Him. All I can think about is him. My entire brain seems to have been taken over by him. Everything seems to remind me of him. My life has been entirely consumed with him. All I want to do is talk to him. He is the only person really worth losing sleep over. Without even knowing him and even when I'm not talking to him, just the thought of Jacques makes my heart rate spike up and makes me smile. He is the first person to show me you don't have to be with someone for them to make you smile. With him, I feel like I never have to pretend like I can be my entire self with him, even though I have never even really spoken to him. Every time his name pops up onto my screen my heart skips a beat, I get butterfly's in my stomach, but at the same time crazy happy.
A ninja? Suck a good guess, but no dice.
-Jacques
Aaaah-autocorrect fail. DICK a good guess.
GAHHHHHH!
SUCH a good guess. SUCH. Jesus Christ this is why I never write from my phone.
Anyway, I'm going to go die from embarrassment now.
-J
Omg, he is amazing. His little mistakes make me like him even more. I love seeing the fact that he is like me, a total and complete mess. It makes me feel like he could actually like me rather than only see that I am so totally and completely miserable when it comes to life. Everything he writes is like a poem or a song. It seems to put itself into the perfect order. It always sounds amazing.
Jacques,
I hope your Halloween was excellent, and that your simple and badassery hit the mark. Things were really quiet around here. We only had about six trick or treaters. Of course, that means I am contractually obligated to eat the leftover Reese's cups.
I can't believe it's already almost homecoming. I'm excited about it. Make no mistake, football is still my least favorite sport, but I actually really like going to the homecoming game. I guess it's something about the lights and the drumbeats and the sent of the air. Fall air always smells like possibility. Or maybe I just like ogling the cheerleaders. You know me.
Are you doing anything interesting this weekend? We're supposed to have SUCK nice weather. Excuse me dick nice weather.
-Blue
Every day I think to myself he can't get any better, there is no way he could be more perfect. There is no way it is physically possible to be any more perfect then he already is, yet he manages to prove me wrong every day. He has become my life's blood. The reason for my existence. I have no idea how I managed before Jacques.
"Bram, come here, I think I figured something out" I can hear my mom yelling to me from downstairs.
"Coming" I yell back as I scramble out of bed and down to where my mother awaits, arms crossed with a stern expression on her face, yet her eyes are ablaze with hope.
"I figured out a way to stay here," she says.
"Are you serious? How? What do I need to do?" My heart beat just started to race at least three times faster than before. I am surprised my mom can't hear it. I could be able to stay here, in shady creek, I could stay here long enough to be able to meet Jacques. I wouldn't need to hide my identity from him, because I would be able to stay. I could actually get to know him!
"You know Lily from my work, well her family turns out to be quite rich. Her grandfather invented the springs that go inside of pens. Well, it turns out he has a son about your age and he is failing English. She is willing to pay a hundred dollars a day for when you tutor him. And if you do that you could be earning around five hundred dollars a week. If you did that for a couple of months we would have just about enough money to stay, what do you think?"
So, my choices are either teaching some grammatically incorrect whinny bratty trust fund kid, or leaving my home, friends, and Jacques. The choice is obvious. I have to do it. It's the only way to keep Jacques, my only way to be able to have a future with him.
"I'll teach the kid"
"I'll go call lily now!"
I may be able to stay! The thought is slowly sinking in, I may be able to actually stay here, meet Jacques, fall in love with each other and have a real-life love story.
