Me: I'm thinking of having it bronzed.
Hottie God: Does that mean you liked?
Me: Did I look like I liked it?
Hottie God: It's not sex.
Me: Did I look like I liked it?
Hottie God: You looked like you loved it.
Me: I did.
Hottie God: Night, Boots :) And then...
Dawson: Keatie...
Me: Dawson...
Dawson: You're killing me.
Me: You killed me first. (LOL!) Dawson: Do you like him? Did you kiss him? Did you have sex with him?
Me: I do. I did. I did not. And I can't believe you would think I would.
Dawson: I'm feeling uncontrollably jealous.
Me: Why were you waiting for me? What did you want?
Dawson: To talk.
Me: So talk.
Dawson: This sucks.
Me: Yeah it does. What you did sucked. I was very happy with you.
Dawson: Do you want to be wood? (I like it better in the final version when he asks if she wants wood. And her response.) Me: Wood?
Dawson: Woo-ed or be woo'd Me: I want a boyfriend that thinks I am worth some effort. Aiden opened the car door for me tonight. It was a simple gesture, but spoke volumes. He's the only boy that has ever opened a car door for me that wasn't getting paid to do it.
Dawson: I can do romantic.
Me: I'm going to sleep now. Night, Dawes.
Dawson: No heart?
Me:
1 am One am and my phone is buzzing. It wakes me up.
Dallas.
I text him back...saying Cave?? He says, Now.
So I throw on some sweats, a big sweatshirt, uggs and sneak out.
Dallas has our blanket spread out and is laying across it.
"So how'd the big date go?"
"It was good. He's very romantic, very much a gentleman. It's refreshing."
"Dawson's not a gentleman?"
"I think Dawes and I have never been on a real date. We've like hung out, he took me for burgers one time and that was fun, but it's always just been lets hangout."
"So....you're complicated. What does that mean exactly?"
"It means I have no idea what to do."
"Maybe Dallas can help with that confusion."
And he kisses me.
Kissing Dallas is so different than kissing Aiden or Dawson.
Yeah, I know.
But I really do not need a lecture right now. I KNOW I shouldn't kiss him. But as he reminded me when I mentioned that in between kisses, I'm single. I can kiss whoever I want.
So back to kissing Dallas. Kissing Dallas is like comforting. He's like the stuffed bunny I used to drag around by it's ear when I was three and wouldn't go to sleep without. He wraps his arms around me, and I lose myself in his kisses.
And I swear, my lips have lost their sense of decency.
Thursday, September 29th Kissing you is like a vacation.
English This morning. Student Council meeting, missed first period for a social committee meeting with the dean for the final countdown, find Dallas walking to our english class.
"So I decided kissing you is like doing yoga or meditating."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's good, therapeutic. You don't confuse me. Like kissing you is relaxing. I don't think when I kiss you. You don't ever try anything."
Then I look at him, puzzled. "Why don't you try anything?"
"Because I know."
"Know what?"
"Look, you're my friend. You're gonna go through a lot of boys during your four years here. I'm the guy thats gonna be here because he cares about you. Boys are going to come and go. I'm always gonna be here. You, me, our special place. You make me relax too. I told you, it's like my get away. Kissing you is like a vacation from school."
I stop and give him a big hug. "I'm so glad it was you I sat next to."
"Me too, Kiki."
Riley comes sauntering up. "I need one of those too."
"A hug?"
"Yeah."
So Dallas gives him a big hug.
"Uh, not really what I was looking for, dude."
We all laugh. Riley wraps his arm around me and pulls me into a hug. I lean the top of my head into his chest, and he kisses it. "Come to our game tonight. I know the weather sucks, but we need people cheering for us. Also, the three of us, we need a date night. Like just us, go to the cave or hangout this weekend."
"It's French weekend. We have stuff going on both nights."
"Saturday morning then, we'll go sit in Dallas's room and talk. K?"
"It's a date. How would I get to the game?"
"I'm sure my brother would be happy to drive you. Just tell him you want to go."
We can be miserable together.
Lunch Aiden is no where to be found. I'm sure he's doing social committee stuff too. For a fun idea, this has been a lot of work. I hope it goes over well.
I'm in line, and Dawson comes up and grabs me around my waist. It's so familiar feeling. It makes me smile.
"Come sit with me."
So I get some lunch and then go sit down next to him, Riley, Dallas, Ace, Bryce, and Jake. They are discussing the JV game tonight.
"So we're thinking about going to the JV game."
"That's cool." I say.
Dawson rest his hand on my leg, turns toward me, "Would you like to go with me? We can get some dinner on the way, and then go sit in the rain and be miserable together?"
"Wow, when you put it that way, how can I refuse?" I smile at him.
"I love you, Keatie."
And I know I should feel all warm and fuzzy when he says that, but right now, it just sort of feels inappropriate.
Nothing good.
French Aiden drops his back pack down on my desk. I see that attached to the zipper is my feather earring.
I touch it. "I take it I'm not getting this back?"
"Naw, I might want to use it again."
"I see, so you've been MIA all day. What have you been up to?"
"Working on a special project for our dorm. We're building something. It's one of those things that is turning out to be more work than we planned. But all the sophomores in our dorm are the ones working on it. And I think it's going to turn out pretty cool." He laughs. "Or really lame. Hard to tell at this point."
"I think I'm coming to your away game tonight."
"Really? That's cool..." Then he stops. "With Dawson?"
"Well yeah, but him and a bunch of the varsity guys."
"I heard you were out last night. The cave."
"How did you hear that?"
"Dallas said something to Riley about it, and I overheard. Sorry, I'm not stalking you or anything."
And I think about Dawson, how cute he is when he stalks me. Meeting me after classes, how adorably handsome he looks and how it makes me feel when I walk out of my dorm and see him sitting there on the brick wall. Maybe he just has a different kind of wooing.
"Okay." I say, not sure where this is going.
"So you kiss him?"
"Who?"
"Dallas? Did you get high and kiss?"
"We didn't get high, but yeah, we did."
He locks his teeth together. Looks mad.
Annie comes rushing in, slides herself quickly into her desk. "Oh, I thought I was going to be late. What'd I miss?"
From behind me Aiden says, "Nothing good."