bothering her about this until she does. I get bored and decide texting people is a good idea. I tell Dustin that "I want to hang out with your cute friends again lolz" and there's never a reply. We're going to hang out with Megan's boyfriend tonight.
The 26th comes around. Myspace. Reply from Shawn? "hi how are you. when are you going back. we should hang out." I find this funny, for one reason or another. I tell him we should hang out and "i think i'm leaving sometime tomorrow, and we're going to some show tonight to see some shitty bands hah" but feel free to text or call and I gave him my number. I say I'm sure we could figure something out. I'm planning on leaving at 9am the next morning. It took him 3 days to get message one. Maybe that's the funny part.
I tell Megan that I think it's funny that I was bothering her yesterday to call to hang out with these kids and today I get a message from him saying we should hang out. She doesn't think it's funny. She says she thought they didn't like her. I laugh anyway and unintentionally make her feel bad about going to the show tonight. It's okay, really. I talk to Lauren via text in the car. "Mom says you can stay!" and now I'm staying until Wednesday, and it would be later if I didn't have work, I'm sure. I'm also out of clothes that I haven't worn yet.
The 27th. I get to Lauren's. Go online. Shawn replied. "Will do." I tell him I'm staying later. He says he's free almost any time but he has to go. I realize he never gave me a number or anything. I'm unsure about how reliable this kid is.
It's 10:30 at night. Still nothing. I'm going home tomorrow. 11. People are leaving. 11:08. Text message. Hi it's Shawn Boyle from Dustin's. Blah blah. Before long, it's 12:06 and "i hope im not keeping u up" and no. No, it's fine. He likes my hair. His is a mess. I say it works, because he's cute. 12:34am. "why thank u your cute 2 but u should have come swimming with me thats why i asked" and I can't decide if I find that creepy or not. I do. I don't care, I guess. 1:30am and he says he'll call me tomorrow. Goodnight. He suggested swimming. At some point during the night, I asked Lauren if she had Less Than Zero. She said she thinks she lost it. I found it. Claimed it to be my lucky night.
Wake up at 5ish. Realize I went to bed two hours ago and can't settle for living off of a nap. Back to sleep. 7ish. 9ish. 10ish. 10:15ish. 10:25ish. 11ish. Decide to get up. It's raining outside. Sooner rather than later, new text message. I say I'll still go swimming. Whatever.
1:30pm. Get to his house. He goes to change. I feel awkward going swimming in the rain. It feels nice. The water. The hot tub too. It feels nice.
He picks me up and throws me in the pool, multiple times. At some points, we're "napping" on each other. At some points, he's tickling me. At some points, we're dancing. At some points, we're in the cold part and it's freezing and we decide holding each other really tightly might help. It doesn't. We're still shaking. I keep asking if he wants to go back "in the hot" or get out and he says whatever and I say maybe it's a good idea but neither of us move. And neither of us know what to talk about so the silence is filled by splashing or kicking or just staring and flicking. My goal for the day is to live. His is to make sure I don't die. Lauren's is to make sure he doesn't let me die. We decided to stay vague.
Yesterday, he told me he's free until 6 when he's going to the carnival with some friends. When we finally get out, it's 6:12. I tell him this. Apologize. He says it doesn't matter. We go back in. Ryan calls. Where are you. And Shawn says he'll be there in a bit. I apologize for keeping him. He says they'll get over it and he's been hanging out with those people all day for the past 12 days, straight. I say something along the lines of "and you took a break for me?" and he nods and smiles, not necessarily in that order. We're waiting for Lauren's mom. We decide to wait downstairs. He realizes it's 6:30, 6:45 and he should be there and I tell him to go. He gives me a big hug and says he didn't realize how short I was. I said yeah, I am. We said bye.
Eventually, I'm home. I get a call from a different Ryan. "I'm home, Ryan." He's drunk. He wants to hang out. But I'm home. I'm bored already, or so I say. I realize I have no idea when I'll see Shawn again. Or talk to him. I pretend I don't care and decide I should just worry about going back to work. Why does it matter, I've only known him for less than a week.
12:01am. Text message. "i'm sorry i had 2 leave today." I tell him it's okay. He says he felt bad. I say I understand and how was your night. It wasn't that fun - just sat around, you? And I say yeah, same here. I'm home now. He tells me it's too bad I live so far away. I agree, say it's a pain, and he says what can you do, it's not like you can just move or something ..as if I didn't know this. He asks if I had a good time earlier. I did. He tells me he's almost out of minutes and to call his house phone. I tell him I have nothing to say. He says he'll talk. Then says he's out of minutes "so call or we cant talk anymore" and it's almost 1am and I won't call because I'd feel bad calling so late.
Phone vibrates. He's calling. He asks what the last thing I sent was because he didn't get it. I can't remember, I say. And I wonder if he means the one where I said "call me if you want" which makes me wonder if he called because I told him to or if he called because I wouldn't call him. He's out of minutes. It's almost 1. I tell him I have to get up in 8 hours. He tells me he'll stay on the phone with me that entire time so I'm exhausted at work. It's 1:45. He says his mom's home. "From where?" I ask. He says he doesn't know. I hear her ask who he's on the phone with. He says it's none of her business. Wrong answer, I'm sure. I can't make out her words but she sounds mad and I hear him say "the girl that was over earlier" and then I hear him say "I guess I have to go now. I'll talk to you later" and I say bye and we hang up.
Now it's two hours later. I should have been in bed three hours ago. I realize I have no idea when I'll talk to him again and I realize I can't text him at all to see what's up and I hate calling house phones, and this combination of things makes me realize I'm caring more about this than I'd wish to. And I'm caring more about this than I thought I would. Thankfully, this is more curiosity than anything.
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