Monday, November 16, 2009

Mmm, My lovely weekend.

So, No-- My weekend wasnt crazy.
Just my Friday Night was. And it was totally worth getting grounded for.
Let us go back in time;
So--I went to some lame ass party (this is why I don't like parties) in some lame ass city and had a shot of barcardi (don't worry it wasnt captain morgan this time) and smoked a bunch. There was under 10 people at this party, and Pepe the host was very quiet. I went with Donnie, Alex( a dude) and shadow.
We bounced at 11:45 because I had to get home and it just really wasnt worth it.
Whilst at the "party", I recieve a phone call from William. This is the boy whom I have had my eye on since the first day of school. (We have hung out before, maybe 3 or 4 times) He said to call him when I get home.
So at midnight, when my mom left for her bar hopping, I called William. Hummed was out with Jacob, and Jennah was asleep. And William decided to hang out with me until his friend's stripper mom picked him up to take him to Mustang. He was asking me all night to go with him. Which I couldn't, I had to stay there with the stupid sleeping 9 year old.
Around 3 a.m. when his friend's mom never mpicked him up he calls his friend. Over and over and over. And the dude never picks up. Finally he calls the stripper mom and she tells William that her son fell asleep. So William is like what the fuck am I going to do and I'm like shit if I know. Because he couldn't go home at 3 in the morning, because his mom knew he was going to Mustang, but she found out he smokes so it was all this drama at his house. Anyways- I was just like "stay here."
So he did, We fell asleep in my bed.
Around 5- my brother and my mom bust in my room and are like uhhh what's he doing here. And I was like he needs a place to stay and then tried falling back asleep. Then my mom goes bitch psycho and calls me into my brother's room and says I need to go downstairs and sleep on the couch. So I departed from William and my warm bed.
Around 9:45 I woke up and went back upstairs.
When I opened the door, his smile, it was mine. It was for me and I was the reason. He said, thank god-- I was just about to go down there and get you. It was gay being in here alone.
And that's how I know I gotta take it slow with him. Because he is almost there, just not yet.
He ended up stealing yet another thing of mine (first it was my silver bracelet and now it's my friends black and white hoodie. I am putting my money on that my heart is next. Or maybe that was the first thing he stole.) and I ended up getting his hoodie in return. I walked him back to his house (which is just about as far as my school). Right when we settle down to a movie, my mother texts me to tell me to come home
. BOOOO. Something would have happened if I stayed. Probably me pouring my guts out. He walked me half way home and then that was the last I saw of him.
I was for real grounded when I got home up until last night when I had to pick up something ;) Also, I had three deep and heavy conversations with Courtney( my bff who lives in Hawaii and whom I have never met), Josh(the first, the only love), and Donnie(the second Josh to me). Things are just settling. I don't know whether with Josh and Donnie if it's the calm before or after the storm. So we will just wait it out and see.
Anyways, that was my weekend. It was all worth it for that one smile. I would do it all over again, just to see that smile.
Goodbye for now.

1 comment:

Danya A. said...

so how come you have deep and heavy (that's what she said) conversations with courtney and josh and donnie but since you left i barely ever talk to you except for e-mails?
huh?
care to explain that to me?
hm?

i would like to see what this william looks like.

i fucking miss you. and i hate that. GR!

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