*cries ould loud for once*
JB got sent home day before yesterday. I didn't find out until second period but when I did find out, the little world that seems to have sprung up around me crumbled. I couldn't believe that I ws never going to get to see him again. That I was never going to get a hug just when I seem to need it the most. That I'm never going to spend another night after curfew massaging his back. The last thing he said to me: "Thank-you." after I spent a hour and a half rubbing aloe on his badly sunburned back. Then he gave me one of those hugs that I've become somewhat addicted to and we both went to bed, assuming that it would happen again the next night. Now my question is; who am I going to offer a dollar to kill me when I get stressed out? Who am I going to sit up with after curfew and play on myspace and listen to music with? Who's going to look at me with that sweet smile, lock eyes with me and just say a simple "Hi." only get ahalf-smile and whispered "Hey..." in return. I'm starting to cry again.