I
held onto the hope that he would show up at my Grammy's doorstep in
the morning to give me one last hug. Just to know he was as desperate
to see me one last time as I was him would be enough for me to hold
onto for a long time. But he didn't show, and neither did Rachel. I
got onto the plane, sick and numb. Crying hysterically the whole way.
When
I first moved up I was sick with grief. I cried myself to
dehydration. My mom says I wouldn't eat, but I don't remember that
part. I got my period within two weeks of itself, I'm sure just from
the sheer intensity my sadness. I would spend most of my time editing
old photos on photoshop, learning new things on the program daily.
I'd stay up late into the morning online just hoping to talk to
anyone back home. I wrote incessantly in my journals, cataloging
every mundane moment to try and get the thoughts and feelings out.
How could my parents take me away from him when he was just starting to
care, after all this time. How could they sequester me from
everything I knew in my life. It was exshasting to be that
miserable.
I
tried to contact Jared in any way possible. I tried letters, myspace,
and msn. Not a whole lot was received back on my end, though a lot
was sent from it. It felt like my absence wasn't something greatly
affecting him and that hurt. Still I looked for stars and dandelions
to wish upon. Any chance to bewitch him into realizing that he loved
me. If I just knew that he loved me, that could carry me through
everything.
Rachel
would call and write, and she'd send glimpses into how life was
moving on without me in Ohio. It hurt too, but at least she cared
enough to fill me in and check in on me. Especially after she found
out I was trying to hurt myself for attention. The stories of Jared
were what I cared about most, and they were always too short. Lyzzy
supplied me with a few as well.
The
summer was spent exclusively with my family. At age sixteen, that was
definitely not ideal. I was dragged along many camping trips(I hate
camping), to all sorts of deserted places across the state. I saw
eagles, I saw rams, I saw bears and moose. Nothing peeked my interest
though. My headphones stayed glued into my ear canals, and I listened
exclusively to either Mindless Self Indulgence(Jared's favorite band,
and quickly becoming one of my own), or sad sappy mope music. I won't
lie though, I did enjoy four wheeling.
When
we weren't on mini-vacations into the wilderness, it was just my Mom,
my little 5 year old brother and I. For weeks straight, every day we
would go to the library then the grocery store daily. I think she
just couldn't stand to sit in the house all day with the angsty
teenager, or maybe she was trying to bring me out of my mope. I drove
my family crazy but I couldn't help it. Neither of us could
understand each other. They didn't get why I coudn't just get over
it, and I couldn't get why this had happened at all.
I
tried desperately to get a job. When that failed due to my age and
inexperience, I went online selling dolls I made. Rachel would also
send me funds from time to time from her job at the chinese
restaurant. I wanted nothing more than to go home, even if it was
only for a week. It was fated not to be. Summer finally and suddenly
came to and end, and within a week the leaves changed and the air
grew cold.
I
dreaded the first day of school. I was terrified. I got no sleep that
night, and got rained on waiting for a bus that never came. I got
lost, and sat alone at lunch. When I got home that day, my mom asked
“How did it go?” and I instantly burst into tears and ran into my
room.
My
junior year and I knew no one, like so many times before. Something
would happen to me in class and I would go to find them in the halls
to tell them. Realizing they weren't there and that I was alone would
crush me every time. So often I would see dopplegangers of him and
Rachel, I my eyes would light up. I'd go to call their name, but it
would stop upon my lips as I remembered they were 3,000 miles away
from me. My heart felt like it would crumple up to dust. I'd never
felt so alone.
Most
of the fall and winter passed by slowly and in the most forlorn way.
I made some aquaintances, but no one I really connected with. No one
I could really be myself around. When I finally did make a friend who
got me, her dad passed away and she moved back to the states. I
really started to think there was a higher power out to make me
miserable for a while. All I had was my music, and I clung to it
desperately. I was especially thankful my favorite band put out a new
record that spoke to how I was feeling. The songs quickly became my
anthem.
Then
it kind of dawned on me in December, that all this had to be
happening for some reason. I knew I wanted to be a stronger person,
and I figured that this was the experience to change me. I finally
sucked it up and kicked myself in the butt. If I had to be here for an undetermined amount of time, I had to make the best of it, because being miserable was clearly not working. There were a handful of
kids I'd seen around school. Ones who wore band shirts that I loved
and had rainbow colored hair. Ones I admired from afar but never had
the guts to talk to. I decided to fake it till I made it.
I
pretended I was confident. I pretended I was cool, and that everyone
wanted to be friends with me. I walked with my held held higher, and
quit looking down at my feet. I followed those kids out of the
classroom and into the hallway to talk. I befriended them all, one by
one.
Suddenly everyone thought
I was cool! Suddenly I had
lots of friends and was being invited to hang out. I had things to
look forward to, and people to talk to. They thought I was funny and
interesting and best of all, they liked my taste in music. They even admitted they had seen me around school in my Mindless Self Indulgence shirt(take a wild guess why I bought that one) and wanted to befriend me too! All the
while I was gaining my new attitude, here and there from time to
time, little notes from Jared would pop up in comments on myspace and
msn. Always boosting my confidence. He would just say hello but
sound sound so excited to be speaking to me. He was always in the
back of my mind.
Other
boys took the foreground, because they were actually flirting with
me(something that I was definitely not used to coming from a town
full of farm boys and useless jocks). Yet there was always this
nagging voice in my head that screamed “but what about Jared!?”.
Any feelings brought about by possible new beaus were met with utter
conflictions. How could I feel such loyalty to a boy 3,000 miles
away, who'd never come out and said his true feelings to me. Still
none of them were serious enough to return all of my affections, and
the end of the year drew near.
I
was a new woman. I had grabbed my teenage angst by the balls and
taken it for my own. I had made the friends I wanted and had flirted
with boys I wanted. I was cute and I knew it. I finally had the
confidence I wanted. I had a new best friend named Christal, who
could make me laugh until I peed my pants(which actually happened
once). I was on top of my world for once.
My
Grammy came up as summer 2007 began, the first time I'd seen her in a
year. The plan was that she would come up to visit, then take my
little brother and I down to vacation in Ohio for two weeks. I could
barely contain myself the whole week she stayed with us. I was
restless, with school being out and the trip hanging over my head. No
boys had lasted into summer, and my mind was dripping with 'what ifs'
and Jared. Would I see him? Would he want to see me? Had we changed
too much? What if my friends and I don't have anything in common
anymore? I wrote in my journals incessantly to try and get the
thoughts and feelings out of my brain and onto paper.
Finally
we flew down. It was quite a trip down too, seeing as we got stuck in
Vegas and had to spend the night. Upon arriving at last, the first few days in Ohio were spent
catching up with my girlfriends. I had no was to contact Jared other
than the internet as he had no phone line. Rachel and I stopped by his house one day and knocked but received no reply. I was starting to worry I
wasn't going to see him at all.
Then Zach called and we planned a
picnic. Zach
and I drove to Jared's in his hot shit red camero(seriously, that car
was the coolest). We knocked on the door for a while but no reply, just as Rachel and I had. I
began to lose hope, but still we kept knocking determinedly. Finally he
came to the door. I was stunned, mesmerized just like when I saw him
at Derby Days. He looked mostly the same but he'd grown his hair out.
We hugged and he invited us in.
After
he ate some Arby's, he decided to ditch his plans with his mom to
come hang out with us and go on a picnic. We picked up Ryan and
headed to Fort St. Clair. We goofed around there for a while and then
we went into Richmond and wandered around the mall and Hastings. We
went back to Ryan's and watched awkward animes(some of which were
pornographic and being the most innocent 17 year old I had my face in
Jared's chest through most of it. Which obviously was much more
enjoyable).
It
was well past midnight, probably off into 4am. Zach brought Jared and
I back to Jared's house where we all spent the night. We were all in
Jared's bed, Zach against the wall, Jared in the middle, and me on
the outside. Being sleep deprived and wired, we all got a bad case of
the giggles and suddenly everything was hysterical. We laughed and
talked for a while until we finally got really tired.
Zach rolled over and fell asleep, but Jared and I were still pretty
giggly. We were going on about nothing when all of a sudden something
wet touches my cheek. I recoiled in horror, when I realized he licked
me. “Gross!” I whispered hoarsly. Of course I had to get him
back! I slobbered up his cheek then he got me again. I went in again
spitting as I did, then he went to lick me again then our tongues
touched. Again I recoiled, this time in shock.
Thinking
quickly, I realized this is actually when I want to be happening.
This had to be a what he was intending. Slowly I leaned back in to
where we were and out lips met. I had no utter idea what I was doing,
but I just tried to follow his lead and be fluid in motion. It was a
little clumsy, and not quite what I'd always imagined, but still
perfect to me.
My
head was swimming, just trying to grasp the moment. I was so tired
yet desperately clinging to consiousness. The kiss only lasted a few
moments, and then we cuddled up really close to each other. I had
never been so happy in my entire life. That unattainable kiss that had been hyped
up my entire life was finally mine. All the waiting had been totally
worth it. It was with him, with Jared. All those feelings that had
never gone away were growing more rapidly than ever.
We
curled up together and fell asleep. Around
9 am, Zach left and we kept sleeping. At some point in the night
someone opened the door but I was too afraid to look and find out who
it was. I buried my head in Jared's chest and pretended to be
sleeping. Jared just said "...Hey!" with a
smile in his voice, to which there was no reply except the door
shutting.
Some hours later, we woke up again and started talking some more.
Evenutally we got tired again and he pulled me close and wrapped his
arm around me. Then he took my arm and draped it over his chest. I drifted off to sleep again.
"WAKE UP LOVE BIRDS!!!!!!! :D!!!!!!"
I dove my head into a pillow, to hide from the buring ceiling
light. After a second we both sat up startedly to see Mike and Jon
making faces at me like "ooooohhh YOU GO CADY!" and
pointing and snickering excitedly. They tell me it's 5 in the
afternoon to my complete astonishment.
"It's FIVE?!"
"Yeah."
"It's FIVE o CLOCK?!"
"...yeahhhh"
We hurriedly got up and went downstairs.
I then experienced my first walk of shame, though there was really no shame to bare. It was just extremely awkward.
I then experienced my first walk of shame, though there was really no shame to bare. It was just extremely awkward.
Mike, Jon, Jared's older sister Alanah, his little brother Seth, and his dad were all down
in the living room, watching us come down the stairs. I sat down and
tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone, especially Mike and Jon's giddy faces. Jared's dad emerged
from the bathroom, waltzed over and sat down in front of me. He
looked me dead in the eye as he lit up a cigarette.
"So what exactally are your intentions with my son?"
My heart stopped cold in my chest. I inhaled sharpley and
tried to control my eyes from getting to wide from shock.
".....Ummm..." I was terrified and had no idea what to
say. Was this the moment to spill my guts about my undying love for
his son?
"Because I walked in on you two all snuggled up this morning,
and I've never seen him snuggle with a girl like that
before." he smiled with a sideways glance to Jared, who like me
was trying to avoid any eye contact. He was milling around
in the kitchen, probably embarrassed enough to keel over.
"..." I didn't know what to say and could only muster a
nervous smile, even though him saying that made my insides explode
with even more happiness.
"The last person I saw him snuggle with was either Zach, or
Ryan, or Mike"
I couldn't stiffle the laughter that followed, and neither could
anyone else in the room, save for maybe Jared.
He finally stood up to walk into the kitchen, allowing me to
breathe at last, and as he ambled past Jared he muttered loud enough
for all of us to hear, "I was gettin' worried about you for a
while there...".
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