I thought my grin would split my face in half, that's how happy I was. I couldn't believe that I actually had someone that loved me! Besides Anna and Mom and Dad of course. I couldn't believe that sweet, gorgeous, strong Roger had fallen for me! Especially with that awful haircut with the piss blonde highlights and- well, I'm getting ahead of myself. The one thing that I need to state before anything else is that Roger is my boyfriend. Roger is Dutch. Roger likes to speak Dutch. Roger wanted to join the American Air Force, but since he's 6'2", he's 2 inches too tall. Roger used to be my best friend. He had a motorcycle (actually, he still does, but that doesn't matter. Don't interrupt my fantasies), he noticed who I had a crush on, he talked to me before class started. He was the perfect best friend- and the perfect boyfriend. This morning, he brought me a Caramel Frappuccino to help me stay awake. We didn't get very much sleep last night. (I know what you're thinking. Don't think that way! We were watching a biography of Jimi Hendrix. We're only 15 for Bob's sake!) He's a really good kisser too. Somehow, he makes you feel like you're the only girl and he's the only boy in the entire universe. Just the two of us. The first time we kissed, we were in the Holy Redeemer swimming pool with Coach Schranker. It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had. His lips were like marshmallows, plush and incredibly soft and-
"Carly. Carly! CARLY!" I shook my head and the memory dissolved. "OH! ROGER! Sorry, I spaced out a bit there" I said apologetically. "That's fine" he said with a chuckle "What were you thinking about?" I knew that saying 'our first kiss' would sound weird, so instead I told him the bigger picture "How lucky I am to have you!" I leaned in to kiss him, but right as our lips touched my cell phone blared a clip from 'Do you wanna dance" by Grateful Dead. I glanced at the screen and saw that Vonzelle was calling. I held my finger up to signal 'just a minute' to Roger and picked up the phone. Vonzelle immediately screeched "CARLY YOU BETTER GET YOUR RICH GIRL BUTT OVER HERE! WE HAVE AN ISSUE!" sighing, I told her that I could be at her house in 15 minutes. She continued to screech, so I hung up. "Roger, I have to go. Vonzelle needs me" I leaned in to give him a kiss and started to turn around. "What for?" He called after me. Honestly, I wasn't quite sure what the issue was, but I was hoping I could fix it. "Not a clue" I called over my shoulder. Roger, being the gentle giant that he is, offered to take me to her house on his motorcycle. As I secured my arms around his waist, the bike came to life and we were off.