This is mostly for my own enjoyment, but a lot of you were curious as to how Andrew and I met, here is my side of the story.
My Sophomore year, his freshman year. We were both put into Mrs. Reed's geometry class. The very first day we all got papers that had on it a version of human bingo. Who had been out of the country? Who is left handed? Who can play an instrument? We all had to talk to people to see who could sign what for us. Well, there was Andrew. The first words he said to me (and, for the life of me I can't remember this, he doesn't though...for some strange reason...) "Hi, What's your name?"
I know, not amazing. not unique. He didn't exactly sweep me off my feet, or take my breath away. But give him time, he has improved.
A few weeks later, I take it upon myself to change the seating chart. I started sitting at Jon's table (which also happened to be the table Andrew was sitting at). Jon and I BSed back and forth. Constant play fighting, that game that middle schoolers and lower classmen enjoy.
Now, your job, ask Andrew what he thought of me when we first met. His answer? I was a druggie. I was hyper and had dark circles under my eyes (Which I ALWAYS have...thank mom...)
I remember the first day I sat with them, he was wearing his tan shirt. And also his glasses (Oh I miss those glasses :[ )
So fast forward to the state championship football game. Andrew and I are both in pep band here. He is wearing his gray hoodie (and his glasses!) We score the winning touchdown and win the game! OH CHEER! OH YAY!
Here is where a part of me clicks. With each of us having a sax in one hand we reach for a sideways hug. My arm across hi back, his across my shoulders. My head fits on his shoulder and his lead lays on top of mine.
It just clicked.
We fit so well together. No weird blunders of which arm goes where. no clunking of our heads. No awkwardness. We just. Fit.
Now speed over troubled times and heart break.
During spring break in California. The hurt was still fresh in both of us. I had broken up with him and I didn't know why. I wanted him back, but he was more hurt than I was. So I was convincing myself that I needed to move on. I try and I try. But I was jealous. He was flirting with other girls right in front of me. It stung and stabbed all at once.
So we talked. Just about every night. We were down in the hallway next to the pool when I was finally able to look at him and not feel anything.
Finally. I was able to do it
I HAD GOTTEN OVER HIM!
YES!
I can make myself do that. I was finally over and done with, but sad I was leaving it all behind.
I let a single show of emotion roll down my face
but they wouldn't end. They knew that I was torturing myself by trying to make myself forget about him and move on.
Then he did it.
He did the worst thing he could have done at that moment in time. If he would have know what act he was about to commit, he would have not done it back then. Though now, I don't think he can argue with the results.
He hugged me.
Not just a hug. He held me until my tears had stopped falling. He held on until the hurt was gone.
But it only began anew.
There I was. In the arms of someone I shouldn't love, but I had fallen for him all over again. From that day on I vowed to make it known that I liked him. I began to chase him, began to woe him. I made it no secret.
And I guess I just eventually wore him down...
And at first it was tough. He learned from his past and didn't think it would last. Memories teach about what not to repeat and he was pulling away because he didn't want to get hurt again. He knew, from the past, that it wouldn't work out. He was hesitant and held me at a distance. Though, I eventually wore him down there too.
And now, we're happy. We're as perfect as two measly humans and be, and we plan to stay like this as long as life lets us.