Introduction:
Have you ever come to any life conclusions? At the tender age of 22, I've decided that my life is merely a script written by some asshole. That's it; that's the only explanation. My name is Alex Kelly, and as I previously stated, I'm only 22 years old. I am currently sitting in my childhood bedroom, at my parents' house in Upstate New York. Oh, yes. I have failed to mention that I am hooked up to a machine that is helping me breathe – a respirator, shall we? Just my luck, pneumonia. Have I mentioned this is the second time I've had this heinous ailment? To make matters worse, my girlfriend is probably one of the most neediest girls I have ever come across. I mean, seriously – she freaks out if she doesn't see me at least three or four times a week, so me being sick, NOT being in Manhattan is really driving her insane. Wait, wait, let me back track. Yes, she may be insanely needy, but other than that, she's insanely perfect.
Marissa Cooper. Insanely perfect. Have you ever been in a relationship where you are constantly smiling from just thinking about her? Thinking about how she dances when she hears one of her favorite songs, thinking about how she reacts when you give her a small surprise, thinking of how she looks at you across the table while you're out with all your friends? I think about all those things, plus more. I smile a lot.
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm sorry. I should probably explain this story more in detail…
