The Aislin Chronicles

Part XVIII

A/n: Hey, hey, hey! Sorry this took so long, well, longer than I thought it would. But never fear, Part XVIII is here! Enjoy! Happy summer!

4-25-03

3:47 PM

Oh. My gosh.

3:52 PM

Today was great. Not only is it Friday, not only do I not have much homework this weekend, but I am going to the zoo with Ian Schmidt.

3:55 PM

WE ARE GOING TO THE ZOO TOGETHER. ALONE. AHHHHHHH.

He asked me in math today. He was all, "Hey, what are you doing Saturday?"

"Nothing, I think."

"You wanna go to the zoo and take pictures?"

"Yeah!" I hope I didn't sound too… Excited? Hmmm, I'm hoping it was more of an oh-we-need-to-start-our-project kind of yeah rather than a YOU'RE-CUTE-AND-WE'RE-GOING-TO-THE-ZOO kind. Somehow I'm convinced it was the latter…

But yes, we are zooing on Saturday afternoon, when he and his mother will pick me up at two and proceed to drop us off for picture-taking for about an hour to an hour and a half. It shall be an hour/hour-point-five of pure bliss! Sigh. Ian. Ianianianianian…

Kathleen got her haircut.

I have no idea why that seems worthy of noting. I just. Ugh. Ian. Gorgeous blue eyes.

Okay, I have to stop. Dear journal you must feel so tortured by all this Ian business I blabber on about. Though if you only had eyes you could see the cuteness that is him!

4:01 PM

Okay, seriously, new subject. That last sentence was insane. I think Dad's been slipping me some crazy pills. That or it's something in the water.

New topic: last night.

Now that I've gotten my bout of Ian babble out of the way, I can move on to a more interesting topic. Not that Ian isn't interesting. I mean for the journal's sake.

4:03 PM

Good God, I am going mad.

Anyway, it was after dinner when I entered the living room after finishing my social studies homework. I decided to join Sydney on the couch as Dad was doing the dishes. She was flipping lazily through one of those bridal magazines which brides-to-be tend to always have.

She nor I bothered to read this article with pictures of weird looking wedding cakes, so she turned the page, and we got to the wedding dresses. She looked at them more slowly, they were all right, then she got to this really peculiar one and she turned the page as fast as she could to escape its ugliness. And, of course, the next dress was absolutely beautiful- elegant but modern. I looked up to see what Sydney thought of it, and she was just awestruck. Slowly she turned her head to look at me and her lips curled into a smile. "That's the one," she whispered.

Dad heard her say this, threw the dishrag over his shoulder, and made his way to lean over the back of the couch to see. But Sydney wouldn't let him. She pressed the magazine firmly against her stomach. "No, no, no," she smirked. "Not for your eyes." She turned to me and pointed with her head to their bedroom. "Let's go order it on the laptop."

We stood up and started to move as Dad protested. "Come on, Syd, let me see."

"No," she replied coyly.

This commenced in them chasing each other around the couch until Dad caught Sydney from behind and began tickling her. Syd threw the magazine at me. "Run!" she managed through immense laughter.

So I hustled with the magazine into their room and I pressed my ear to the door to listen to them being cute. Dad tickled her a short bit longer, and she laughed and pleaded with him to stop. I risked a peek through the crack in the door. Somehow they both ended up on their knees (I assume Sydney fell in the fit of tickles and Dad just went down with her) and now Dad's arms were wrapped around Sydney, hugging her from behind. Her head was leaning back on his shoulder.

For some reason I got scared they'd see me watching them so I darted away but stayed to listen to them. They were quiet for a while, then Dad said, "So… Can I see it?"

Sydney scoffed. "No! I want to surprise you."

He considered it. "Hmm, okay. Kiss?"

I guess they kissed, but I wasn't really watching. I figured that was the end of their conversation, so I went and situated myself against the headboard and got the laptop started up. Sydney came in with a smile plastered on her face and scooted in next to me. She looked at the picture of the dress again and squealed. "It's perfect!"

She was so excited while we were ordering it. It was so cute. Oh, by the way, they set a date for Memorial weekend. Just thought I'd throw that in there. Anyway, after we ordered the dress we surfed around the site and looked at other random dresses and shoes and such. We decided we'd go back to that one store for the baby blue dress I liked.

Eventually Dad sauntered into the doorway and knocked. We told him it was safe to come in, and he cuddled with Sydney. Awww.

I think we just kept looking around, I fell asleep on their bed at like eight-thirty. Dad must have moved me back to my room because that's where my alarm clock jovially woke me up. Jovially. Good word, no? Learned it from Mr. Johnson today. And that's jovially for the alarm clock, not for myself.

4-26-03

3:59 PM

I've never been high, but I'm pretty sure this is what it feels like. Ian's amazing. And cute. And funny. And… Oh, Ian, Ian, IAN! I'm in such a great mood. Just got back from the zoo, where I spent a wonderful hour and a half with who? Ian. Ian Schmidt. That's right. The most gorgeous seventh grader in the entire universe. Oh, yeah, we took pictures for math and all that too. But oh goodness he's so funny!

I have to call Jess and tell her everything. Eeeeeeee!

7:45 PM

So at dinner Syd was like, "So how did taking pictures go today?" and I seriously had to shove more food in my mouth to keep from smiling like a raving lunatic. I nodded while I chewed so it was suspicious or anything. Finally after it was all swallowed and junk I said it went well. I think I got all my Ian gushing out with Jess. Who is absolutely insane, by the way. First of all, she doesn't think Ian's all that hot. Which that statement by itself is pure… blasphemy. (I had to look that word up, I'll admit…) And secondly, she likes Adam. No, she really really really likes Adam. More than I like Ian, if that's comprehendible to your little journal mind. (No comment. Journal.) Adam's just… Adam-ish. He's all right. But Jess has known him forever and they're really good friends, so, yeah. Oh, and thirdly, she said she was going to hook me and Ian up somehow. Frankly I'm a bit concerned; you never know what plan she could be concocting.

Hm, anyway, Dad started to clear the dishes and Sydney cocked her eyebrow at me because she thinks I have a crush on Ian or something, which is true, but I'm not just going to go out and say it… Then I did it. I smiled. And blushed. Without anything to conceal myself with. And she just smirked at me. Smirked! Well if she didn't know I had a crush on Ian, she most certainly does now. Luckily I stopped myself before Dad could see me. I mean… I don't really want him to know, do I? It's kind of awkward, I don't know. He doesn't want to talk to me about that.

Oh God. I'm just stopping now. Later.

4-29-03

7:22 PM

Hehe. Hehe. Hehe. So yesterday, I went to math, Mrs. Frierson reminded us how our projects are due on Friday, so Ian turned to me and asked me the greatest question in the world. Well, the second greatest question I guess, since, ah, nevermind. He said, "Do you want to come over tomorrow after school and finish our project?" Oh do I ever! I'm very proud of myself, I remained very calm and cool. I told him that I probably could, I'd just have to ask my Dad. Oh, and that was very funny. More on that later.

So then Ian was like, "Great, I really hope you can come." Ahh! He really wants me to come over! Ohh and I want to go over so badly. I was talking to Jess and Kathleen about it at lunch. Kathleen kept rolling her eyes at me because she thinks Ian is annoying (only because he calls her Kit-Kat, and she hates when people call her that excluding Fini and Danny). But they were both excited for me I think because I like him so much.

Then when Dad and Sydney came home later… "Hey Dad, my math project is due on Friday, and I was wondering if I could go to his house so we could finish it?"

"Sure, wait, his house?"

Yes Dad, a boy! Imagine that! Haha, his reaction was priceless. I was just like, "Yeah, Ian's house, we took the pictures on Saturday."

And then he just stared at me. He stared. Sydney kind of nudged him with her elbow and said, "It's okay with us, right honey?"

"Um, yeah." Haha. Wonder what dear old Dad was thinking about?

Anyway, I went over there today! I met him by his locker and then his little brother David met us (sixth grader) then we walked out to his mom's car. When we got to his house he got this big poster for us to put the pictures on and then he yelled at his brother to leave us alone, hehe. And…. We worked, and we talked, and we had a little snack. And, he's so cute.

It was almost 4:30 when we finished. I knew Dad wouldn't be home yet, so Mrs. Schmidt said she would take me home. Ian was going to come, but he had to get ready for soccer practice. He told me he had fun, though, and that we should hang out more.

Yes!

He said we should hang out more!

Oh, Ian, my thoughts exactly.

Sigh, it was a great afternoon. Oh, and our project looks nice. I'd give it an A. Now it's just up to the Frierson.

Dad made burgers out on the grill tonight, they were yummy. Sydney told me we could go back to that store on Saturday and buy my dress (haha, Dad was like, "Do I get to see this one?") and then we're having dinner with Francie, Will, and Weiss. I haven't seen Weiss in awhile, not since that day with the "free sex" on Dad's phone. It will be fun.

5-3-03

10:01 PM

Happy Saturday, journal. I just got back from dinner at Francie and Will's place. She made this amazing pork thing with rice and veggies and I don't know what. Oh my gosh plus dessert, I was in heaven. Most of the time Francie and Syd talked about wedding plans, well, more like Francie was hounding her with questions, while the guys all talked about sports and stuff. I wasn't really paying attention to them.

When we got there Weiss immediately tried to have a conversation with me using the most horrid imitation of an Irish accent I've ever heard. When he realized I clearly wasn't amused he started to do a card trick for me, but he accidentally screwed it up and it was really funny. Then I showed him a card trick Dee taught me once and I totally guessed his card. He was like, "I give up, she wins," and went into the kitchen with Will and Dad.

Just before Francie started asking Sydney questions about the wedding and before the guys split off into their guy conversation, Weiss started talking about how he was responsible for Dad and Sydney getting married because he got them back together after their big fight. Whatever, dude, that was all Jess's doing. But of course I didn't say that and just smirked at Weiss basking in his own glory. I know if Jess were here she would correct him. One day. One day…

It was boring for a little while but I still had a good time. Will, Weiss, and I played Black Jack after dessert. Francie was cleaning up, and we offered to help but she said she didn't want anything ruining her kitchen. Syd and Dad were… Hm. I don't know where they were. Perhaps I don't want to… Will kicked our butts. He got twenty-one on every hand, I swear. We must have played for twenty minutes. Then it was time to leave. Weiss gave me a noogie. I was like, "Bye… Hey, what are you– Ugh. Thanks. Thanks a bunch." He messed up my hair. As my dear friends would say, "Lil devil!" Oh well. I'll get him back.

A/n: Okay, I don't like this chapter much but it needed to be here. I'm excited for the next one though, should be good! Less than a month away until the wedding, right (on Aislin time)? Hehe. Please review!