April First

5:43 pm

Earlier, Trish introduced me to a boy. Which is weird, because Trish never really does anything nice like that. Maybe it was just an accident.

…Actually, I am pretty sure (like 96% sure) that it was an accident now that I think about it.

Well, anyways, Trish introduced me to a new boy. He's not actually new… he's been in my math class for two years in a row now… but he's new to me. No, that's not really true either. He's new to my life; new to actually acknowledging me. He and I hang out with different people. We're total opposites. I see why we don't talk ever. I don't like his friends really, except for Dez. He's alright. A little strange, but he's alright.

Anyways, even if I don't like his friends, Trish likes Dez, and Dez likes Austin. So somehow, since Trish likes me too, we all ended up mutually hanging out. I'm still not sure why we actually ended up all spending time together. I'm not sure why we all agreed to hang out for so long. It just sort of happened. And it was surprisingly really super fun. I never would have expected that.

Oh, I don't think I said this earlier; his name is Austin. Austin Moon. No wait I did write that. But that's okay. I like the name Austin. It reminds me of Texas. I just don't like that it's HIS name.

Right when I met Austin, I realized why we were so different: He needed to be the center of attention, and I would like anything besides attention. (Well, a little would be nice.) Austin talked everyone's ears off the whole 5 hours. I wanted to talk too! Except I didn't. I was shy, like usual, and when I DID say something, it was something REALLY stupid. I just could not seem to form words today. But I got a laugh out of everyone once, so that was good, right?

We all sat around and ate nachos for a while in the food court. I'm pretty sure Dez actually put some down his pants, but I'm still determining whether it's something to bring up. I should ask Trish; she's closer friends with him than I am. Even if she won't admit it.

We were all walking around the mall, and when it was time for me to get back to work, Austin yelled, "YOU WORK AT SONIC BOOM?!" Before I could answer, Austin ran into the store like a kid in a candy shop. It was actually kind of adorable. So then I told him how my dad owns it and he went CRAZY! He started playing every single instrument and broke guitar strings and tore drums off of the wall to create his own drum set.

He went TOO crazy.

So I told him to stop.

And he did.

I felt terrible; he looked like a sad little puppy that had just been scolded when he cleaned up what he had been doing.

It just made me mad! You should treat instruments with respect and love and care and NOT like a toy!

Austin isn't that smart though.

But I still felt bad.

He said sorry and left the store afterwards and I heard him mutter out, "bye Ally," as he slumped away with Dez and Trish. Then I had to clean up all the instruments AGAIN because he put them all in the wrong places.

The whole time I was cleaning, I had that stupid song Austin randomly made up while destroying the store stuck in my head. It's catchy, but the lyrics don't make any sense. They don't even rhyme! But I do have to say, to my surprise, Austin's voice was incredible. It was really, truly, fantastic. I like Austin's voice.

But I dislike that it's HIS voice.

I dislike that he made the store messy.

I dislike that his lack of organizational skills ended up making me clean up after him.

I dislike his stupidly catchy nonsense song.

And I really, really, really, really, really, dislike this boy called Austin Moon.


April First

11:39 pm

Do you think Austin will acknowledge me tomorrow at school? Or do you think he'll be rude (like always) and just sit there, not even bothering to make eye contact with anyone else besides his own friends?

Am I his friend now?

Do people like Austin become friends with people like me?

No, no they don't. And GOOD. Because I don't want to be his friend.

Why am I even still up?

More importantly, why is THIS keeping me up? It's really silly.

… Goodnight.