Awww.TheTygerfire said:
And I don't care if your bi. That shouldn't change anything
Back in the 9th grade I was just the lonely girl that guys just wanted to "pump and dump". Nobody truly wanted to be with me because of my tarnished reputation at the time.
Every day at lunch I would sit out behind the music hall eating lunch alone, however I did notice a rather tall handsome boy passing by me everyday on his way to debate club. I could sense every now and then that he would glance over at me while he walked by, yet since my face was rarely ever not buried in my knees I couldn't tell for sure. This happened for a week and a half or so, and by day 8 I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next.
Then one day I was just sitting out behind the music hall like usual with my face buried in my legs, until I hear the usual footsteps. This time however they heading my way. Soon I hear the voice of what sounded a bit like Steven Blum asking if he could sit next to me. So I look up and it's him, I tell him it's okay. So he sets down his messenger bag and starts asking me a few questions.
About five questions in he asks if that was a Stig keychain on my messenger bag. I asked if he was a Top Gear fan too, and he said yes. From there we started talking about the show in general and what we liked about it. Unfortunately lunch had to end, and we were forced to part ways, yet not before exchanging names and if it was alright if he could do the same thing tomorrow. I say why not?
Over the next few weeks Michel would get together at lunch and talk. Sometimes about Top Gear, sometimes about things in the news. We would talk, laugh, ponder things, etc. Soon I started making two lunches since he never had his. One day he asks to walk me home. We get there and say our good byes. This became regularity, and soon we were getting to know each other pretty well from our talks on the way home.
One day however the subject of girl/boyfriends comes up. I admit I never had one and he admits that he had had several, all of which left him because they just didn't understand him (he has Asperger's syndrome). Then when we get to my house he asks me if I was doing anything that Saturday. I say no and we call it a date.
Saturday rolls up and so does Michel's shiny newly passed down 69 Mustang Hatchback. We head out to a small diner out on a pier that had good burgers. We end up spending all day there talking, laughing, running from waves. Then finally it was time to go. We pull up to my house, he walks me to the door, we exchange a few words. Then we both lean in for our first kiss and we call it a night.
A few weeks later Michel admitted to me that he forced himself to watch Top Gear so that he could throw out a topic to break the ice.
Every day at lunch I would sit out behind the music hall eating lunch alone, however I did notice a rather tall handsome boy passing by me everyday on his way to debate club. I could sense every now and then that he would glance over at me while he walked by, yet since my face was rarely ever not buried in my knees I couldn't tell for sure. This happened for a week and a half or so, and by day 8 I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next.
Then one day I was just sitting out behind the music hall like usual with my face buried in my legs, until I hear the usual footsteps. This time however they heading my way. Soon I hear the voice of what sounded a bit like Steven Blum asking if he could sit next to me. So I look up and it's him, I tell him it's okay. So he sets down his messenger bag and starts asking me a few questions.
About five questions in he asks if that was a Stig keychain on my messenger bag. I asked if he was a Top Gear fan too, and he said yes. From there we started talking about the show in general and what we liked about it. Unfortunately lunch had to end, and we were forced to part ways, yet not before exchanging names and if it was alright if he could do the same thing tomorrow. I say why not?
Over the next few weeks Michel would get together at lunch and talk. Sometimes about Top Gear, sometimes about things in the news. We would talk, laugh, ponder things, etc. Soon I started making two lunches since he never had his. One day he asks to walk me home. We get there and say our good byes. This became regularity, and soon we were getting to know each other pretty well from our talks on the way home.
One day however the subject of girl/boyfriends comes up. I admit I never had one and he admits that he had had several, all of which left him because they just didn't understand him (he has Asperger's syndrome). Then when we get to my house he asks me if I was doing anything that Saturday. I say no and we call it a date.
Saturday rolls up and so does Michel's shiny newly passed down 69 Mustang Hatchback. We head out to a small diner out on a pier that had good burgers. We end up spending all day there talking, laughing, running from waves. Then finally it was time to go. We pull up to my house, he walks me to the door, we exchange a few words. Then we both lean in for our first kiss and we call it a night.
A few weeks later Michel admitted to me that he forced himself to watch Top Gear so that he could throw out a topic to break the ice.
Over the next few weeks we continue dating, and eventually we begin to hang out. By the end of the years we were visiting each other's houses for dinner and the like. Over summer break we begin to spend more time together, getting to know each other better. By winter break of our 10th grade year we were staying over at each other's houses. The end of the year however was a big step for us. Michel's brother was coming back from his second tour in Afghanistan and was arriving at the military base in Jacksonville. So we decide to take a road trip, driving form state to state and sleeping in motels (yet never in the same bed). Soon we arrive in Jacksonville, we meet up with his brother and then go do what Floridans do for fun (aside from boarding up their windows).
As time progresses we have several more adventures, and steadily our respect for one another grows, which in turn sprouted love.
Even at this time I was still depressed, yet that all changed when I came here. Ever since then I've been more high energy and positive, which has worked wonders for us.
At this stage we hold and cuddle one another, yet we still have yet to break the second barrier.
As time progresses we have several more adventures, and steadily our respect for one another grows, which in turn sprouted love.
Even at this time I was still depressed, yet that all changed when I came here. Ever since then I've been more high energy and positive, which has worked wonders for us.
At this stage we hold and cuddle one another, yet we still have yet to break the second barrier.
A few weeks ago my grandmother left for Spokane and asked me to house sit for her (since she lives on the edge of the Asian ghetto). Michel and I pack out things and head on over. Things then become interesting.
About the second or third day we were there Michel walks in on me getting out of the bath. Looking back on that moment now he wonders why he dashed out? After that things take a turn for the worst.
For me my throat swells up, making it difficult to eat and drink. A day later Michel comes down with a nasty fever that leaves him massively dehydrated, overheated, and incoherent. So I, in an attempt to help dip him in a bath of cold running water, where he remains until morning. The whole time I'm just sitting on the toilet next to the bath crying at just how helpless he was at the time, yet despite being barely able to move or even talk he still made me laugh and would still hold me close.
The night before we have to leave we both felt better, however Michel was still slightly weak. So we lay cuddled up next to one another watching a movie when we begin recapping the week. Soon we started talking about when we were both sick and how much we loved each other.
Soon the talking leads to cheek pecks, the pecks to kisses, the kisses to holding, the holding to petting. Eventually the clothes came off, then the undergarments, then some more petting, and before we knew it...well. When it was over some fifteen to thirty minute later we just lay like we did before and slept.
That was when the most notable change occurred. We hardly spoke to one another for the next two days and we constantly blushed like cheesy anime characters in each other's presence out of what we thought at first was embarrassment. The one day Michel comes by my house to drop off a few test and pills. We still blushed in each other presence and stuttered and when speaking. After talking with some friends we realized that what was causing us to blush and stutter was not us being embarrassed, but lovestruck. We then embraced each other with open arms, and it was at that moment we truly became lovers.
About the second or third day we were there Michel walks in on me getting out of the bath. Looking back on that moment now he wonders why he dashed out? After that things take a turn for the worst.
For me my throat swells up, making it difficult to eat and drink. A day later Michel comes down with a nasty fever that leaves him massively dehydrated, overheated, and incoherent. So I, in an attempt to help dip him in a bath of cold running water, where he remains until morning. The whole time I'm just sitting on the toilet next to the bath crying at just how helpless he was at the time, yet despite being barely able to move or even talk he still made me laugh and would still hold me close.
The night before we have to leave we both felt better, however Michel was still slightly weak. So we lay cuddled up next to one another watching a movie when we begin recapping the week. Soon we started talking about when we were both sick and how much we loved each other.
Soon the talking leads to cheek pecks, the pecks to kisses, the kisses to holding, the holding to petting. Eventually the clothes came off, then the undergarments, then some more petting, and before we knew it...well. When it was over some fifteen to thirty minute later we just lay like we did before and slept.
That was when the most notable change occurred. We hardly spoke to one another for the next two days and we constantly blushed like cheesy anime characters in each other's presence out of what we thought at first was embarrassment. The one day Michel comes by my house to drop off a few test and pills. We still blushed in each other presence and stuttered and when speaking. After talking with some friends we realized that what was causing us to blush and stutter was not us being embarrassed, but lovestruck. We then embraced each other with open arms, and it was at that moment we truly became lovers.
