Happy Beginnings, part 2

Phone calls are made. It's almost a nightly thing now - almost.

Monday I ask Ashley if she wants to come into Boston with me on Friday and maybe we can meet up with people there? Or maybe this weekend? But this weekend doesn't work and Friday should so that will be the plan.

Before getting the chance to suggest anything, I get a message on Myspace on Tuesday from Shawn, saying him and some friends are probably going into Boston Saturday and I should come. I guess we both had the same idea. I reply saying I'll try and he says okay and we'll surely talk before then.

Phone call that night. So Boston. So. It's not definite so we shouldn't count on it. And the next thing I know, I'm being told to come to his town and I'll try, I'll try. When should I come? "When's the next time you're not working?" Tomorrow. "Then come tomorrow" and I would if I could but I can't, I don't think. And what if he starts raising money? Something along the lines of "donate money for a beautiful girl to get home" and I didn't comment on that but I remembered it. The word "beautiful" will make any girl smile. I tell him I'll try to come on Friday and perhaps I could tag along with Lauren on the way there.

Skip to the 6th. Work. Brooke asks if I found anyone to come with me to Boston yet. I didn't. "I haven't." She says she wants me to go. "Yeah, me too" and no one can come.

Phone call that night and he's not going anymore. "Well, that's disappointing" and it is. He asks if I found rides for Friday, and I didn't, not yet at least, and we'll have to figure something else out. Some other time, I suppose.

Friday the 7th. Wake up at 8 to Lauren's phone vibrating. "Lauren. Phone. Your mom I'm guessing" and she's only half away while answering and I try to go back to sleep but can't. I shower and get ready for the day and take my time, until 11:30 when Lauren's mom arrives and I can't bum a ride.

12:02 and I decide I'll go into Boston for the day. It's 12:07 and I ask my mom to drive me to the train station. It leaves at 12:12. She has no problem with it until I mention I'm going in alone. I realize I can't make the train now anyway, get disappointed, and go downstairs. Thinking. Planning.

1:30ish and I pick up the phone. He just woke up. "I got a question. What are you doing today?" "Nothing, yet." "Okay. Well. It's nice out. I got paid yesterday. Want me to come on down?" "That would be fabulous." "So do you want me to?" "If you want to, that would be fabulous." "Okay. Well, because of all the trains and stuff, I wouldn't get there until quarter of 5." "Are you serious?" "I'd miss the next earliest train by 10 minutes or so." I'm told to call when I get to North Station.

I get on the train, pay $10.50 for a roundtrip - which just covers from here to Boston and home, and spend the entire train ride wondering if it's worth it. Get off at Back Bay and have an hour before I have to be at North Station. Stop at H&M and buy a beater for $6, solely because it was $6, I'm sure. Skip ahead to about 5pm. I do not like North Station.

Arrive. Hug. Hello. Where to go? and we don't know. Just start walking. Stop by a few stores, solely because they're there. Continue down where ever we are and we see these girls in a car. They call him over. He waves. "No come over here!" So we walk over to the car.

"Who's this, your girlfriend?" "Yes" "Aww, how cute! I'm Anna, what's your name?" "Hey, I'm Anna too" and the typical where are you from and how did you meet (middle of nowhere, a party) and I got here by train and they start yelling at him for letting me take the train alone and that's not being a very good boyfriend. They're all high and eating McDonald's and the girl in the back doesn't want anymore, offers whoever, and Anna says to "give it to his girlfriend because she's skinny." A half eaten cheeseburger wasn't really appealing. We walked off. Ended up at a playground.

We're wicked cool and play with the army guys I have in my purse. What to do next? Who knows. "We could lay in the field and look at the clouds, even though there aren't really any clouds" and I say okay because that sounds like a cute idea.

I'm searching through my purse for paper, I think, and I say I've got a camera in here. I said I'd take a picture and then he could take it. We took a few pictures of each other.

And at some point, we're talking about something and I tell him "that's not being a very good boyfriend." "Oh, so now I'm your boyfriend?" "Well, according to you you are" and that was just easier than talking to those girls. Which, somehow turned into something else, which led me to ask "so, what, we're dating now?" which was answered along the lines of "if you want to" and something about long distance relationships and I'm not too sure what's going on.

And he wouldn't know how long it's been since I've kissed a boy.

We leave. Don't know what else to do. Decide to stop and get an ice cream. Continue to walk around some more and do whatever until 9:15 when we go to wait at the train station.

This guy is telling me to hurry. We hurry down. Hug and kiss goodbye. Get to North Station at 10:14. Train leaves from Back Bay at 10:40. I'm impatiently waiting for any green line subway to arrive. Finally one shows up at 10:27. There are many more stops than I remember there being and don't get to Copley until 10:35.

Copley is usually a 7-8 minute walk from Back Bay. My feet are sore and blistered and I can't be bothered to miss this train. I get there and check the time to find out it's only 10:37. I'm unsure how I did this, but don't bother trying to figure it out. Get downstairs at 10:38. The train arrives at 10:41. It's a minute late.


And just like that, it began.