Day Two: Your Crush
Dear Francisco Lachowski, jokes! He's a hottie and all but no he's not what I'm going to be writing this to. So let me start over.
I guess the first time I met you was probably the worst day of my life ever, or at least the worst day when I was 13, do you remember it? You better remember it or else I'm going to throw a fit! I'm joking, but seriously it really was the worst day ever. I mean it's not like I was expecting to find you, Ty and Henry at Noah's place talking about Ralph magazine, for Christ's sake I was 13. What made it worse was that even after I was obviously uncomfortable hearing you guys talk about it, YOU kept going. The first thing I ever remember thinking about you was; this guy's a dickhead. I think I was right on the money when I thought that, because it's true.
Since that day every time I saw you you'd be taking it in your stride to make my day; the worst day ever. Most of the time you'd win and I'd just go on a huge rage at you, which only made you laugh even more, let's just say that I had dreams about you; dreams where I killed you and fed your balls to my dog.
But I think the worst day was the great Easter egg hunt of 2009, we were all 16. Our searching area was I think 500m in each direction from my place, and for a change we did it at night to up the stakes, prize pool was $200 for the winning person. So we'd been spending like an hour looking for these tiny eggs around the place, and let's just say I'm not exactly fond of the dark, as you should know. So you of course found it funny to hide behind the church and dress up as a ghost, and scare me. Let's just say that you weren't exactly smart when you did that, because as I recall you still have a scar on the side of your head from where I hit you with my basket, which taught you to not mess with me.
I think the most memorable thing I remember from grade 11 was when you streaked across our school oval. You rebel, streaking across an all girl's school's oval, not long after, and Ty did too. I don't know what got into your heads, but I can tell you now, that everyone was either checking you out, taking pictures, or too innocent to even look. But the thing that sucked most was the fact that all these girls in my grade were asking ME for YOUR numbers, do you remember that day? I showed up at your house, with Noah of course, and slapped you. I mean I had to endure that whole goddamn day of listening to girls talk about you and fantasize and then ask me for your numbers, how could I not get some kind of payback.
August, 2010. I just broke up with Morgan. So I went to chill at the park, clear my head. I didn't really notice you were there until you asked what was wrong, I just looked at you really weird and thought, 'Oh great, dickhead's here to annoy me again', so I told you to leave. But you didn't, you stubborn ass. I guess that was the day that I figured I kind of liked you, I don't even know how the hell that happened, I mean here I am one second thinking I'd just love to cut your throat out, and then the next I actually like you. Feelings are weird like that I guess. It was on that day that I figured, you weren't actually that bad either, I mean you actually cared enough to listen.
Then just before we started school, you saw me and Morgan talking, and he was trying to force me into stuff I really didn't want to do, if you know what I mean. I didn't notice you were there but I do remember you hitting the guy, and then Ty came over and stopped you. But I guess it wasn't really needed because when you saw that I started crying and telling you to stop, you eventually did. You still have a cut on your lip from when he hit you, but I just remember falling a little bit for you.
The New Year began, and with that the new footy season for your school. No one really suspected that anything between us changed, I mean we still argued every time we say each other, and to be honest, it was only me that had changed feelings towards the other, as for you, you were still the same old James. Then we talked after one of your games and you asked me out, I rejected you. Not because I wanted to hurt you, but because it'd completely mess up our 'friendship'. But you kept trying anyways, for like a whole month until I finally said yes; you're one hell of a persistent guy.