In-Depth Part II♥

babe, this is where you might want to stop reading.
well let's start this up when the boy and i started going out again. this time, i really liked him. we danced together at all the dances so close and i felt like i was in heaven... we almost kissed at one of the dances (which would have been both of our first kisses) but teachers and my friends were swarming around us so it didn't happen. well we tried to set up dates but my hockey didn't allow it a lot of the time. we talked on the phone a lot and he wouldn't be completely focused on me when we were but i guess that was OK. when we finally were able to hang out, it was over my house. i was wearing a striped v-neck t shirt with a jean skirt. and a my dad said hello on his way out to work and look the boy up and down, veeeery slowly. the boy was a little freaked but i noticed so i was like "OK well we're going upstairs now" so we went up and turned the television on to tlc or mtv or something else i wasn't really concentrating on. we talked about everything... about my dad looking him up and down, about school, about the most random things. his arm was around my shoulders. son it was around my waist and his hand was on my leg, it got a little higher on my leg (hopefully not on purpose)to right below my skirt-line. it was a little awkward but it was nice to have him there. then he noticed a picture of my brother. he started arguing with me as to whether or not it looked like a kid in our grade. i turned to face him while we were arguing because i like to look at people when i talk to them. i looked at his face. it was perfect. maybe not perfect to anyone else... but right then and right there, he was perfect to me. we argue for a bit as to whether or not my brother looked like the kid and i brought my head closer and closer to his. i had my forehead on his looking directly into his eyes saying "no he doesn't" or "nu uh" as he said "yea, he so does" then i brought my lips down to his as he said one finally "yea he does" and our lips were together. we kissed and he went for a french, so i went along. i really didn't know what to do because it was my first kiss but i tried my best. we were kissing for a while and i opened my eyes to look at him. he was so into it... so concentrating on it... i almost laughed. i closed my eyes for a few seconds more and broke the kiss off "no, he defiantly doesn't!" ... thats how most of our kisses went except for one when i said "OK maybe he looks a little like him" drama guy swung around a gave me a big smooch on the lips which mad me giggled. we laughed and joked, he tickled me and i giggled, we just had a great time together. when we were making out at one point though, i would have been caught by my mother if not for my creaky stairs... thank god! when we said bye i hugged him and he picked me up while i laughed, we were perfect together. at the next dance we danced and kissed, one of my friends caught us and gave me a bunch of crap about it for a while but it was OK. then he asked if i wanted to have dinner over his house. i lied and said id asked my mom. i walked away from the computer... scared... this was moving too fast for me my thoughts ran trough my head at top speed, i was afraid of getting in too deep and him breaking my heart, sometimes it seemed i was just his piece of ass. so i broke up with him. i told him i felt like an ass for doing it but it seemed like we were better friends than anything which i knew was a lie. i cried so hard i had to put the phone down a few feet away so he wouldn't hear. i learned later he was close to tears himself. though not consciously, i knew i was making a mistake and boy was i right. i tried to be friends with him but he didn't want that. he called me all sorts of names like a fat whore and a bitch. it made me dry sometimes thinking he would never be my friend again. at the next dance, he was dancing with one of my friends and i bawled. people came up to me to ask what was wrong but i wouldn't tell them. he had a girlfriend for maybe a week or two and broke up with her the dance after that was better. i cried only a little and it was because of another guy who i had just danced with and thought he liked me was dancing with his ex. drama guy got a girlfriend after this, she was a year younger and obsessed with him. he went out with her for about 3 days and dumped her on the dance because he only went out with her because he felt sorry (you know most of that story) this dance was better, i started to cry, but no tears came out. this was the most recent dance. we danced together at the song "far away" and it felt so perfect but I'm not sure it'll ever be the same. we're friends now, but i like him as more. though i won't admit it to anyone... i really do♥
♥Dida