Well, way back in June 08', my cousin and dear friend Frankie, who had lived in Nova Scotia for 5 years, moved back to New Brunswick. In the following August, two of his friends, Thomas and Derrick, came to visit him and check out New Brunswick. Thomas was a character I had heard endless stories about, with him being Frankie's best friend and all. But Derrick? Who the hell is Derrick? He seemed to just kind of be a tag-along, someone Frankie had talked to at school, but was really just a friend of Thom's. In any case, when they finally came to visit, I was super excited to meet them. And when I say them, I mean Thomas, because at the time I had no idea who Derrick really was.
I remember the first time that I ever actually saw either of them in person. They were sitting on the couch in my living room, waiting on me to come upstairs from my dungeon (bedroom). Upon walking into the room, I wasn't surprised. Neither of the boys were particularly good looking, and Thomas was exactly who I thought he'd be. We talked for a while, mostly just Frankie, Thom and I. Derrick was very quiet, hardly saying a word to me the entire time. but, then again, the "entire time" was only about 5 minutes. After that, I had to leave with my mom to go run some errands. So, that was the first encounter I had with my boyfriend-to-be.
The next time I had a chance to get to know both of them was when my aunt Kelli (Frankie's mother, my dad's sister) planned for me, Frankie, Derrick and Thomas all to go to a national park, to spend the day at a beach. Don't ask me what it was called, I don't remember how to spell nor pronounce it. It was a lot of fun, I won't go into detail about that right now. It's not tremendously important, everything that happened that day. Just that I was getting to know Thomas a little better, but Derrick was still very quiet. I remember asking Frankie if he didn't like me, but he simply said that Derrick was shy, that he was always like that around people he barely knew. All I could do was nod at that, because there wasn't really any way I could change that.
We planed a few other things to do, before the boys were shipped back to Nova Scotia, but the only other relevant one was going to a local water park for the day, called Magic Mountain. That, dear readers, is the day that I made a very bold move that would set off a near unpredictable chain of events that no one really saw coming.
So there we were, just splashing around, being teenagers and all... and by then, I had learned that both Thomas and Derrick had never been kissed. By the end of the day, I decided I was going to change that for Derrick. A risky move, I know, but I'm so glad I did now. It was nearing the end of our day, and just out of the blue, when Thomas and Frankie weren't looking, I just planted one right on his left cheek. I'll never forget the look on his face. He was so dazed, so startled. It was just one of those moments that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
After that fateful kiss, I just swam away. Much to my content, Derrick came to find me soon after and asked me simply, "Why did you run away?"
"I didn't run away." I replied.
"Yes you did." he said. I had totally run away, he was right. After that, he asked me why I had done that and all, to which I answered that I wasn't completely sure... just that I felt he deserved it. He smiled at me. That was the first time I had ever seen that sweet smile of his, and I think I just about fell in love with him right there. Yes, I can be romantic if I want to be. Sue me.
Eventually, of course, the boys had to go home. But I made a point to get Derrick's MSN, and I was so determined to get to know him better. My efforts would be rewarded.
Over the following months, I got to know Derrick very well, and he got to know me, too. We eventually became best friends, to a point where I would talk to him everyday until well into the night. During this time, I learned of his story, one that encircled heartbreak and loneliness, and a world that was like a living Hell for him. He told me about his parents splitting up, his brother's staying at a hospital being treated for anxiety, his stressful household, and his constant negative, sad mood. I was determined to help him now. But what could I do? I was a 13-year-old girl, a province away, who was trying to help someone she had only known a few months recover from ages of stress and sadness. In my eyes, there was only one thing that I could do, and I would do it to the very best of my ability: I would be his friend.
And I was. Everything seemed to be getting better for him, and eventually, sometime in late November, he confessed to me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too, but that the distance would make it very hard for us to be together. I soon changed my tune about that, actually, and Derrick and I have been together since December 2nd... a relationship 7 months in the making now.
Eventually, I told Kelli of Derrick's troubles at home and she invited him to start spending weekends in New Brunswick with her and Frankie more often, about once a month. And, until the school year was over, he did. He was here for March break and some of Christmas break, and now, he's staying with Kelli and Frankie until the end of the summer. And us? Well, we couldn't be happier to finally be together, after going weeks at a time without seeing each other.
Well, now, that brings us to the real reason I've started this blog. That would be because my very favorite aunt Kelli, suggested that I keep a journal this summer. I asked her why, and her response was something like this:
"Are you kidding me? If I could go back in time, and tell myself to do one thing, it would be to keep a journal, or a diary, or something like that. I don't remember all the summers I spent as a teenager, but I really wish I did. And, think about it. You're both 14 now, you boyfriend is coming from another province to stay the summer, you're in love, and you're pretty much free! This is like Dawson's-f**king-Creek, man!"
So, she was right, of course. But, instead of keeping a journal or a diary, I've decided to blog instead. Why blog? Two reasons. One, because I don't like hand writing things all that much, really. And two, I think it'll keep me entertained longer.
Well, there you have it. My whole little story condensed, somewhat, into one blog entry. And this is just the tip of the iceberg, I have a WHOLE lot more to tell. So, stay tuned, cause maybe later I'll write something interesting.
Yours truly,
- Lexi
Music: New Divide by Linkin Park
We planed a few other things to do, before the boys were shipped back to Nova Scotia, but the only other relevant one was going to a local water park for the day, called Magic Mountain. That, dear readers, is the day that I made a very bold move that would set off a near unpredictable chain of events that no one really saw coming.
So there we were, just splashing around, being teenagers and all... and by then, I had learned that both Thomas and Derrick had never been kissed. By the end of the day, I decided I was going to change that for Derrick. A risky move, I know, but I'm so glad I did now. It was nearing the end of our day, and just out of the blue, when Thomas and Frankie weren't looking, I just planted one right on his left cheek. I'll never forget the look on his face. He was so dazed, so startled. It was just one of those moments that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
After that fateful kiss, I just swam away. Much to my content, Derrick came to find me soon after and asked me simply, "Why did you run away?"
"I didn't run away." I replied.
"Yes you did." he said. I had totally run away, he was right. After that, he asked me why I had done that and all, to which I answered that I wasn't completely sure... just that I felt he deserved it. He smiled at me. That was the first time I had ever seen that sweet smile of his, and I think I just about fell in love with him right there. Yes, I can be romantic if I want to be. Sue me.
Eventually, of course, the boys had to go home. But I made a point to get Derrick's MSN, and I was so determined to get to know him better. My efforts would be rewarded.
Over the following months, I got to know Derrick very well, and he got to know me, too. We eventually became best friends, to a point where I would talk to him everyday until well into the night. During this time, I learned of his story, one that encircled heartbreak and loneliness, and a world that was like a living Hell for him. He told me about his parents splitting up, his brother's staying at a hospital being treated for anxiety, his stressful household, and his constant negative, sad mood. I was determined to help him now. But what could I do? I was a 13-year-old girl, a province away, who was trying to help someone she had only known a few months recover from ages of stress and sadness. In my eyes, there was only one thing that I could do, and I would do it to the very best of my ability: I would be his friend.
And I was. Everything seemed to be getting better for him, and eventually, sometime in late November, he confessed to me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too, but that the distance would make it very hard for us to be together. I soon changed my tune about that, actually, and Derrick and I have been together since December 2nd... a relationship 7 months in the making now.
Eventually, I told Kelli of Derrick's troubles at home and she invited him to start spending weekends in New Brunswick with her and Frankie more often, about once a month. And, until the school year was over, he did. He was here for March break and some of Christmas break, and now, he's staying with Kelli and Frankie until the end of the summer. And us? Well, we couldn't be happier to finally be together, after going weeks at a time without seeing each other.
Well, now, that brings us to the real reason I've started this blog. That would be because my very favorite aunt Kelli, suggested that I keep a journal this summer. I asked her why, and her response was something like this:
"Are you kidding me? If I could go back in time, and tell myself to do one thing, it would be to keep a journal, or a diary, or something like that. I don't remember all the summers I spent as a teenager, but I really wish I did. And, think about it. You're both 14 now, you boyfriend is coming from another province to stay the summer, you're in love, and you're pretty much free! This is like Dawson's-f**king-Creek, man!"
So, she was right, of course. But, instead of keeping a journal or a diary, I've decided to blog instead. Why blog? Two reasons. One, because I don't like hand writing things all that much, really. And two, I think it'll keep me entertained longer.
Well, there you have it. My whole little story condensed, somewhat, into one blog entry. And this is just the tip of the iceberg, I have a WHOLE lot more to tell. So, stay tuned, cause maybe later I'll write something interesting.
Yours truly,
- Lexi
Music: New Divide by Linkin Park
Touching.
ReplyDeleteWell... sorry, I'm having trouble articulating words right now... I'll leave it at "touching".