I've never really thought about the number 2. It always seemed so small, something I always thought I could handle. Up until about 2 weeks ago that is (gotta love the irony).
I started dating Mark about a month ago. That doesn't sound like a long time, but we were friends for just over a year before that. He was in my grade nine, second semester, fourth period science class. We talked a little, but I was still kind of shy and mostly just talked to my best friend Julie. Although it didn't help that she knew this other guy, James, who knew Mark. But we (Mark and I) talked in class sometimes. Mostly days when not a lot of kids showed up and our teacher let us do whatever we wanted. I remember we always played hangman and whenever it was his turn, it always had to do with Star Wars (or Star Trek... I don`t actually remember). He always knew mine, because it always had to do with Smallville. That`s how things got started. We slowly started talking more and more, and one day he asked for my phone number. Sounds so cliché and so cheesy, but I still remember it and it was cute. When it got closer to September, we started talking about courses. He had taken history in the summer, so he had a spare. I convinced him to join my drama class, and he did. The events go on and on, but we became really close friends and everyone started telling us we should start dating. It was awkward, then it got funny and then it started getting annoying. I think I was annoyed mostly because I was starting to like him. I wouldn`t admit it to anyone, not even my best friends. I just wasn`t sure if I wanted to date him or not. So, I totally wanted to date him. But I`d never had a serious boyfriend before, and I was unsure of everything. How to act, things to say and all those things girls always worry about. I also didn`t want us to get together and break up after a while. I liked him way too much for that to happen. I seemed to forget all of my worries when he asked me out though. We were walking down the stairs at school and he took my hand and told me he really liked me and asked if I would go out with him. Almost right away I said yes (actually I said sure, one of those go back in time moments). As we were walking back to my mom`s car I kept wondering what I had gotten myself into. But all relationships have to have their `Romeo and Juliet` moment. Ours just happens to be two months long. For the entire summer, he is going to be in Spain.