A and I hung out again with R. Another amazing day :3 We met up at our school, then walked to K's house because she still owed me five dollars for kissing A (which I would've happily done without payment, too ^3^). We got there, hung out with her a little bit, I forced her to give me my money, then we left. A was hungry - BIG SHOCKER (not XD) - so we went to Dairy Queen. I used my money to get a mini blizzard. R got a mini blizzard, too, and A, of course, got the biggest burger he could afford.
There was this creepy guy who was like 40 years old at DQ. We were all sitting in a booth, R on one side with his back to the creepy guy, and A and I on the other side facing him. He kept staring at A, which made him creeped out, so he forced R to trade spots with him. After about five minutes he got up and said to R, "Alright, move, I'm jealous." R didn't move, so A grabbed him by the arm saying, "Okay, dude, get away from my girl," and pulled him away from me. I love how protective he is, even when it's his best friend <3
Then we went back to my house. It had been raining all day so my trampoline was soaked. What did I do? I took my phone and my money out of my pocket, put it on a chair, and sat on the edge of my trampoline. With wide eyes, R was like, "You're seriously going to go on there?" I said yep and began taking off my shoes. A just grinned, said all proudly, "That's my girl!" and ran after me, hopping on one foot since he'd already thrown one shoe off. R decided to join us, and we all got our feet completely soaked, and our feet were freezing - coupled with the cold of the outside weather and the freezing wetness of the trampoline, why wouldn't they be? - but we didn't really care. A was the first to slip and fall, laying on his back. When he got up his back was all wet and I refused to get anything but my feet wet. The minute I said that, A wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down. I was laughing and trying to fight him off, but we ended up both falling onto the trampoline and getting totally soaked. I grabbed R's hand, which A admitted after that he didn't exactly like, and pulled him down so that we were all completely soaked.
With most guys, being over protective isn't good for me. Being too protective is a no. But with A... It just makes me adore him even more, and for some reason, when he's over protective, I love it. I love knowing that he cares that much, and it doesn't bother me like it did with every other over protective guy I've ever dated. And neither of us like clingy people. We hate dating clingy people. Whenever I'm dating someone, I can't be around them constantly. It annoys me, and they start to irritate me. But with A I just can't have enough of him. The minute he leaves I wish he would just come running back, and the minute I get a text I jump to see if it's him. I talk to him all day and night, whether it's through text or in person, and I hang out with him every day all day even at school. Normally, that would be way too much for me. A also said he feels the same way, because for some reason, he always needs more of me. He said he never wants to leave and never wants us to be apart. He said that if he had all the time in the world, he'd spend every second of it with me<3 Honestly, I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
Every girl he's dated says that when you date him he changes into a complete [stream of inappropriate words], but with me, it's the complete opposite. He's only gotten sweeter and more attached to me. He says that it's because I'm really the only girl he's actually felt something strong for, and he says that we have a sort of connection - a spark, chemistry, whatever you want to call it - that he's never experienced. He says that I actually understand him better than he understands himself. And with all the stuff that he's been through, he says he couldn't be happier to know that when everything seems like it's turned it's back on him, he knows there's one person he can go to who'll be waiting with open arms, and who'll listen to him complain no matter how long he rants on and no matter how stupid it is and can always make him smile on the darkest of days. I could've melted into a pool of lovestruck jelly right then and there. I've never heard anybody, especially a guy, go so deep like that. Especially with his best friend around!
He continuously insisted that I owed him another kiss. I was playing hard to get and playfully said no. He literally insisted upon it every five minutes. I became uber cold and ran inside to get a blanket. A and I ended up laying on my trampoline, his arms around me, wrapped up in the blanket. I was turned away from him, so he super lightly kissed the top of my head, which is something that - I don't know why, I really don't - I find incredibly sweet and cute. Then we all got thirsty so I ran inside to get some Kool-Aid. We ended up having a Kool-Aid throwing fight. A would throw the Kool-Aid up in the air, then it flew over the net, so he ran out to get it. It happened to be MY Kool-Aid, too. Then he tried to throw it from the outside of the trampoline over the net, and overshot it into my neighbour's backyard. He ninja-ly scurried into my neighbour's backyard, grabbed the Kool-Aid, and threw it. Guess what? OVERSHOT. It flew over the net into my backyard. So he went to go get it, blah blah blah. When I finally did get it back, I had no straw to open it with. A had my straw, and he said that he'd only give it me if I kissed him. We argued playfully for a little while, then I gave in, saying that I really wanted that Kool-Aid. So we kissed, and then I asked him to give me my straw. He insisted that he needed one more or else he just wouldn't have the strength to reach for my straw, pull it out of his pocket, and hand it to me. I rolled my eyes, but we kissed anyways, and he gave me my straw. Our number of kisses in total was now four, two the night before, and two that day. Then R slapped him across the face, and he claimed that he needed a kiss to make it better. I went to go kiss him on the cheek, and he just went for the lips, which I was okay with :3 After that we were cuddling together and he mentioned to me that the number of times we've kissed was now six, but the number of times that K hadn't seen us was only five, and five was an odd number. I gasped and said, "Odd numbers are bad luck! We can't have that, can we?" he smiled and replied all softly, "No, we'd better make it six, just to make sure." so we kissed AGAIN, making the total number of times seven and the number of times K hadn't seen it six.
Later after that he had to go home 3:
They always say that after the first kiss you have no trouble doing it again. Well, after the first two, I still wasn't too comfortable about it and still was nervous. After the seventh... I'm pretty sure I can do it now with no hesitation.
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