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So what's been going on lately with me?
I'll start at the beginning.
So there is this boy. and he's a real nice guy. he plays guitar and likes all the same music as me but even better stuff and knows more about the bands that I like. and he likes me. and i'm okay with that.
for days and days and days we stay up late and talk about nothing in particular but he doesn't have guts to make a move. one day we go spontaneously camping at 12:30 at night and he bets me for a kiss. and I do and I like it.
weeks later I tell him about a rave in Southbridge (approx. 1 hour south of Boston, MA). This party is small with less than forty people total but we have fun and I'm impressed with his dance moves (back at camp we had learned break dancing moves from Hodge [from VA]). This boy already liked music but once he felt it he went crazy for the love oozing from the speakers. There was a spotter but not a spotter from DSI but she said that we looked cute together and I could agree. The party ended and we decided on a walk to the gas station. It was only at the end of the road but upon arriving we realized the gas station was closed. It was however 2am. I copper pulled into the station, I'm guessing to check out our intentions. We asked if there was an open station around and he replied that there was a 24 hour station 1.5 miles down the road. We had no intention of getting back into a car on such a beautiful night (we had come from a camp where we couldn't escape snow and the night happened to be a balmy 55 degrees). Our walk began with an adventuresome walk up a building with a shifty looking stair case. We climbed three stories and had a short lookout. Upon exiting the staircase at ground level we found a river with a large concrete embankment with a steep drop. We sat for a while and made a mental note of where this place was located so we could comeback and urban camp here. We had not planned a place to stay for the night and adventure was the word of the night. Southbridge, man, this place is wild. It such a homey little town that has all these old buildings made of red brick. The paint is peeling off signs and the stores are all named real funny kitschy things. The walk continued and it was warm, so warm compared to snow. And shit, there was grass. It was so warm that a breeze was such a welcome and inviting feeling. It's so strange to explore a place for the first time when everyone is asleep. And somehow it wasn't at all scary. The whole place just felt at rest and we were just nocturnal creatures scavenging our adventures from our habitat. He told me that he heard me singing in the car on the ride down here. I apologized. He told me that he liked my voice. I blushed. We decided to lay in someone's front yard with a big tree. We talked about tire swings and I listened to his heart. It took a while to peel ourselves from this restful place but the walk continued. We took every opportunity to climb through small wooded areas, jumping from high areas and climbing over felled trees. I could tell he was already concerned for me. He kept looking back to check on me and would reach out his hand if it was steep. But I wouldn't take it. I am too proud.
We continue this endless journey into the night and towards a gas station that could possibly be on the other side of the world. And with some unforeseen determination we make a final push. The hill declines and the road opens up. Buildings emerge. A wave of florescence washes over my face. The gas station is ahead. He opens the door, I step through. The attendant is at a fine line between middle aged and old: or maybe I'm not exactly sure where that distinction is made. He is unpacking the newspapers for the day. We realize that is is slightly after four am. I do not think that the night has yet to end or a new day has yet to begin. Twilight is a fantastical time of day that depending on you're personal sleep schedule can be determined as either or a beginning or an ending. We sit outside and I smoke a single cigarette out of the newly purchased pack. I apologize for smoking. He laughs and asks to share mine. We finish the cigarette. Without a thought nor concern I pull out another, realize that I never pulled a lucky, or pack the pack so I proceed to do both, in the wrong order. I then take another cigarette out, apologize again. This time he asks for his own. I stop a moment to reflect on my influence on this person. I convinced a boy to drive 3 hours to take an illegal drug with a girl that he hardly knows, smoke cigarettes and to walk around in a small city throughout the riskiest time of night. Again, I am proud.
After the second cigarette we depart back to the spots we land-marked on the first leg of this epic. We find most of the spots that we had originally marked as worthwhile as well as taking time to pause in any patch of grass that would allow us to take up shelter and lay in it's glory or a few moments. This journey is far shorter and is full of reminiscence. The car approaches, we grab sleeping bags and head back to find the spot by the small river with the concrete embankment. The temperature had dropped considerably since we first set out and without movement we were beginning to feel the chill. I chose to sleep in my clothing, as well as shoes: I do not know why I was hesitant to take off my shoes. He asks to sleep next to me. I express my concern for safety. If one of the two of us was to roll over while sleeping risked dropping a considerable distance into a freezing river. He understands. I pull the sleeping bag to cover my face as we both could barely lift our heads from exhaustion. I wake to the rustling of nylon. It is morning. The sun is shining brightly, the river is bustling, the cars are rushing, the birds are humming with song. It is a glorious morning. His eyes are there to meet my sleep caked eyes.
THE END
>>>>>to be continued
I'll start at the beginning.
So there is this boy. and he's a real nice guy. he plays guitar and likes all the same music as me but even better stuff and knows more about the bands that I like. and he likes me. and i'm okay with that.
for days and days and days we stay up late and talk about nothing in particular but he doesn't have guts to make a move. one day we go spontaneously camping at 12:30 at night and he bets me for a kiss. and I do and I like it.
weeks later I tell him about a rave in Southbridge (approx. 1 hour south of Boston, MA). This party is small with less than forty people total but we have fun and I'm impressed with his dance moves (back at camp we had learned break dancing moves from Hodge [from VA]). This boy already liked music but once he felt it he went crazy for the love oozing from the speakers. There was a spotter but not a spotter from DSI but she said that we looked cute together and I could agree. The party ended and we decided on a walk to the gas station. It was only at the end of the road but upon arriving we realized the gas station was closed. It was however 2am. I copper pulled into the station, I'm guessing to check out our intentions. We asked if there was an open station around and he replied that there was a 24 hour station 1.5 miles down the road. We had no intention of getting back into a car on such a beautiful night (we had come from a camp where we couldn't escape snow and the night happened to be a balmy 55 degrees). Our walk began with an adventuresome walk up a building with a shifty looking stair case. We climbed three stories and had a short lookout. Upon exiting the staircase at ground level we found a river with a large concrete embankment with a steep drop. We sat for a while and made a mental note of where this place was located so we could comeback and urban camp here. We had not planned a place to stay for the night and adventure was the word of the night. Southbridge, man, this place is wild. It such a homey little town that has all these old buildings made of red brick. The paint is peeling off signs and the stores are all named real funny kitschy things. The walk continued and it was warm, so warm compared to snow. And shit, there was grass. It was so warm that a breeze was such a welcome and inviting feeling. It's so strange to explore a place for the first time when everyone is asleep. And somehow it wasn't at all scary. The whole place just felt at rest and we were just nocturnal creatures scavenging our adventures from our habitat. He told me that he heard me singing in the car on the ride down here. I apologized. He told me that he liked my voice. I blushed. We decided to lay in someone's front yard with a big tree. We talked about tire swings and I listened to his heart. It took a while to peel ourselves from this restful place but the walk continued. We took every opportunity to climb through small wooded areas, jumping from high areas and climbing over felled trees. I could tell he was already concerned for me. He kept looking back to check on me and would reach out his hand if it was steep. But I wouldn't take it. I am too proud.
We continue this endless journey into the night and towards a gas station that could possibly be on the other side of the world. And with some unforeseen determination we make a final push. The hill declines and the road opens up. Buildings emerge. A wave of florescence washes over my face. The gas station is ahead. He opens the door, I step through. The attendant is at a fine line between middle aged and old: or maybe I'm not exactly sure where that distinction is made. He is unpacking the newspapers for the day. We realize that is is slightly after four am. I do not think that the night has yet to end or a new day has yet to begin. Twilight is a fantastical time of day that depending on you're personal sleep schedule can be determined as either or a beginning or an ending. We sit outside and I smoke a single cigarette out of the newly purchased pack. I apologize for smoking. He laughs and asks to share mine. We finish the cigarette. Without a thought nor concern I pull out another, realize that I never pulled a lucky, or pack the pack so I proceed to do both, in the wrong order. I then take another cigarette out, apologize again. This time he asks for his own. I stop a moment to reflect on my influence on this person. I convinced a boy to drive 3 hours to take an illegal drug with a girl that he hardly knows, smoke cigarettes and to walk around in a small city throughout the riskiest time of night. Again, I am proud.
After the second cigarette we depart back to the spots we land-marked on the first leg of this epic. We find most of the spots that we had originally marked as worthwhile as well as taking time to pause in any patch of grass that would allow us to take up shelter and lay in it's glory or a few moments. This journey is far shorter and is full of reminiscence. The car approaches, we grab sleeping bags and head back to find the spot by the small river with the concrete embankment. The temperature had dropped considerably since we first set out and without movement we were beginning to feel the chill. I chose to sleep in my clothing, as well as shoes: I do not know why I was hesitant to take off my shoes. He asks to sleep next to me. I express my concern for safety. If one of the two of us was to roll over while sleeping risked dropping a considerable distance into a freezing river. He understands. I pull the sleeping bag to cover my face as we both could barely lift our heads from exhaustion. I wake to the rustling of nylon. It is morning. The sun is shining brightly, the river is bustling, the cars are rushing, the birds are humming with song. It is a glorious morning. His eyes are there to meet my sleep caked eyes.
THE END
>>>>>to be continued