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Dear Diary, 2-10
Omg . . . I'm just so confused . . . I don't know anything anymore!
Tristan took me out tonight . . . I don't know what's what now!
Tristan was supposed to come pick me up at 7. he showed up at the door looking rushed and embarrassed at 7:10.
"Sorry I'm late Serenity . . . my car wouldn't start and the dog had to go out and then-"
"Tristan, it's okay," I giggled. He was so cute when he was worried like that. "do you have the tickets?"
he held up a piece of paper printed off his computer. "I reserved them online before I left. We still have plenty of time to get there, as long as the line isn't too bad. You ready?"
"yeah, let's go." I smiled, and he took my hand. I called to Mom that I was leaving, and Tristan led me to his car. It was an old model, kinda beat up and not great-looking, but it must have meant something to Tristan, from the time he took to be gentle with the door.
Tristan's mom was driving. She was really nice to me, like, she'd talk to me but she wasn't annoying or anything. Tristan didn't think so, but I thought she was just fine. We got to the theatre and we had just enough time to get some popcorn before the movie started. I don't remember what it was called, but it was some action/adventure thing Tristan wanted to see. I didn't love it, but it wasn't bad.
When I wasn't paying attention to the movie, I noticed Tristan looking at me and smiling. He put his arm around my shoulder one of the romantic parts, and I leaned into him a little. He didn't try to do anything more than that, but he almost never let go of my hand the whole night.
Tristan's mom came to pick us up when the movie was over. We ended up waiting outside for her for a little while, and I started regretting that I forgot my coat. I was shivering and everything, and then I wasn't. Tristan had walked around behind me and put his jacket around my shoulders. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I noticed that he was cold now, so I took off the coat and gave it back to him, but he insisted I keep it on. I noticed his mom smiling at that when she came.
It was on the ride home that I started feeling guilty. I mean, I'd just gone out with Duke a little while ago, and I kinda decided I liked him better. But then I'm still out with Tristan, even though I decided. I don't know . . . I think I thought I was being a bad person for leading Tristan on, since I liked Duke.
Anyway, we went back to Tristan's house just to hang out for a little while. His mom and dad were both home, and so was his dog. That dog is so big! I think it really liked me . . . or maybe I just had popcorn butter on my hands. You never know.
We sat around and watched TV for most of the time, eating some ice cream and stuff. We sat next to eachother on the couch, and Tristan had his arm around me again. Tristan pulled out a videotape with some British comedy on it, something called Monty Python. It was pretty funny.
A little before I had to leave, Tristan asked "you good Serenity?"
"Yeah, I'm fine . . ." I wasn't quite sure why he was asking.
"Well I'm not . . . not yet at least . . ." Tristan leaned in closer to me and closed his eyes. I pushed him away.
"I . . . I really like you Tristan . . . but I don't want to go too fast . . . okay?"
Tristan let out a little sigh. "come on Serenity, what's the harm?" he leaned in again.
"Tristan! I-" his lips touched mine and I got cut off. I closed my eyes instinctively, and everything changed. His grip on my shoulder tightened, and I relaxed against him.
I pulled away and blushed, but I was really, really happy.
Tristan had his mom take me home after that.
I don't know what happened. What changed? I thought I liked Duke! Duke's polite, and elegant, and sweet, and not pushy . . . what happened? Tristan isn't so polite, but he's fun to be with . . . and he kissed me . . . when he did, all those other factors just disappeared.
I always said I would go out with anyone who would push me, but Tristan did. I said I wanted someone classy, someone smart and polite. I could have been describing Duke perfectly. So why do I feel this way now about Tristan?
What the heck am I supposed to do now!?
Serenity
Dear Diary, 2-10
Omg . . . I'm just so confused . . . I don't know anything anymore!
Tristan took me out tonight . . . I don't know what's what now!
Tristan was supposed to come pick me up at 7. he showed up at the door looking rushed and embarrassed at 7:10.
"Sorry I'm late Serenity . . . my car wouldn't start and the dog had to go out and then-"
"Tristan, it's okay," I giggled. He was so cute when he was worried like that. "do you have the tickets?"
he held up a piece of paper printed off his computer. "I reserved them online before I left. We still have plenty of time to get there, as long as the line isn't too bad. You ready?"
"yeah, let's go." I smiled, and he took my hand. I called to Mom that I was leaving, and Tristan led me to his car. It was an old model, kinda beat up and not great-looking, but it must have meant something to Tristan, from the time he took to be gentle with the door.
Tristan's mom was driving. She was really nice to me, like, she'd talk to me but she wasn't annoying or anything. Tristan didn't think so, but I thought she was just fine. We got to the theatre and we had just enough time to get some popcorn before the movie started. I don't remember what it was called, but it was some action/adventure thing Tristan wanted to see. I didn't love it, but it wasn't bad.
When I wasn't paying attention to the movie, I noticed Tristan looking at me and smiling. He put his arm around my shoulder one of the romantic parts, and I leaned into him a little. He didn't try to do anything more than that, but he almost never let go of my hand the whole night.
Tristan's mom came to pick us up when the movie was over. We ended up waiting outside for her for a little while, and I started regretting that I forgot my coat. I was shivering and everything, and then I wasn't. Tristan had walked around behind me and put his jacket around my shoulders. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I noticed that he was cold now, so I took off the coat and gave it back to him, but he insisted I keep it on. I noticed his mom smiling at that when she came.
It was on the ride home that I started feeling guilty. I mean, I'd just gone out with Duke a little while ago, and I kinda decided I liked him better. But then I'm still out with Tristan, even though I decided. I don't know . . . I think I thought I was being a bad person for leading Tristan on, since I liked Duke.
Anyway, we went back to Tristan's house just to hang out for a little while. His mom and dad were both home, and so was his dog. That dog is so big! I think it really liked me . . . or maybe I just had popcorn butter on my hands. You never know.
We sat around and watched TV for most of the time, eating some ice cream and stuff. We sat next to eachother on the couch, and Tristan had his arm around me again. Tristan pulled out a videotape with some British comedy on it, something called Monty Python. It was pretty funny.
A little before I had to leave, Tristan asked "you good Serenity?"
"Yeah, I'm fine . . ." I wasn't quite sure why he was asking.
"Well I'm not . . . not yet at least . . ." Tristan leaned in closer to me and closed his eyes. I pushed him away.
"I . . . I really like you Tristan . . . but I don't want to go too fast . . . okay?"
Tristan let out a little sigh. "come on Serenity, what's the harm?" he leaned in again.
"Tristan! I-" his lips touched mine and I got cut off. I closed my eyes instinctively, and everything changed. His grip on my shoulder tightened, and I relaxed against him.
I pulled away and blushed, but I was really, really happy.
Tristan had his mom take me home after that.
I don't know what happened. What changed? I thought I liked Duke! Duke's polite, and elegant, and sweet, and not pushy . . . what happened? Tristan isn't so polite, but he's fun to be with . . . and he kissed me . . . when he did, all those other factors just disappeared.
I always said I would go out with anyone who would push me, but Tristan did. I said I wanted someone classy, someone smart and polite. I could have been describing Duke perfectly. So why do I feel this way now about Tristan?
What the heck am I supposed to do now!?
Serenity
