Last night, I hung out with this epic guy that I've known for a while. He's 19, I'm almost 16. In about a week and a half. ANYWHO. So we hung out from 3:15 in the afternoon until 12:30 at night. And we did nothing but stupid shit that only kids can get away with without looking like complete retards. I watched his punk band practice for a couple hours. We hung out at the park and just talked with our friends about nothing. Went to this shitty spookhouse that my town has. He held my hand so I wouldn't get scared. It was a far cry from being scared, but he kept having flashbacks from all the acid he takes. So ended up holding his hand so he wouldn't be so scared. Then we went back to the park (nothing else to do in our town, really) and stayed for like three hours. My best friend went home because she was cold/tired of being the 'third wheel' so he pulled me to my feet, be both managed to cram in this little shelter thing before you get to the slide that looks like castle. Then he kissed me and told me he's loved me for a very, very long time and only had the courage to tell me because I had broken up with my boyfriend like two weeks before. It's the greatest thing in the world to be kissed in a castle.
