December 24

Dear Journal,

Wooowww talking about a Christmas Eve. Every year we have a party, see at my place. Wesley had stayed out of sight the entire time hiding in the barn. Which I told him was a good idea because if my parents reacted that way about him how do you think my aunts, uncles, and neighbors act. It was fun, cherry pie, turkey, food, presents, and fun. So here I was going to the barn, when I felt an arm grab me.

"Billy-bob" , was an old neighbor. He and I were best friends as kids. He had left to go to Medical School in New York because he was two years older then me, but my parents didn't bethrone but I know there would be nothing that would make them more happy.

"Hey Winnie how's it goin?" wow...he changed. A lot more intense. A lot more...scary...New York City must do that to people.

"Uuuh good, uuh Billy-Bob your sort of hurting me." I said gesturing to his tight grip on my arm.

"Sort of the point Winnie." he grinned and threw me p against the wall of barn.

"HELP ME!" I screamed yet no one came.

"Newsflash Winnie, the party's to loud for anyone to hear you." he grinned and then his hand grabbed me on my chest and I screamed once more as he ripped off my shirt and then his hand went under my skirt. I felt tears coming down my face.

"Hey!" it was my father thank god.

"STAY BACK!" yelled Billy-Bob and he pointed a knife at my dad. He stopped and put his hands in the air.

"Let her go, now see here Billy-bob I know you don't wanna do this."

"Roger what's going on-" yet my mother stopped, and one by one everyone had come outside to watch.

"Now were where we Winnie?" he turns to me. I scream once more and then I realize something. I could take this guy, I wasn't a totally weakingly. Stomping him in the foot he groaned and loosened his grip long enough and I punched him the face. He backs away and raises his knife, I quinch only to see Wesley come in and bloc his attack and punch him sending him to the ground. Knocking unconscious. I quickly run into his Arms and he holds me tightly. He kiss's my forehead and holds me tightly as I cry in his arms. Everyone watches in shock as I cry in his arms.

"It's ok sweetie, I'm right here." he whispered to me. Everyone just watches in shock.

"Uuuh Fred." says Uncle Larry.

So we all go back inside, I go change, and Wesley is like interrogated by my family. Yet him saving me really gives him an up in their book. So then we continue the party, and it's even better cause Wesley is actually there. So then I exchange gifts with my aunts and uncles. And Wesley had gone all out for Christmas, and had gotten 20 little British flag necklaces. They were real metal, and maybe about 4 dollars each I think he told me. Yet then again his family is loaded. We kiss under the mistletoe and get a lot of "oooooohhhs" and then we stop and look at everyone and then he winks and kisses me passionately and he gets claps and whistles. It was really fun.


December 25,

Dear Journal,

I got up and ran downstairs with my mother to see Wesley, and my dad laughing and joking. The two most important men in my life.

"Good morning sweetie." they both said at the same time. It was hilarious cause they turned to each other and had this look on their face. I fell on the couch in between them laughing hysterically.

So we all exchange gifts. I gave my mom a cookbook, and my dad a "Best of Bob Hope" on cases. And then Wesley and me exchanged gifts last. He gave me a silver locket. I try to open it but he grins. Taking off his dog tag, a tiny itsy bitsy key extracts from it like you would a pocketknife and places it inside the tiny isty bits little lock.

"I have the key to your heart," he whispers in my ear. I am smiling from ear to ear and I open it to see the same pictures that are in his dog tag. One of the pictures is one of us on our first date. And when I say our first date I mean in 2004, as in right after Angel was a puppet. Then the other picture was all of us when Cordeli was "awake". The entire gang. I look up at him dead in the eye.

"This means a lot to me Wesley." I had said to him. He smiles and pecks me on the cheek.

"Fred? Honey watcha get?"

"A locket aint it pretty?" I smile. They smile, at the solid silver locket happy he isn't cheap. (More points for Wesley) God he's so hot in his ruffled hair, bright eyes, and aaahhh...gorgeous Wesley. Then I take out his gift. It's wrapped in cloth. He undoes the bow and carefully unwraps my gift. He gasps as he hands run over my gift I gave him. It's a leather book, old, love poems, and Shakespeare. He opens flips through it with those wonderful hands of his. (Hmmmm Wesley) and looks up at me.

"It's wonderful." and leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips. I see mama and dad looking at each other. I know what there thinking.

"So much like us when we were there age" and then my mother merely said.

"Look at you two! All lovely dovey."

"There just a mini us Trish." said my father. (I KNEW THEY'D SAY IT!). I merely blush and giggle.

"Daddy!"

"Now it's getting late we still have mass to go-oh Wesley, I'm sorry-"

"No it's ok. I go to church every Sunday.

Ooh Wesley has total approval. Not only did he protect me, has the approval of everyone else in the family, he isn't cheap but he goes to church every Sunday. Oh Yeh, I see the wheels in my daddy's head turning as he is totally approving Wesley.

We are coming home from Church, me and Wesley holding hands, and he's whispering sweet nothing in my ears.

"Your gorgeous you know that right?" he whispered to me. I giggle.

"Wesley" I say, in an audible tone while he is just whispering.

"Every time I see you I want to kiss you." he whispered grinning. God he was such a flirt.

"Wesley stops it." I giggle.

"Hmm you smell so good." and I merely continue to giggle.


December 30, 1991

Dear Journal,

Though my parents approve doesn't exactly mean they like him. They have put him to such hard work on the farm. Thankfully Wesley family owns a Ranch that they send him to work on in the summer when he was younger. So Wesley shows them up every time. It's great! I'm going to this party, with a bunch of friends from my school and bringing Wesley. I get to show him off to all my friends. Woohooo!


December 31, 1991

Dear Journal,

RRR! WE ARE SO OVER! I MEAN OVER AS IN OVER OVER AND OVER! I AM NEVER TALK TO HIM AGAIN!


January 1, 1992

Dear Journal,

Ok look sorry I was just so mad yesterday. He says why do we have to go out. And then I'm like why are you yelling? And we got into this whole fight about me not being satisfying with me just staying home with him. But newsflash Wes that's all we've been doing! So I go to the party by myself. Ready to kiss another boy at midnight, yet as they start counting down here what happened?

10

I am facing Derek ready to kiss him

9

I see Wesley coming from the back

8

I see a red rose in his hands, wearing a black oxford, and black pance. God he looks gorgeous

7

I run over to him leaving Derek dumbstruck

6

He walks over to me calmly.

5

He takes the rose and traces it along from my forehead to my nose

4

Moves the rose down to my lips

3

I take the rose and smell it

2

He smiles weakly

1

I smile back

0

We kiss like we we're going to die if we don't.

Afterwards I wrap my arms around his neck and we lean our foreheads against each other.

"I'm sorry Fred...it's just...I'm not suppose to be like this. And it scares me."

"What do you mean?"

"Like this isn't what really happened...we never really meat in high school," he said looking down at the ground. "But I'm glad we did." he says looking up at me. "It's just I'm scared. I'm not used to this." he whispered.

"Used to what?"

"Being a teenager and..."

"and?" I ask arching a brow. "Being loved."

"Hey it's ok." I smile. "We were both sort of nerds back in high school." He looks around at the people dancing.

"Huh...from what we're doing now guess we are.," he said looking around.

"What are we doing?"

"Not dancing." he grins. I have a giant bright smile on my face. So we danced.

Ok, I used to dance ballie when I was a kid. But I've never danced like this. At first we were both pretty unsure of ourselves yet it went away really soon because we got the hang on it. It was so much fun! I mean, I was there with my boyfriend (my gorgeous boyfriend who loved to touch me every chance he got when we danced. Yet I knew we were both relived when it turned to slow music and we both knew how to do that. We swayed to the music. How could I ever be mad at him? Well we are heading back to England...and we're going to be separated again. tear, tear so sad. And once we go back to England it means "hello reality" and it also means "hello no more "fooling around" and finding out why we're here."