So about Friday night...

It could have quite possibly been one of the most amazing nights of my life. I knew it would be amazing before I even got to the venue. I had skipped school that day, and spring break with the coming up week! There were six amazing bands on the set list, AND I got to spend the entire show with the boy of my dreams. What more could I ask for?

I woke up at around 8am but decided it would be a complete waste of my skipped day to stay awake, so I went back to sleep and stayed that way until noon. When I finally decided my eyes would not close again, I got out of bed and wandered my way into the kitchen. I think I tripped over every possible piece of furniture. It all seems to scuttle its way into my path when my head is still fuzzy and my vision is bleary. For once I actually ate breakfast, even if it was only Frosted Flakes. I brought my bowl into the living room, careful not to spill the liquid sloshing against the sides of the bowl. I arrived at the couch victorious and hungry. Munchies are vicious when you wake up this time of day. I sat on my ass, scarfing down the food and thinking. Then I got really bored. I wasn't supposed to go pick up James until 5:45, and there was nothing to do at my house. So I decided to start rereading Twilight. As it turns out, no matter how much I like the movie, the book is still better. I read and read, until about 4:50, and then I realized that I have ten minutes until I had to leave. James lives in Marietta, which is 45 minutes away from me. I shot up and changed into my skinny jeans and band t-shirt. [the band is The Analyst, they're amazing. I highly recommend them] the I realized that I still had to do my makeup. I put on some really thick eyeliner and green eyeshadow. I was only done with my first eye when my mom walked in and told me I needed to hurry. We wanted to miss rush hour. I hurried to finish my makeup then ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. A little scrunching and some hairspray and it looked amazing! I was finally done and I ran through my moms room telling her to hurry up in a sarcastic voice. I was definitely ready to go see James! On my way out the door I paused to grab my camera and my old hair straightener. James wants to start straightening his hair so of course I'm going to give him something to help! The camera was to take pictures of one of my best friends bands. [Storm The Shoreline]

The drive to James's house was ridiculously long but I spent the majority of the time singing my lungs out to my Panic! At The Disco and Dashboard Confessional Cd's. By the time We actually got to James's house it was six o'clock and we were already running late. As it turns out, I forgot to call him before we left. When I finally got someone to answer the phone [as we sat in the middle of the road waiting for him] his dad answered and I had to ask for James. Did I mention that I hate talking on the phone? Although it was pretty funny to hear the background noise go from nothing to death metal with a few short steps. James got the phone and I could tell he had been playing video games, that or sleeping. He seemed a little angry that I hadn't called him before I left my house and said he needed a few minutes to get himself together. Keep in mind, we're still sitting in the middle of the road outside his house waiting for him to appear. Before we ever saw James, a boy named Blake popped out of the front door and trotted over to the car. I know Blake from other trips to Swayze's and said hi and everything nice like that. I asked him if he'd like to come with us, and he said no. Thank god. I have nothing against Blake, he's a nice kid and all, but I wanted to be alone with James. [As alone as you could get at a massive local concert full of people you know.] At least I didn't want any of HIS friends to be there. His friends are distracting. Finally James came out of the door and he looked amazing as always. He was wearing the black tripp pants with purple trim I had given him. His Children Of Bodom shirt was two sizes too big, as usual. He was wearing his normal skate shoes and fingerless gloves with a solid black plain hoodie. He looked perfect to me. The trudged over to the car and got in the backseat. I was still sitting in the front seat with mom. On the way to Swayze's we talked a little more and I gave him the picture I had been drawing him for weeks. He says he liked it. I still don't know if it's true. We were just starting to get worried when we pulled into the parking lot of Swayze's. Storm The Shoreline came on in 2 minutes and we definitely didn't want to miss the best band playing tonight. [In our opinion anyway]

Right as we walked in the were announcing who they were and the first song they would play. We weren't too late! James and I stood in the corner of the stage and the wall, closest to the bassist [Faygo] I yelled to Evan [vocalist] that I loved him, just to let him know I had arrived on time. He looked at me and smiled, then told me he loved me too. I spent the first song taking a video of the band. I had to use both hands to hold my camera because the Rockstar I drank on the way to get James has finally taken effect and my hands shook too badly if I didn't used both. Through the rest of the set I was just taking pictures of my boys. James standing beside me headbanging as usual. They they ended and James decided he was thirsty. We walked does to the convenience store so he could buy a drink and I could buy batteries for my camera. Just in case.

We walked back to Swayze's and went inside to sit on one of the couches that lined the back wall of the venue. That's where we usually go in between bands. Once I sat down he sat on top of me. Typical. x] I started tickling him and he jumped up and over beside me, still sitting so close that my entire right side was touching his entire left side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and all I could do was smile. I love being around him. I saw my friend Andrea across the crowded room and I got up to say hello to her. James followed me, thankfully. I hugged Andrea and then we all decided to go outside and sit on the sidewalk. The band playing inside wasn't the best. James and I sat on the sidewalk while Andrea stood beside us. For some reason she never sits down outside. We stayed there and joked with a few friends who came up and talked to us, then James decided to throw my strawberry white tea all over the sidewalk. I had to jump up pretty quickly to avoid getting wet. At that point we were kind of sick of just sitting down anyway. We walking towards the parking lot where we saw a few of my friend standing and talked to them for a little. Brian ended asking me if James shaves his junk. Yes, yes he does. I asked him why he couldn't ask James, who was standing right beside me. Apparently it was funnier to see me blush. We started walking back towards the store [Swayze's is in a little strip mall type area] and instead of going in the door when we got there we walked right around the corner and into the alley behind the place. Andrea was still trailing along with us. We ended up walking all around the alley and coming out the other side then we started walking towards Swayzes again. Joking around and play pushing each other the whole time. We sat back down on the sidewalk when we heard the band inside. Andrea went inside saying she thought they sounded good.

Then we ran. Back down the sidewalk and around the corner. We had to escape! We walked into the back alley again and sat on the pavement. Then started talking. I was supposed to do him a favour this night. I promised him I would last time I saw him, since it had been so long. We debated possible locations for the action for about 15 minutes and finally thought we found one, but right as we decided to do it, people showed up. My friends Josh, Cameron, and Ellie came waltzing around the corner, completely unaware of what they have almost witnessed. They had only come to smoke some weed and get a little higher. We stayed to chat for a few moments and then decided to find somewhere less crowded behind the building. We walked way to the other side and thought we had found yet another good spot.... that is until someone from Swayze's walked right past where we were standing. He claims he had to go pee. James and I sit and wait for him to come back and walk around the corner again. It seems like it takes him ages. We've decided that it's probably safe to walk back to the original spot now and we were right. No one was there. Then I had to open my big mouth. for the sake of easy, James's words will be in turquoise, mine will be in green.
"They're gone, want to go ahead and try before anyone else comes?"
"I'm still debating on if I even should."
"What?? Why debating?"
"Just because....."
"Friends tell friends things!"
"Do friends also do each other 'favours'?"
"Yes... but it's more like friends with benefits...er.. I don't know. We were never aparently mentally..er physically... there's something between mental and physical.. what is it?"
At this point we both sat down in the middle of the alley and layed on our backs, looking at the stars. The only problem was the streetlight just a few feet down from us. We relocated to a different [slightly darker] area and assumed the same position. We stayed there for at least an hour. Talking about everything that had gone wrong between us. I told him all my theories on the problem, he told me all of his. It was nice, the first time he'd ever opened up to me like this. As we talked ge began getting closer and close to each other, until we heard the scream. I decided that a back alley behind a venue probably wouldn't be the best place to be when people were screaming so we walked to the front of the big long building. While we were walking he turned and gave me a big hug then stretched so I could feel certain... 'friends' and I jumped back. He thought I was angry with him, but I wasn't. It just surprized me. I wanted him to hug me again, but I knew I had ruined that moment. We sat down away from the crowd so we could keep talking. He admitted that he still loved me as much as he had while we were dating. I had to admit, when he said it, my hear skipped. We sat in front of the building for an extended period of time, still talking with each other. The more and more he spoke the more I felt i knew him. It was good to finally know what he was actually thinking and not have to guess anymore. After a particularly tense moment, he put his arm around my shoulder and swung his other arm around in front of me, then put his head on my shoulder. It was the single most amazing hug I've ever had. While his head was still down he began humming. Then everything grew quiet.
"I love you." he whispered into my shoulder. I almost thought I had misheard him. I paused for no more than two minutes before whispering back to him.
"I love you too." I squeezed his arm reassuringly. then my hug was gone. He moved the arm that had been in front of me back down to his side, but his right arm was still wrapped around my shoulders. Suddenly he took that arm away too.
"My hands are cold!" as he said this he pushed them up the back of my shirt. He was right. They were cold. I began to laugh. "What?"
"That was just weird. haha"
"Oh...sorry" as he said this he pulled his hands out of my shirt.
"It's okay."
"It's okay as in, I can do it again? or its okay as in never do that again James"?
"It's okay as in you can do it again silly." And he did. It sounds strange, but even that slight physical connection sent waves of heat and frost through my body. After a few more minutes, Josh and Cameron came to tell me that my mom was there to pick us all up. I was thier ride home and they were cold, so they wanted to leave as soon as possible. On the way home all four of us squished into the backseat of the truck while mom and her boyfriend got the front two seats. I didn't mind. I just got to be with James more. Squished up against him, at that! As is turns out, his arm got wrapped around my shoulder again. He was so quiet on the ride to take him home. All he did was stare out the window. I asked him what he was thinking about.
"How I almost kissed you."
"Oh.. Bad timing sucks."
"What?"
"If my mom hadn't have gotten here right now then you could have."
"Well, I had been thinking about doing it all night."
"Oh..."
"I was afraid of what you would do. Or how you would react."
"What could I possibly do to scare you."
"I'm scared of a lot of things Krystal."
and those were some of the last words he spoke to me before he got out of the car. Needless to say it was the most incredible night I've had all year long. I'm completely positive that I'm in love with the boy and that's never going to change. No matter the bullshit that we go through. He's my angel and I don't want to think about living without him in my life somehow. I just wish I could relive Friday night over and over. Then I'd be the happiest person ever.