Chapter 7: Sacha

Ooh! It's the next day! Friday. 12:04

This morning was one you would see in a movie. It was one of those days, where the girl wakes up with the sun shining onto her face through the half-open blinds. When she looks at the clock, she sees the time is around ten. She smiles. Sweet music is playing in background.

Only this was more perfect, because it was real. I really did wake up at about ten with the sun streaming on my face through the partially open curtains. And there was sweet music playing in the background. When I first heard it, I couldn't tell what it was, but later I would recognize the song.

I heard the tune coming from the room beside the one in which I had slept in, so I walked over towards it. The door was open, and I walked in quietly to see Stephen sitting in his blue plaid boxers and a ratty sweatshirt – sleeves pulled up out of the way of his tan arms – playing an old beat-up acoustic guitar. He was really good, and after a moment he started singing along with the song.

The song was "Gravity" by John Mayer. As it was a beautiful song that I knew, I walked softly to Stephen. My stocking-covered feet made virtually no sound against the carpeted floor. He didn't notice that I was there, his eyes were closed and he sang more sweetly than I could have ever imagined from my modest friend. It seemed to take forever to finally make it across the room before I sat down on the ground.

Stephen sang,

"Gravity

Is working against me

Whoa, and gravity

Wants to bring me down. . ."

I joined in, harmonizing while adding my own the back-up part.

"Oh, twice as much

And twice as good. . ."

Stephen stopped and looked up in surprise. "I didn't mean to wake you" then he smiled apologetically.

I replied, "No, no worries. That was amazing. Where did you learn to play like that? Where did you get that guitar? How . . . how. . ." my voice trailed off. I stared into Stephens deep blue eyes that suddenly seemed mesmerizing.

He stared back at me and smiled again. "Sorry, again. I bought this guitar at the pawn shop that's on the way home from school. I looked up the chords online, and I'm really not that good." He blushed.

"Yea, you really are that good. Honestly, it seems to come naturally to you" I said, impressed. It made him blush even more.

Then he proceeded to play another song that I almost immediately recognized as "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty. "I have only been playing for two weeks" he said and looked down to the instrument he was strumming. "You see, I was wondering if you could sing along sometime. We could play for our friends. It could be a little concert" he said over the music. Then he laughed "Or maybe not. But all in fun, right?" He set the guitar down and walked across the room to his small desk that was painfully organized, especially compared to my mess that some call a desk. Ha ha. If you can even see it.

I sat down on his bed that he was sitting on just a moment ago as he shuffled through papers. I looked over the room that I knew as well as my own. I had memorized the "Star Trek" posters and the ripped out leaflets from magazines that he had posted onto his dark blue walls.

When he came back over, he handed me a sheet of creased binder paper with Stephen's neat handwriting crossed out and re-written on it.

"It's a song. I wrote it myself" he said. Then he explained that it was still in the making, and that it would be revised further.

As I read it, I became more and more impressed. A bit of it went like this:

'But even though you know me

More than anyone else

You can't even imagine

How I feel

For you

Cuz'

You're the only one I love

You're the only one I need

It's hard for me not to know

Oh, do you love me too? '

Enough said. He is a genius. I wonder who he wrote it for; he hasn't told me who he is crushing on. . .

Don't you just love the mystery? Bah-Duh!

Sacha Doven

Hmmm . . . Yep, still Friday 1:32

Breakfast was fine . . . kind of . . . well; actually I had a little bit of an episode . . . Sigh, Elizabeth . . .

But after that I went home. How exciting.

No, but really, it was kind of because Stephen said that he could come to the beach with me at about 2 o'clock. I invited Jessica, Amber, and Taylor to come with us, but all of them said no.

I really hope that Dylan will be there lifeguarding, because I have a plan to talk to him. That sounded more pathetic than it really is. Because it's really not that pathetic. I am going to ask him to come to the movies with Amber, Jessica, and Stephen (Jessica is busy, again, like always) and me, of course.

I honestly don't care what movie we watch, so I will leave that up to the others.

But, of course, I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch, because I don't even know if I will see him today or if he will be able to come.

I shouldn't get my hopes up. He will probably not be there today, or be busy, or not be able to come. Or, worst of all, he may not want to come.

Now I'm depressed. I should get ready now in order to get excited. And less depressed.

For now,

Sacha

Later in the same day, so, it would be. . . Friday. 3:18

At the beach in another of my new and ultra-cute bikinis. Getting an amazing tan. Dylan just arrived about twenty minutes ago for the beginning of his shift. The stand has already attracted many girls who, no doubt, were already crushing and flirting with him. They are all like little seagulls; drawn to the 'food' that is Dylan. Yummy.

And, I am full of sophisticated-ness while waiting down here with my journal, drawing and writing. When should I go up to talk him? I need to make a memorable impression. So that I stick out to him. That's what a memorable impression is. Wow. Ignore that ranting. . .

How can I make an impression that he will remember me by? Should I just wait until the other girls go away (if they ever do)? Or should I meet him in the parking lot? Or should I go up now? So many questions that I don't have the answer to! Ugggghhh!

Stephen is now looking at me funny because I just started writing so hard that the paper is ripping. I should put this down because it's frustrating me.

Bye for now!

S. D.

I 3 DYLAN!

Yes, it is still Friday. 3:47

The other girls are now leaving (rawr, one by one, )! It is the perfect time to go up and talk to Dylan.

Gosh, he is so gorgeous, just sitting up there. His red swim shorts show off his defined, muscled legs. His abs are perfectly formed and distinct. His strong arm muscles ripple as he just moved to lay back and put on his sunglasses. He is so completely dazzling.

All of the girls are gone now!

Heart thumping, I leave you now,

SACHA!

Did you really think that I would leave you without saying what happened? I thought you knew me better! That means it's still Friday. 3:57

DOCUMENTING:

I walked over there and talked to him! I get butterflies in my stomach even thinking of it.

Stephen walked beside me for moral support. It was a good thing that he was there, too, for several reasons. One of them was because I almost ran back to the towel when I was about halfway to the lifeguard stand. If Stephen hadn't been there to (literally) drag me back towards where I was going, I would have never made it.

Once I was there, the conversation went a bit like this:

"Hey Dylan"

"Hey. How's it going, Sacha? How's your brother?" this last question surprised me, but I answered it quickly, surprising even myself. Stephen looked back at me and raised his eyebrows. This question was not expected or accounted for in our script.

"Good. I'm great, actually. My brother, well Ryan is just fine, I guess, and Lucas is just dandy" then I smiled. (How did I just say dandy? Nobody says dandy these days! Even so, Stephen looked impressed.) "I was wondering if . . . if. . ." I stammered, and this is where things went wrong. I forgot what I was going to say, and then I hiccupped. Honestly, I hiccupped. Then my face turned bright red and I wanted to run away like a little girl would.

This is when Stephen came in handy for the second time (what is with the rhyming? Handy and dandy? I have something wrong with my brain. . .). He put his hand on my shoulder, thankfully, saving me from running in fear. He finished my sentence for me, "Sacha wants to know if you want to come to the movies with us" his voice hitched for only a moment, then he continued. Dylan didn't seem to notice. "Us meaning me, Sacha, Amber, and Taylor."

Dylan looked at Stephen, then at me and my still-blushing face. "Why don't you invite Lucas?"

WHY DID HE CARE? Whatever, I thought to myself. Boys can be so weird sometimes. "Sure, sure. He can come. We were thinking of the movie 300 Days of Dating at about noon-ish tomorrow. It's supposed to be both romantic and scary" I silently laughed to myself. Tomorrow was going to be the third time I would see it. But the movie wasn't what I was excited about. "Please come. It . . . it would mean a whole bunch to me" at this, I smiled up at him, waiting for his response. He smiled back at me and I blushed as red as a tomato (on top of my last blush, would that make it purple? Ha ha. I really hope not. Oh, my. Was it purple? Now I'm blushing, so maybe I will be able to tell now. In the mirror, it looks like it's just slightly pink, so it probably wasn't purple, anyways . . .) so I looked down.

"I would love to" Dylan responded to me with his super-sexy sounding voice. "When? Wait, I should just get your number. Sacha?"

I looked up, and I'm sure my face was still beet-red, but I had recovered enough to answer him. Then I told him my number, and he took out his phone and saved it.

"I'll text you when I get the chance. Thanks so much. Goodbye, Sacha" He nodded me off, and I walked back to my towel, acting loopy. He sounded so sweet when he said goodbye to me. It seemed like such a nice thing to say. Everybody said 'bye' these days. I sound silly, commenting on his every word. He is just so cute! SIGH. . .

When I got back, I looked at Stephen and he looked down, avoiding my eyes. "Good job" he said after a moment, and then he looked up. "I'm proud of you" he said, but the words sounded rehearsed and mechanical. I decided to let it go and just thank him.

"You are my hero. Thank you so much!" then I hugged him, which, in hindsight, was probably not the best action for me when I just asked out my soon-to-be-boyfriend (hopefully) (Dylan), but hey, I needed to give my best friend a hug, and what is so wrong with that?

For now,

Sacha Doven

It's Friday! Still. 5:29

Home now. Still excited about what happened at the beach earlier. I am trying to forget what happened with my hiccupping and the blushing and the . . . this is making me remember! Get out of my head! Now I'm blushing . . . darn.

Dylan hasn't texted me yet, but I guess that is sort of to be expected, anyways the movie is not until tomorrow at around lunch time so we can hit the food court before, so it will be no worries if he doesn't text me until later. It should almost be expected. Even so, I still am keeping my phone near me at all times so that I will get his message right as it comes in.

STOP THE MADNESS! (I should probably say paranoia, but whatever). Have nothing else to write.

So . . . yea.

SO LONG, SUCKAS!

Sacha

Yeah, yeah, it's still Friday. 5:43.

I have still not received any texts or calls. Or any other type of communication from Dylan. Please don't comment on my impatience. I know. . . I have no patience. At all. . At all. I should do something.

Suuummmtttthhhhiiiinnnnggggg. But what?

Excuse my strange moments when I adding extra letters to words. And repeating words (words, words). I have nothing to say.

I should stop wasting time.

But I have nothing else to do . . .

I will go. That I am resolved on as of now. Goodbye!

S D

Mmmmm hmmmm. Yea, it's still Friday. 6:07.

See how long I waited? It was. . . ummm. . . 24 minutes. I think. That is some patience! Because if you round 24 minutes up, then you can call it 25 minutes. You can call 25 minutes about 30 minutes, which is half of an hour, which sounds like a long time. Because it is. A long time, I mean. I love rounding sometimes.

I just thought I would share with the world something. No, I take that back. I needed to share something with the world of my private diary. Here goes.

I 3 DYLAN!

I have shared.

Sacha D

It's still Friday. 6:21

I GOT A TEXT! Dylan finally texted me, and I will quote it for you. It said: "thx 4 inviting me 2 th movie. i wud luv 2 cum, c u 2morrow. Dylan".

He is coming! For sure! This is exactly what I wanted! I couldn't be any happier than I am now. He said yes. I am still in shock. I am sitting on my pink bedcovers with the phone in my hand open to the text that confirms that he will go to the movies with me tomorrow.

Now I need to find the perfect outfit that says that I am cute without trying to be. It must say that I go to movies with really hot surfer guys all of the time. I also can't be too hot or cold when I am in the theater, so put that in the records.

Would a dress be too formal? A tee-shirt too casual? Would sneakers be cute to him, giving off the 'sporty-yet-casual' look? So many questions!

Calling Stephen to ask–bye for now!

SD