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Posts tagged "boys"
- Boy: "hey you"
- Girl: oh yep....i'm gonna start doing that all the time
- Boy: awesome
- Girl: i also heard that people that you call "kiddo" are people that you want to sleep with but who don't want to sleep with you, but they know that you want to sleep with them and at the same time you know they don't want to sleep with you.
- Boy: i know all about "kiddo". jersey girls say "kiddo" when they want to get in your tighty whiteys.
I can’t really remember what day my 18th birthday fell on, but I think it was a weekend because I remember being home in the middle of the day. There was this boy who my mother absolutely loved. He was polite and always sat down to talk with her while he was waiting for me to finish getting ready. He always took me out to dinners with his family. On my 18th birthday he sent me a wonderful surprise. I had just gotten out of the shower when my door bell rang. My mom answered the door and told me it was for me. I was still in my robe and my hair was still up in a towel, but I came to the door anyway. It was a young boy, his little brother actually. His little was holding 18 red, pink and white roses in his arms. They were beautiful, with cascading vines and huge, fragrant buds. He was away at military school at the time so he wanted to make absolutely sure that these were hand delivered to me; hand delivered by someone he knew and trusted not just some flower delivery guy. It was so sweet and so special. The 18 roses were probably one of the greatest gifts I received that day for my birthday.
(I posted a little excerpt a while ago; here is the very short story from the beginning)
She was in love with this boy named Derick. Being able to spend 7 hours with him at school made going to classes a whole lot easier. But on this particular night, she would be able to see him for an extra three hours and it was like winning the lottery. Derick was a dreamboat with dark hair, dark eyes and beautiful milk & honey skin. He was quiet and shy and barely spoke up in class. They hung out in different cliques at school, but the 7th grade class as a whole was so small that you pretty much knew everybody anyway. However, seeing as this was the love of her life, actually talking to him was out of the question. Just looking at him was good enough for her.
It was the mid-90’s and she was only 13, so her sense of style was not fully developed. Her outfit of choice was a white polo shirt, demin skirt, and clear jellies. Yes, jellies came back in style of two seconds. Those two seconds being spent at the dance. Besides the shoes, it was a somewhat classic look. Still too young for makeup according to her mother, she did manage to sneak on some blush and a light colored lipstick.
Just like all the other dances, it took place in the school cafeteria. There was a generic DJ playing all the hits the kids loved. However, whenever a slow song came on it was like the parting of the Red Sea. Everyone took their place on either side of the cafeteria and the only ones dancing were the “It” couples in school. It seems silly but no one was brave enough to just ask the other to dance. One brave girl walked over to the DJ and announced some rules to a game that no one had heard of before. According to her, if your name was called you were required to peel yourself from the wall and dance with the other person who’s name was called. EMBARRASSING!!!!
She wouldn’t have been surprised if Derick knew all this time that she had a crush on him because it was well known among her friends. To her complete horror, her name was called and she was directed to dance with Derick. She was too embarassed to move. Her friend sitting next to her was encouraging her to stand up. Just as she was putting her hands down to help lift herself off the floor, there he was was standing in front of her with his hand out to take her out to the dance floor. With a slight smile on his face that made him look more beautiful than ever, he lead her to the middle of the dance floor.
He gently placed his arms around her tiny waist and pulled her as close to him as the chaperones would allow. Her heart was racing as they swayed from side to side as the most clichè song played - “I will always love You,” by Whitney Houston. She was afraid that he would be able to feel just how fast her heart was beating. With all the excitement and exhilartion that was going through her, she also felt slightly uncomfortable only because she thought he was holding her too close and that a teacher would say something. As she tried to pull away slightly, he only hugged her tighter. She could feel his breath on her shoulder. He was every so slightly running his fingers over the small of her back. It sent shivers throughout her whole body and she wished the song would never end. As Whitney belted out her last strong, full-volume note he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for the dance.”