Dec 03, 2004 15:33
so me and tyler never stop fighting. ever. ever. ever
day before yesterday we made the MUTUAL agreement to take a break. NOT break up. just take a break from each other. maybe not talk so much etc etc.
then yesterday morning he says "we're basically broken up" so i said "fine if thats what you want" and left.
keith finds out that im single. yeah. in lunch i sit with keith and whitney and cecilia and tyler just stares at keith like he wants to kill him.
then we get the brilliant idea to leave.
whitney and christie kinney sign out as co-ops, and they get into whitneys truck and leave. me and keith run to the gym after second lunch and cut through the art room out the back doors and fucking book it down the gravel road that leads into the neighborhood.
we started walking down marengo drive, and whitney and christie come riding up and we hop in and go to cash whitneys check to get some dro. im sitting next to keith and he puts his arm around me and says "im so glad you came with us".
we went back to whitneys and shes on the phone trying to find some hookups, and we come across this guy named Phillip that deals straight out of hometown pizza. so we order some cheese sticks and we drive down there, and on the way keith starts nuzzling me and rubbing my shoulder and i look down at him and omg.
KEITH SAMPSON KISSED ME.
WWWWWWOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
holy shit. and whitney jokingly said "hey now watch that" so silly keith took her seriously and stopped. how wonderful it is to see a guy blush.
we pull into hometown pizza and of course whitney and christie hop right out of the car, and i cant get to door open so keith has to help me. whitney and christie walk into hometown, and me and keith are alone in the parking lot and start making out like crazy. we pull away and he goes, "i have wanted to do that since the first time i saw you". holy shit.
we went inside and phillip gives us free food and tells us this house that we need to go to. he said he all ready set up the "Order" and its ready, so we drive back into the neighborhood and walk into some guys garage and up to his attic and theres this little home set up in the attic of the garage with beer bottles everywhere and moldy pizza and roaches (not insects, but blunt roaches). he rolls us a super fat sack (thanks, guy) and we go back to whitneys house and onto her back porch and smoke up like crazy.
yes.
i have missed the taste of weed in my mouth.
at 6 we had an orchestra rehearsal (in the afternoon). keith calls me and is like "lets go early and smoke" so we go at 5 and smoke with scott and christie and didnt play for shit.