Livers and other "L" words.
This is what's gone on with Luke while I had spring break.
I talked to him online for quite a while. When I'm at home, my phone is on roam...so we resorted to aim. We talked about what may happen this summer-when he's out on tours and such. He said I can "apartment-sit" for him. That I can go over there and do whatever. I pointed out the fact that would require giving me a key. He said just no wild parties or other things like that. I'll have a fucking key...I've never had a key to somebody else's living area...
He said that I would have to come to his hometown. In his hometown, I would most likely meet his family members. Sure-in other relationships I met parents, but that's because we hung out at houses-parents were there-they had to know what was going on with their children. This is different. He could easily *not* take me home...but he wants to. Crazy.
Last night-I drove half way back to school. Luke had been in Des Moines and ended up in Oskaloosa (sp?) and had a hotel room. So I stayed there with him. We didn't do anything. He surprised me with gummy bears and a card made out of a picture from TV Guide. We laid on our backs and looked at a map of Iowa and talked about what was where. He made cheesy jokes, and I laughed at them...I made a few of my own. He sat on my butt when I was drinking my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's. I quit drinking my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's when he started rubbing my back. When he was done he leaned over my head and drank some of my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's. It was an interesting view.
We talked about things that had happened over the past week. A few "when I was little" stories came out, and a couple about other family members. We talked about how perverted my mind is and how I get that from my mom who got it from her mother. We talked and laughed about a lot of things while we had foot fights and held hands. And sometimes we didn't talk at all.
Sometimes he kissed my collar bone or my stomach with his hands on my ribs or on my hips; I ran my hands and fingers around his back. Sometimes he just held me really really close-really tight-like he was trying to push me into him.
He kissed my forehead. I don't remember the last time somebody kissed my forehead. This time-it was a little uncomfortable-but at the same time comforting. He also kissed my jaw bone. My face. Like the forehead, it was new, but it wasn't bad. I was ok.
Sometimes I laid my head on his chest and watched his stomach move and listened to his heart beat while he moved his fingers soooo lightly on my back and neck. Sometimes I wanted to burst or just slowly burn to a pile of ash...sometimes a fire that would surround him.
When we woke up this morning-we both thought it'd be fantastic if we could spend the entire day in bed-the same way we'd spent the entire night before in bed.
He won't leave my head.
Eric told me that for now I am. Morgan told me that as much as I can be right now, I am. I say I can't be. I say I thought I have been before, but I *really* haven't been. Before I even say it to myself inside my head-I'm going to be sure of it.
I talked to him online for quite a while. When I'm at home, my phone is on roam...so we resorted to aim. We talked about what may happen this summer-when he's out on tours and such. He said I can "apartment-sit" for him. That I can go over there and do whatever. I pointed out the fact that would require giving me a key. He said just no wild parties or other things like that. I'll have a fucking key...I've never had a key to somebody else's living area...
He said that I would have to come to his hometown. In his hometown, I would most likely meet his family members. Sure-in other relationships I met parents, but that's because we hung out at houses-parents were there-they had to know what was going on with their children. This is different. He could easily *not* take me home...but he wants to. Crazy.
Last night-I drove half way back to school. Luke had been in Des Moines and ended up in Oskaloosa (sp?) and had a hotel room. So I stayed there with him. We didn't do anything. He surprised me with gummy bears and a card made out of a picture from TV Guide. We laid on our backs and looked at a map of Iowa and talked about what was where. He made cheesy jokes, and I laughed at them...I made a few of my own. He sat on my butt when I was drinking my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's. I quit drinking my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's when he started rubbing my back. When he was done he leaned over my head and drank some of my Dr. Pepper from Wendy's. It was an interesting view.
We talked about things that had happened over the past week. A few "when I was little" stories came out, and a couple about other family members. We talked about how perverted my mind is and how I get that from my mom who got it from her mother. We talked and laughed about a lot of things while we had foot fights and held hands. And sometimes we didn't talk at all.
Sometimes he kissed my collar bone or my stomach with his hands on my ribs or on my hips; I ran my hands and fingers around his back. Sometimes he just held me really really close-really tight-like he was trying to push me into him.
He kissed my forehead. I don't remember the last time somebody kissed my forehead. This time-it was a little uncomfortable-but at the same time comforting. He also kissed my jaw bone. My face. Like the forehead, it was new, but it wasn't bad. I was ok.
Sometimes I laid my head on his chest and watched his stomach move and listened to his heart beat while he moved his fingers soooo lightly on my back and neck. Sometimes I wanted to burst or just slowly burn to a pile of ash...sometimes a fire that would surround him.
When we woke up this morning-we both thought it'd be fantastic if we could spend the entire day in bed-the same way we'd spent the entire night before in bed.
He won't leave my head.
Eric told me that for now I am. Morgan told me that as much as I can be right now, I am. I say I can't be. I say I thought I have been before, but I *really* haven't been. Before I even say it to myself inside my head-I'm going to be sure of it.