2 days ago, I asked a question: whether I wanted to be someone's girlfriend, or to retain my title as Lord of the Wusses. Today, I answered the question: GIRLFRIEND!!!!!
It went something like this: we're both on the bus, just chatting like we usually do. All of today, I carried around two little chocolate eggs in my pocket; one for me, one for him. So, I'm waiting through the awkward silences, trying to just spit it out. The bus is getting dangerously close to his bus stop, and I'm starting to panic. I motion for him to lean in and say "will you go out with me?" He stammered a little and said "you kind of put me one the spot".
Long story short, we agreed to go on a walk, where he would tell me his answer. I ate supper with my stomach in knots, and over the moon, at the same time. At 4, I text him and say we finished supper early and ask if he wants to meet me in 10 minutes. We meet at the top of the hill in exactly 10 minutes. He explains to me his situation: dating someone means incessant teasing, but he did want to go out with me. I explained, using a couple that had been dating for a year, and no one knew. No one had to know about us, either. We walked for two hours and 20 minutes. We just talked and held hands. He told me about all the escapades he's gone on, and I told my own stories.
We went to the little candy shop, and bought a handful of rockets. When we sat down to eat them, I took out my retainers to chew them properly. It was really windy, so, of course they both blew away. I found my bottom one (the irreplaceable one) first. After looking for about a minute, I found the top one in a pile of mud. I stuck it in my pocket, and put the bottom one in. We left shortly after.
Every time someone passed us, we started talking about something completely random. First, it was baseball, then we passed an abandoned sheet metal store and started talking about sheet metal. Every time we grabbed each other's hand again, I felt so happy. Happier than I thought I could feel. The only way I could have been happier was if today was Friday.
Around two hours after we started walking, we sat together on a bench, and I took off my mud-soaked shoes. (Unimportant to the story, but it happened.) There's a mild silence, and he asks: "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
We kissed. Sloppy, mushy, tongues in each other's mouths. Neither of us expected anything more than a peck, but it turned into something so much better. Apparently, I'm a good kisser. I have no one to compare him to, but Angus is a good kisser, too.
UPDATE: As I got a boyfriend, I didn't do any work on the book, so I still have 2 albums left to do.
NOTE TO ANYONE WHO FIGURES OUT WHO I AM: If anyone reading this knows me personally, please know that Angus and I have an adorable plan to reveal our relationship to the class, so please, if you do figure this out, don't say anything.
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