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Post by Monday on Nov 9, 2009 14:54:13 GMT -5
((aww, that's so cute! ))
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Post by Friday on Nov 9, 2009 18:51:30 GMT -5
Chapter 2:
I shut the door behind me and then leaned up against the hard oak with my back pressed against the door. I could feel the smile still on my lips just as I could feel the tingle in them from his kiss. I heard his truck engine rev to life in the driveway and I listened as I heard him drive off down the road, his headlights flashing in through the windows on the front of my house. I sighed and took a deep steadying breath before I could move myself from leaning against the door. Before I did anything else I went to the kitchen to clean up the mess we had made making dinner. I put the remaining hamburger mac, which was enough for my dad to eat for dinner, in a bowl and covered it with saran wrap. And because I knew he would have no idea what to do it, I grabbed a sharpie sitting on the counter just for this purpose and wrote micro. 45 sec. right on the saran wrap in my shorthand scrawl. I quickly washed the pots, and put everything else into the dishwasher leaving a shiny clean sink for my dad to come home to.
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Post by Friday on Nov 9, 2009 21:52:15 GMT -5
I turned off the TV in the living room, and leaving the lights on in the front hall and kitchen, I headed up to my room. I went straight to the adjoining bathroom that was there and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My lips were red and slightly swollen from being outside with Dakota, but I always thought that made me look better. It gave my face some color. I wasn’t white, but I definitely wasn’t tan like all the cheerleaders who had subscriptions at tanning salons. My eyes, while I always just considered dull, were what Dakota referred to as big, beautiful, brown, doe eyes. I had tiny ears that my best friend from the fourth grade, DeeAnn, constantly made fun of, but I always thought they suited me. My hair was long, longer than I intended on ever letting it grow and reached my elbows when my hands were at my sides. It was straighter than any straightener could ever make hair though, and I only hated that because it wouldn’t hold a curl. They had natural blonde highlights, that made it a golden brown color and it was honestly probably the only thing I thought looked good about me. I hadn’t ever been a tiny person, but now as a senior, I had finally come to terms with my size. I wasn’t fat by any means, nor could you count my ribs either though. I was well endowed in the chest area, which was the envy of DeeAnn who I always teased about having mosquito bites. Hitting high school had definitely helped me come to terms with how I looked. That’s also when I got my braces taken off after two years, and also when I traded my glasses for contacts. And I gave up soda, and started eating healthier, got out and did more. I had a dog my freshman year and I took him for walks everyday and we eventually started running all the time with him. With not much effort at all I had lost most of my chubbiness. I had never been an outgoing person either, and I still really wasn’t. But I had moved around so much that I had to get over that. I was still a quite person, but I was more likely to initiate a conversation now with a stranger, than the loser, deviant, nerd girl that I had been through my terrible middle school years. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail to get it out of my facve, and then started to run my daily bed time routine. I brushed my teeth, washed my face taking off the little make-up I had worn that day, used the bathroom, and then went straight to my computer. When I sat down at my desk I noticed my cell phone’s red light blinking at me saying I has missed an alert. I flipped open my pink katana cell phone, and looked down to see that I had missed a call and voice mail from my dad. I quickly dialed my voice mail and pressed my phone to my ear. I heard my dad’s deep voice come over the line saying that, once again, like usual, he was going to be home late from work. I looked at the clock on my computer and checked the time he had called. I had only missed his call by thirty minutes, but I still wasn’t going to call him back. Besides he should have been on his way home by then and wouldn’t answer his phone if he was driving. So I sat my phone back on the desk and I flipped open my laptop as it came to life with the whirring sounds of the fans blowing inside of it. The first thing I did was click on my MSN IM icon in the top corner of the screen. Almost before it could even load completely I had an invite pop up for a video call. I smiled when I saw DeeAnn’s name on the screen. I accepted the invite and reached into my desk drawer pulling out my headset with a microphone. I slipped it over my head and when I looked up DeeAnn’s blonde curly hair and blue eyes were on my screen “Hey girlfriend,” I heard as her smooth voice come to life in my headphones. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked her and that was all it took, and she was launching into the story of her day. All I had to do was add in the appropriate ‘really’ and ‘yeah, I know what you mean’ at the right time, and she would talk for twenty minutes non-stop. Our parents hated the phone bill we used to rack up before we both got webcams. DeeAnn and I had met in the fourth grade when my dad and her mom worked on the same military base together in California. We had stayed best friends ever since. Maybe it was because we both moved around so much, or we both knew what it was like to have a single parent. I don’t know what kept us together. But she was closer to me than any other girl had ever been. We talked over video IM with our webcams and microphones every night, and if we didn’t there was a good excuse. DeeAnn probably knew me better than I knew myself, and she was on the list of the three most important people in my life. Her, my dad, and Dakota. It never mattered how far apart we were, our parents always found away for us to spend two weeks together every summer, and regardless of only seeing each other once, maybe twice a year, nothing ever came between our friendship. If I ever had a problem, she was always the first one to know. If I was ever crying, she was the person I called. And the same was true for the vice versa. We had always been there for each other. Even with her mom stationed in Montana, and my dad stationed in Texas, we still were best friends. “So how are things with the boy?” She asked me finally done with her day. I could see her painting her nails in the webcam and watching for my response. “Oh you know, we hung out tonight over at my place, worked on a sociology project, had dinner, the usual,” I said nonchalantly purposefully not bringing up us making out on the darkened front porch for a good half hour. “Kasey May,” she said using my first and middle name like everyone seemed to, “I can see those lying eyes, someone had fun tonight!” I couldn’t help it, a blush sneaked into my cheeks. “Yeah, well we just made out, on the porch before he left…” I said letting my sentence hang there for a moment. I could see her look up at her screen at me and raise her eyebrow before I added, “for half an hour.” “Dang girl! I’m surprised he hasn’t proposed to you yet,” she said with a laugh. She was the only one in the world who I would ever feel comfortable talking about this kind of stuff with. “DeeAnn, we haven’t even dated for a month!” I exclaimed covering my mouth as I giggled. “Kasey, you’re always with Dakota, and I’ve seen him, and talked to him,” she informed me with that ‘I know everything’ tone she took when she talked about relationships. She liked to think she could play match maker with everyone she knew. “Besides, that boy is fine, and you guys are perfect for each other. You two make such an adorable couple.” I smiled, I liked it when people said that, even if it was just DeeAnn who had said that about every boy I had dated. Not that the six of them was a lot of them. “Actually, DeeAnn, he might be the one,” I said all serious now.
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Post by Friday on Nov 10, 2009 1:02:33 GMT -5
“Kasey. Listen to me. Every girl might say it,” she said and I could hear as well as see her emphasis on the ‘every’ as she made a point of moving her hands with that word, “but Kasey, I have never heard those words come out of your mouth. Not from with Robert, or when Aaron gave you that ring, or what’s his face that I didn’t like.” “Logan,” I said supplying her with a name. “Right, Logan, I don’t care. Even when every single one of them swore they were going to marry you. I mean come one, Robert told you where he was going to propose to you for crying out loud, but you never said anything about being with them forever. And now Dakota comes along and you think he’s the one? Kasey, this is big,” she ended, and I couldn’t believe how serious she sounded about it. The more I thought about it the more I realized she was right. I sat, unmoving, looking that the computer screen as this revelation hit me. Not ever I had seriously thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with someone. Not when Aaron gave me the promise ring, not when Robert talked about moving with me or him telling me he was going to propose to me out on a dinky like boat on ‘our’ pond, not when Logan swore I was the sun in his day and the stars in his night. Not once I had ever said they would be the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with. “Kasey? You still there?” DeeAnn’s voice said as it broke through my trance. “Yeah, I’m here,” I said jerking a bit and taking a deep breath. “I thought you had disconnected or something, I’ve never seen you sit that still. I guess you were really thinking about what I said, and I kid you not, girl, it’s true. You haven’t ever said that before,” DeeAnn added as if I needed to hear it again. But I was still in a slight state of shock, and if it wasn’t that it was definitely still keeping me from paying attention. “But DeeAnn, I think I really mean it. Not only do I think he’s the one, I want him to be the one,” I said and instantly Dakota’s hazel eyes appeared in my head, and his longer than usual for him brown hair sticking out every which way soon followed suit. “Oh Kasey, you’ve got it bad!” DeeAnn exclaimed. “Here you are talking to me, but you’re thinking about him. I can see it by that goofy smile on your face and that love-struck expression in your eyes. You are most definitely twitter-paited,” she said quoting a line from Bambi, one of our shared favorite Disney movies. I laughed at her and said, “Oh I do have it bad, don’t I?” “You do, and hey Kasey I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Brad wants to go out for ice cream and that was before you got on, I’ll talk to you tomorrow ok? “Yeah, sounds good. Have fun with Brad. Just remember I love you more than he loves you,” I said waving at the camera. Brad was her long time boyfriend, they were going on two years, and from what she said it wasn’t going to end anytime soon. “Oh I will, Love you more than Dakota loves you, but from the sounds of things, maybe I don’t. Later girl,” DeeAnn said and gave her own wave before she cut off her webcam and I was left staring at the computer screen where her face had just occupied. I sighed and the closed my computer. If there was anything DeeAnn knew she knew about relationships and she knew about me. Maybe I was right, and DeeAnn just confirmed it. Maybe Dakota and I were meant to be. Part of me hoped it was the case. I loved him more than I loved anybody else. DeeAnn was my sister and I loved her, but it would never be of the same intensity that just being in the proximity of Dakota made me feel. And I loved my dad, but it would never be with the same passion that I felt for Dakota. I looked at the clock and even thought it was only ten I was ready for bed. I hadn’t heard my dad come back, but I had been talking to DeeAnn and I didn’t notice much when the two of us got to really talking. My dad really hadn’t ever come and actually tucked me in or said goodnight to me since I had been much younger. If I had to guess it probably stopped all together when I was twelve. But it hadn’t been consistent probably since I was ten. It didn’t bother me too much. We both lived our own lives, rarely moving together on our lives way, but we were always supporting each other. I grabbed my phone off my desk and plugged it in the charger that was resting on my bedside table and then reached up and pulled the chain to turn the light off that was on my ceiling fan. I crawled under my polka-dotted comforter on my bed. And even though I had the loose sheet layered with the covers I instantly kicked them off to the bottom of the bed. I hated sheets, all I seemed to do was get tangled up in then. Once I had got all settled, I reached over to my bed side table and grabbed my phone. I flipped it open and scrolled through my contacts until I found Dakota’s name. I quickly set up a text to him that said: Goodnight and sweet dreams love. I love you so much. <3 I waited a few minutes to put my phone back down in its’ spot on my bedside table. And I wasn’t disappointed two minutes later when the screen lit up on my phone and it let off one single beep. I smiled and then flipped it open. Of course it was Dakota: Goodnight and sweet dreams angel. I love you more <3. I’ll see you in the morning. With that I flipped my phone shut, and then grabbed my stuffed dog that was always in my bed, and was of course, from Dakota. I curled up around Holly, the dog, with her in my arms and went to sleep ready for tomorrow and to see Dakota again.
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Post by Thursday on Nov 10, 2009 1:22:14 GMT -5
((are you trying to tell us your engaged? ))
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Post by Friday on Nov 10, 2009 14:01:06 GMT -5
((haha no, not engaged, but the story had to be hyped up quite a bit cuz something ver dramatic is about to happen. ))
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Post by Thursday on Nov 10, 2009 14:38:04 GMT -5
((IS she pregnant!!!!))
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Post by Friday on Nov 10, 2009 17:14:36 GMT -5
((Oh good lord no))
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Post by Friday on Nov 10, 2009 18:02:02 GMT -5
Chapter 3: A New Woman
In the morning I woke up before the loud, annoying alarm on my bedside table could wake me up. This alone was an indication that today would be a good day. Waking up to the blasted alarm always seemed to put me in a bad mood at least for the first few hours of the day. And just as I went through a routine at night, I went through a routine in the morning. I showered, and then dressed for the day in my favorite pair faded blue jeans complete with holes in the knees done by myself, and definitely not done on purpose. I matched it with a light pink t-shirt that had an exploding heart on the front, on on the back said 'make love not war'. It had been a birthday present from DeeAnn the year before and while it wasn't necessarily my style, I still loved the shirt. I brushed out my hair leaving it down, brushed my teeth, and pulled on my pink all-star converse and grabbed my black and pink patterned backpack and headed out of my room, pulling the door shut behind me. As usual my dad was already gone by the time I was awake and downstairs. I sat my backpack down at the foot of the stairs, which was conveniently between the kitchen and the front door, before I headed into the actual kitchen. I pulled a box of Lucky Charms out of the pantry and was opening the door to the fridge to get some milk when I noticed a note stuck onto the door with a magnet. It was in my dad's sorry excuse for handwriting, that I was still convinced there was a class for that just so doctor's could take it and practice bad handwriting. And if that was really the case, than my dad must have been the top of the class. I squinted and had to look at the note for a minute before I could finally make it out: Kasey, I'm going out to dinner with some colleagues from work. Don't worry about making dinner for me, go out and have fun, don't wait up. Love, Dad. I smiled at the last sentence of the note before I shrugged and threw it away in the trash can. It was sweet that my dad wanted me to start going out. He knew I wasn't like that, but I also don't think he realized how much I hung out with Dakota. He had been uneasy about it the first time I asked if I could have Dakota over at the house when he wasn't there. But he eventually figured out that Dakota wasn't the average guy just looking to take advantage of his sweet little girl. He approved of Dakota even if he had only met him a handful of times. Now I didn't even have to ask if Dakota could come over, or if I could go over there. It was just assumed that Dakota would come over, and if we weren't at my house, than we would be at his. I quickly ate my breakfast of lucky charms and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I noticed that the dishwasher was getting full so I went ahead and started it so that the dishes would be ready to unload when I got home from school. I grabbed my backpack from the foot of the stairs, and I plucked my keys from the key rack they were hanging on by their purple carabiner. I walked out the front door and before I left the porch I hit the button to turn the timer on for the automatic sprinklers. I could hear the spring to life on the side of the house as they came on and would continue rotating around the yard. I hopped into my little blue Ford Focus that was sitting in the driveway and I was on my way to another day of school. Before I had even turned off of my street, my hands were at the radio dials changing my stereo to the my burned Taylor swift CD that was always in my car. In the afternoons I left it on the local country station, but in the mornings when the only thing that as on was talk shows, I put my CD on. Jamming out to T-Swift at red lights, and fifteen minutes later I was pulling into the school parking lot. I tried to get there early so I would get a good parking spot and I could just relax before the day actually got started. When I pulled into the my normal parking spot I was pleased to see that Dakota's silver Toyota Corolla was in it's normal spot next to mine. We always parked in the same spots under one of the few oak trees that were around campus. Before I could even get my car turned off Dakota was at my door tapping on the window. I smiled up at him and hit the unlock button before I turned the key in the ignition cutting off the engine. He opened my door and leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips before he did anything else. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said holding out a hand to help me up out of the car. I reached down and undid my seat belt buckle before I let him pull me up into arms into his normal morning bear hug. He lifted me completely off the ground and gave me a big squeeze before he sat me down on my own two feet. “Good morning Dakota,” I said as I was able to stand on my own feet and breathe normally. “How was your night?” He asked, as he opened the back door and pulled out my back pack for me. “It was alright,” I told him taking the bag from him and hit the lock button on my key chain. “Yours?” “Oh it was fine I guess, it was just missing my lovely girlfriend, who is looking especially cute today,” he said looking at me with his hazel eyes that looked very green today with his bright green shirt he was wearing. “Thanks,” I said with a slight blush. It didn't matter how many complements he gave me, it always made me feel special when he said them. Because he always said it like he meant it, not like it was just something that he felt required to say. They always warmed my heart and made me smile. He leaned down to kiss me, and that was another thing I loved about him. He would kiss me anywhere, in front of anyone, and didn't care who saw. I stood up on my toes to reach him better kissing him back when I heard a cat call whistle from across the parking lot. “Hey! Get a room Dakota!” “Shut up, Allen!,” Dakota yelled back, pulling me closer to him by tucking me under his shoulder. “You're just jealous you don't have your own girl to kiss.” “Yeah I guess so,” Allen, Dakota's best friend, replied with a laugh as he came closer to us. “How ya doing Kase?” He asked as he shook hands with Dakota. “Fine, thank you,” I said with a smile. I loved how Dakota's friends included me, and made me feel like an equal and didn't just ignore everything I said.
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Post by Friday on Nov 11, 2009 15:29:26 GMT -5
“What are y'all going to be up to tonight?” Allen asked, mainly talking to Dakota now but at the same time, just like everyone else has taken to doing, not separating us. We were an item now, probably more of one than any other couple was. Even though I was new to the school this year, Dakota and I were the IT couple. “I don't know man, we haven't talked about it at all. She showed up about the same time you did, and you interrupted us so you can't blame me for not knowing what we are doing,” Dakota said not pulling his arm from around me. That was another thing about Dakota that I liked, he talked to his friends and he talked to me. And while he talked to me like he did his friends, he was always slightly more tamer, and sweeter around me. His only goal was to make me happy, and if I was happy he was happy. It meant a lot to me that my happiness meant so much to him. The only thing I could say for it was that Dakota was all about me, Kasey May Parker. “Oh, well, I'm sorry, I hadn't done it at all this week. I couldn't let a whole week go by without giving you two a hard time,” he replied as he tugged his one shoulder backpack into a better position on his back. He put one hand into the pocket of his faded blue jeans and then held on the the strap of his backpack with the other, striking his normal 'Yeah-I'm-Cool' pose that he always did. “No actually, I think you said something at lunch yesterday,” I added quickly with a sly smile on my face remembering very clearly him making fun of us at lunch the day before. Now granted I couldn't have told you what he had said, but I knew something had been said.
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Post by Friday on Nov 12, 2009 20:24:35 GMT -5
Allen coughed and covered is mouth as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You know, I don't think that was me. Actually I know that wasn't me. Pretty sure that was uh- Jason. Yeah, that was definitely Jason,” Allen said as he scratched the back of his head and looked at everything but Dakota and me. He kept shifting his weight back and forth on his Nike tennis shoes, still refusing to look at us. I just giggled at him as he squirmed uncomfortably in front of us. Dakota however, was able to formulate an actual response. “You're just jealous you don't have a girl like mine,” Dakota said and then kissed my cheek, and rubbed his day old hair growth against it. I just giggled, and the squirmed away from his slight stubble against my cheek, but I was held firmly next to him by his arm still around me. “Damn it Dakota,” Allen said this time just looking down at the ground and shaking his head at the black topped parking lot. “How do you expect the rest of us to measure up to that? I mean, you are setting the standard high, can't you relax it for just a little bit so the rest of us have a chance?” He asked and ran a hand through his hair making it stick up on end, making him look slightly stressed and crazy. “Sorry man, I can't help it. It's how my momma raised me,” Dakota replied with that stupid huge grin he got on his face when he got any compliment. But I loved that smile, his whole face lit up and it just made me smile. If I was ever in a bad mood, that smile was all I needed and my whole day would get ten times better. “Oh whatever,” Allen said and turned away from us and through his and back in a dismissing motion, “I'll see y'all at lunch, maybe then you guys will have gotten over your whole Romeo and Juliet thing. I'm off to woo my own woman. Later,” he said, turning around long enough to give us a wave before he was off and across the parking lot. Before I could say anything Dakota scooped me up in a bear hug and gave me a good squeeze before he sat me back down. “Come along my sweet Juliet,” Dakota said giving his words a Shakespearean accent. “We must abound to school, and endure the day, but the night, oh the sweet night, shall be ours my love,” I giggled as Dakota went on in his 'Romeo' voice as cute as could be. “Okay, whatever you say Romeo,” I replied rolling my eyes slightly as he pulled me across the parking lot his hand firmly entwined with mine. “Oh my sweet Juliet, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise fair sun and kill thy envious moon...” Dakota said letting his voice trail off as he finished his quote. He flashed me his gorgeous smile and I couldn't help but melt when I saw it on his face. What girl wouldn't love a guy that quoted Shakespeare to her? Dakota took every word and made it his own. He turned it around, and made it seem like those were the first time those words had been said together, and I was the only girl they would ever apply to. And in his eyes, I hoped that was always the case. “Oh Dakota, have I told you that I love you?” I said giving his hand a squeeze. By now we had made it out of the parking lot and were walking through the front doors of the building. “No, I don't think you've said it today,” Dakota said and stopped in the middle of the hallway and pulled his hand in front of him, in turn pulling me in front of him so that I was facing him. “Well Dakota Woods, I love you. Period. End of story,” I said looking up at him giving him a sweet smile. “That's a very good thing,” he said giving me a wink, and with that wink I could feel my smile get wider. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at that. And it was the good butterflies, the love butterflies, not the bad nervous ones that I got when I had to talk in front of too many people. “Why do you say that?” I asked already knowing the answer I would get. “Because, I love you more than anything Kasey May, and don't you ever forget that,” he said and he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and I could feel the love in that one kiss and knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had everything I could ever want in a boyfriend.
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Post by Friday on Nov 12, 2009 20:24:54 GMT -5
The bell sounded loud over our heads and I jumped as it startled me pulling away from Dakota. He just sighed and grabbed my hand. “Moment ruined,” he said, and I could hear the note of slight disappointment in his voice. “We can have another one,” I assured him as we headed down the hallways towards my first period class. It didn’t matter that my class was on the opposite side of the school from mine, he walked me to each class every day, and he always met me after each class. I never knew how he got all his teachers to let him out of class early enough to beat me out of my classes, but he was always there waiting for me. “Oh, I plan on having more than just one other one,” Dakota said and then winked at me as he smiled. I could feel the smile creep across my face and I couldn’t help the spread of it. Whenever he winked at me like that, it made me want to shine, and if I could do it, for him I would. “Oh God, Kasey, I love that,” Dakota said and pointed at my smile with his hand that was around mine, and it just made me smile wider. “See, that right there, that’s the one that I love.” I tried to stop smiling but it was a failed attempt. I couldn’t pull my lips down to cover my teeth, so just like every time he got me smiling like this, I couldn’t make myself stop. And not only that I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his, which were looking at me like I was the only thing in the world, and had shine to match the glow in my own. “Thanks,” I mumbled slightly embarrassed, but still very much pleased and touched at the same time. By this time, sadly, we had made it to my classroom and the two minute warning bell, saying we had two minutes left to get to class, was ringing loud and obnoxious through the hallways. That bell was all it took to make my huge smile leave my face, with the warning bell I knew it was time to go to class and thus time to leave Dakota. Without saying a word he pulled me to the side of the door and easily into his arms. Still quiet he placed one of his warm hands under my chin he pulled me face up to his and covered my lips with his.
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Post by Friday on Nov 12, 2009 21:16:21 GMT -5
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t feel anything around me but Dakota’s hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back under my backpack pulling me closer towards him. My hands reached up around his neck and I pulled myself closer to him. As soon as I pulled up to him, I could feel his hold on me lessen, and his hands slide around me to rest on my waist. I reluctantly loosened my own grasp to have my hands rest lightly on his shoulder. My whole body was still burning for his touch, his hands on me, his lips pressed against mine. “You’ve got to go,” he whispered into my ear leaning close to me, his voice rough and husky tickling my very bones. “I know,” I told him, my voice harsher on the edges than what it usually was. “I’ll see you in forty-five minutes, my sweet Juliet,” he said, and placing a quick but hard kiss on my lips and then he turned me and nudged me towards the classroom door. With a sigh and walked into the room just as the tardy bell rang, my English teacher, Mrs. Hilland, glared at me from her seat behind her desk. I just ducked my head, and maneuvered around the desks and other students to my assigned seat in the back of the room.
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Post by Friday on Nov 12, 2009 23:46:21 GMT -5
The morning announcements came on as I was tucking my backpack under my desk after pulling out my blue spiral notebook for English. I flipped the book open to the first empty page and immediately started doodling on the top and side margins. And flipping through previous pages, you would see previous doodles throughout the margins of all my notes all saying the same thing the most common being: I Dakota Woods or Kasey May Woods. I wasn’t usually so fickle, but at the same time, no one made me react quite like Dakota did. “Hey, why were you so late?” Rachel, the girl who sat next to me in most of my classes, leaned over and asked me in a quiet voice. Rachel was my best girl friend in Crystal Overlook. She was in all of my classes except sociology and we got along well despite our many outward appearances. She had dark curly hair and those clear blue eyes that made me jealous every time I saw them. “Why do you think?” I asked her in return talking in a quiet voice like she was. Mrs. Hilland, while able to be a cool fun teacher sometimes, did not like people talking in class especially if she was talking but for now since announcements were still on and class really hadn’t started yet, we were safe. “Kasey you are so lucky to have gotten Dakota, or maybe he is the lucky one, I haven’t really figured it out yet,” she said taking out her own notebook for class. Rachel was a pretty good friend of Dakota’s and also happened to be one of the many girls that had turned Dakota down. “We’re just lucky to have found each other,” I said still slightly distracted by the doodles in my notebook. I couldn’t escape Dakota, it didn’t matter what I was doing, he was always in my head, always on my mind. There were sometimes that I was distracted with something else, but that was all it was. A distraction. I couldn’t understand why Dakota had picked me of all people. I was the new girl in town, something different. I was pretty, but I wouldn’t say I was prettier than Rachel was sitting next to me. I never had luck with guys, and then along came beautifully perfect Dakota. I saw myself as lucky. But to Dakota, he was the lucky one. I found him and saved him from giving up on all girls, or so he told me. I wasn’t sure how everything worked out but there were some facts that I for sure knew. One, Dakota was the epitome of nice guy. They might as well put Dakota’s name in the definition of nice guy, because that was the best way to describe him. Two, Dakota had a lot of girls that were friends, but he had never really had girlfriends until I came along. That to me never really matched up. What girl didn’t want a nice guy? Well, apparently a lot didn’t want one. Dakota had told me himself that he had been rejected so many times that being rejected didn’t even faze him anymore. That he had liked many girls, but none of them ever liked him back like that. He was great at having girl friends, he just couldn’t ever find one that would be the girlfriend. According to him girls told him he was too nice, and that’s why he couldn’t keep any relationship with a girl to become serious. And that’s when I came along walked into his life, like I was meant to be there all along. I sat down in a chair next to him in sociology even though there were several open chairs around the classroom. I had to choose the one next to him. And thinking back on it, I don’t know why I pulled out the chair next to him. But I did. And this weird girl sitting next to him talked to herself, and something compelled him to answer back. We talked that whole first class, and as we left we continued talking and walking until we reached his next class. The same thing happened the next day in class. Except, before he left me to go to his next class this time he gave me his cell phone number. And that’s the beginning of Kasey and Dakota. Or Dakota and Kasey, however you want to look at that. It still baffles me that I’m the one who gets to hold his hand and kiss him. He’s everything I ever wanted in a guy, and had almost every aspect that any girl I’ve ever talked to wants. I don’t understand at all why he didn’t already have a girlfriend here. Still really don’t understand why after a month he is still with me. Sure I’m pretty, and I’m fairly smart. But I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, and I’m definitely not the most stunning beauty on the block either. I have a list of a few psycho ex-boyfriends that decide they are going to show up every now and again. I’m an emotional train wreck most of the time, at least to me it seems that way. I know I’m a mess sometimes. But yet here I am with him, who I’m going to say it again, is everything I’ve ever wanted. When you really start to think about it, there is definitely something more at work here than just the two of us. For a while the question for me was what. But now I know it’s not what, but who. And I know what the answer to that question is.
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Post by Friday on Nov 14, 2009 1:54:47 GMT -5
I’ve never been the most devote Christian. I go to church on Sunday, I even worked in the nursery every other Sunday for the morning service a few years ago. When my dad and I used to eat dinner together, we would pray, and I know that my mom used to pray every night with me when she would tuck me in before I went to sleep. But even now, when the praying was less, and I made it to church less often than I should, I could tell you that He was the reason Dakota and I were together. Too many things had happened for it to be just coincidence. I switched into his sociology class, the day classes started. I just happened to sit in the seat next him despite the face that there were several opens seats around the room. We both happened to like the same things, and we both absolutely loved Taylor Swift. Whenever I tried to describe him to people I knew that didn’t know him, I just said that he was the male version of me. The one day he used Allen’s phone to text me, Allen put my name in there as Kasey Woods. He had literally told one of his good friends. Allison, that he had given up on love and any girl ever liking him, and the very next day I sat next to him in sociology. That was more than enough proof for me to know that God was working out something in my life. It just made it even more obvious to me when Dakota felt the same way, and said anything without us ever talking about it. If that didn’t prove it, I don’t know what did. The morning flew by for me. Going from English to Calculus, Biology, and my free period study hall right before lunch seemed to go faster than I ever remembered it going. Just like usual, Dakota picked me up from all my classes and walked me to all my next ones. Rachel who shared all my classes except sociology was with us all throughout our passing periods. And despite how fast the morning went by, I was still more than ready for lunch when it got there. By the time we got there, everyone else from our normal lunch crowd was there to greet Rachel, Dakota, and me at our normal lunch table. The eight of us sat at a round table and filled in all the seats completely and had there been more seats, there probably would have been more people. Besides the three of us, Allen, Jason, and Allison, who was also Jason’s girlfriend, were there. Katie, who was Rachel’s friend and Rachel’s younger brother Cade, sat with us. We were all seniors except Allison and Rachel’s brother Cade, and they were both juniors. I looked around the table at everyone, and still found it hard to believe I had just been a part of Crystal Ridge High School for almost two months. I had made friends here easier than I had anywhere else, it was like they had all just scooted over and made a spot for me. I fit in naturally here. And I couldn’t ever remember having better friends than the seven of them sitting around me. DeeAnn still beat them all, but after her, I had never really had good friends anywhere, no matter how long I stayed in one place. And within one month of being in Crystal Overlook, I had the perfect boyfriend, and the best friends I could ever ask for.
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