September 15th, 2014

It was Friday Bitches. Every Senior, in my high school (but really probably everywhere in America) was saying 'It's my last first week of high school'; blah, blah, blah. I don't know why they were focused on that? Just try an enjoy it while it lasts. Why do we have to acknowledge this is the end?

Sorry I got a little existential there.

As I was saying, it was Friday today, and in all but a week, I had managed to become acquaintances with Crane. Score: 1-Polk and 0- Crane.

So, the next part of the plan, was to get closer. And hopefully we would, because we are partners in the stupid Spanish dialogue.

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"So today's class will be again focused on your dialogue," said Mr. Leigh, the class let out an audible moan, "I've decided that it will be due on Tuesday, so some of you may have to meet with your partners over the weekend. So use this time to get with your partners ASAP. You are released."

'Perfect, another way to get to know Crane.' I sauntered over to him, and he knew something was up.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, then looked like he regretted it. Ah, you better dude.

"So," I slid into the seat beside him, "Whose house are we going to work at." He groaned.

'Not mine, Polk." He had no choice otherwise. I figured he would choose my house, but at least we would get to know each other. Or maybe kill each other, from the looks of it.

"Ok, we can work on it at my house. Do you have a car, or do you need me to pick you up? Could save some gas." I think he started to realize we were making plans, as ACQUAINTANCES. Jeez this was going better and better by the minute.

"No, I've got a truck, I'll drive to your house if you give me an address and time."

"Well, ok I sa-" He cut me off,

"And it can't be too late, I have to take care of my grandma and she doesn't like me to be out too late." Ahhhhhhhh. So he lives with his Grandmother. More information to add to my database (which is my mind).

"Ok, you can come over at like 1pm on Saturday? Is that ok with you? We would be done by like 5pm?" 'Just say yes, you idiot' I thought.

"Fine," was all he said. He expected us to work on the dialogue now, but he forgot a key factor in getting to my house.

"So, what's your number?" I casually spoke. This surprised him. Does Jonathan Crane actually have a phone?

"Why does it seem that you are way too happy about this?" He said quizzically.

"I'm not; I just need your number if we're gonna be working together."

He didn't seem convinced. Ok that's a backfire in my plan.

"Sorry to tell you this, but I don't have a cell phone, Polk."

'WTF. What teenager doesn't have a cell phone?' Before I could say something, he seemed to read my mind and cut in,

"My grandma thinks it's an unnecessary bill, so I just never got one." I start to nod, "I don't know why I'm even telling you this; just write down your address and I'll find it."

I just nod; there's no fighting with Crane, but at least he's been talking to me. He could just ignore me and do the whole project by himself, but he's not! I mean I would never let him do this project by himself anyways, I'm also very controlling.

"Ok, it's..."

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September 16th 2014

I had to get up early for my dialogue with Crane, well, early as in 10 am. Yo, Saturdays are my sleep days, and this thing messed with it. All I got to say is that today was weird. Maybe I'm on the way to getting closer to Jonathan...

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-12:45 PM-

"Where the crap is that idiot?" I said as I looked out my front window. "I thought he would be the type of person to get here early."

I decided to stop looking out the window, like a weirdo. I'm wasn't that excited to see Crane.

-1:30 PM-

And he still was a no show. I mean he's not the type to get a bad grade, then why would he be this late?

Bad things flashed in my mind.

"Did he get lost? I mean my neighborhood isn't that big. And I gave him the right address. So why is he late?" Nothing made sense. 'I hope he didn't get into a wreck...'

-2:01 PM-

I had decided to just watch Netflix; there was no way Crane was showing, I mean it had been an hour. It was obvious he was blowing me off. I knew there was a reason to him being so nonchalant yesterday.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

SHIT. He actually came! I raced down to my front door, and stopped momentarily in front of it. He couldn't know that I was running to the door; I was totally not excited that Jonathan Crane was here.

I opened the door, and saw a soaked Crane.

"What happened?" He didn't look happy; I mean I wouldn't be, if I was him.

"My car broke down, and I had to walk here." He shoved past me.

"I mean come on in," I said sarcastically. I closed my door and raced towards him.

"I'll go get some towels," I pointed towards my couch and thought against it. "Just stand here while I go get them."

"Huh." Was all he replied.

I ran to my bathroom. Maybe I could also find some clothes for him, too? I don't have a brother, so an oversized sweatshirt, with My Neighbor Tototoro on it, and some basketball shorts would have to do. Megan would never believe this.

I return to my living room, while he seemed to be looking at an old picture of me. I made a loud stomp, before I entered so he would have time to stop.

He put the picture back very quickly.

"So, I got some towels, but I also got some clothes if you want to change into something dry. If you give me your wet clothes, I'll go put them in the dryer." He just nodded, and I handed him the clothes and towels.

"The bathroom is down that hall, and is the second door on the right." He grunted and headed in that direction. A simple 'thank you' would be nice, but I was quickly learning that Crane didn't seem to have any politeness in his body.

Well, the day had turned out fantastic. 'Hopefully,' I thought, 'we can get through this dialogue.'

It took Crane almost 10 minutes to change, for a minute I had thought he got lost.

"Here." He placed his wet clothes in my hands. 'Thanks for the warning.'

"I'll be right back." And with that I left a slightly wet Jonathan Crane (who was wearing my clothes) in my living room.

I ran downstairs; maybe I could get his clothes done quickly, because my clothes on him was very distracting. 'I'll have to ask him if he knows what 'My Neighbor Tototro' is.'

While I was walking back upstairs, I heard a door open. Wtf was Crane doing?

By the time I got back up the stairs, he wasn't in the living room anymore.

"Where did he go?" Suddenly, my front door opened and he walked in. I gave him a questioning look, and he said,

"I went to get my stuff out of my car, but then I remembered it's 3 miles away." And then preceded to walk further back into my house. I followed him, and turned out he had figured out where my room was.

He plopped into one of my seats, and seemed to make himself at home.

"Comfortable?" I said sarcastically. He did his famous grunt.

"We need to do this quickly, Polk." I sighed. Why does he always seem to make assumptions about me, can I not make conversation?

"Ok, what do you want the next thing to be about..."

-5PM-

We had gotten a lot done, but it was 5 and Jonathan refused to leave until we were done writing the thing. I mean after that, we would still have to practice it. But wouldn't he have to get home soon?

"Do you need to go home?" I said after a 10 minutes had passed. He didn't bother looking up.

"No, we just need to get this done." I know his car broke down, but shouldn't he have someone he could call to help him?

"Ok," I didn't know what to say, he had been doing the last few steps. Didn't really involve me that much. Ok maybe it's my chance to make light conversation...

"So, since your car broke down... do I need to drive you home? Or we could call a tow truck, my grandpa runs a business for it. I could get him to do it for free." But, he wouldn't reply to me. I'd already gotten his freshly dried clothes back to him almost 30 minutes ago, and he still wouldn't budge.

I decided the best move was to just wait a bit longer; from what I've learned over the past few days of getting to know Crane, is that he likes to take charge. In everything. I usually help out an equal or greater amount on school projects, but this boy literally won't let me touch a thing. I've given suggestions and critiques, but I have no idea if he's listened at all, because I have yet to read the script fully.

However, because of the long and awkward silences I have had time to stare at Crane without him noticing, and I've noticed some things:

1.) He's kind of really skinny, like he hasn't been fed in days. Which may be because he is super tall and lanky, but I kind of think he needs some meat on his bones. (That was super weird to write.)

2.) He has a disdain for family items and portraits. (?)

3.) He can write super fast and looks super fluent in Spanish. I mean I knew he was smart, but he also knows many languages, jeez.

4.) He likes organization and is borderline OCD with it. He brought out his backpack at the beginning and I saw how he had all of his pencils and erasers set up in a neat container. He laid out everything on a desk in my room, and fiddled with it until he was happy. At one point I went the bathroom, but when I came back I discovered that he had started to organize my books into piles. He had fixed everything that was cluttered on the desk. He did this so he could wait for me, even though I don't think he's listening to me at all.

5.) He's handsome in a brooding sort of way...

To be continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a review if you want, or tell me what you liked. TBH I don't think this story is going to be the longest, mainly because I'm trying to write almost 2,000 words a chapter (which is very long for me). I foresee this story being 15-20 chapters! Things are going to get wild soon, so get ready for that!