Yesterday, I woke up at noon, showered, threw on clothes, and cleaned my room until Paul got here... With a rose. So I'm sitting on my back porch, spraying my necklace silver again with metallic spray paint and he walks up (looking adorable, I might add, wearing a plaid button up and navy shorts) (a plaid button up I'm now wearing with a rose in his hand and that goofy smile on his face I love and I just kind of melt.
I throw my arms around him and smile and kiss him about a million times and generally freak out at how amazingly cute and romantic this whole thing is. All I'm thinking is "Where have you been my whole life?" Apparently I said it outloud because he replied "I was just thinking the same thing." And I lean forward and kiss him again and again. Then I remember we're going to pick up Lucy in a little bit and I take his hand and we go into the house and I put the flowers in a vase and just kind of smile at it and him until I finally tear my eyes away long enough to check the time. We have half an hour before we need to go over to Lucy's and grab her for lunch at the Coney Shop. We sat on the couch and cuddled and kissed and talked and it was so sweet and so cute.
And when we left to get Lucy, he held my hand when he wasn't shifting gears (it's a stick shift, so that's actually kind of awesome. Tuesday he'd asked me if it made me sad not holding his hand when he drove and I was like "Well... kinda." So he did. While joking about how he was going to teach me to shift the gears with my other hand so we could actually just drive and hold hands.) and we listened to music we both liked (a first for both of us, his ex was all about pop, mine was all about instrumental rock with no fucking words) and we sang along with the words and talked about my mom because we passed her work.
We picked up Lucy and got milkshakes and fries at the shop, then we dropped her off at the Civic and went back to my house and, um... Had a little bit of fun (or a lot a bit. ;P). Then we straightened his hair, because my grandma got home and I wanted to see what it'd look like (an emo kid, but it didn't last long, thank God) and we headed over to his house for dinner and to play with his sister's baby. (His sister = Kat. The baby = Harper. Kat's fiance = Jerrod.)
Harper was SUPER cute and adorable. We played with my bracelets for over half an hour before dinner. We had mexican, it was really, really, really good. And Kat made cookies (I told her I'd babysit anytime she wanted if she'd feed me cookies. She said they weren't her best batch and they made my mouth water. I love this girl.) and Jerrod and Paul and I played video games until ten, when Kat was like "Go! Go home and get back and sleep!" (She's really funny and was doing all these elaborate hand gestures and a ridiculous voice when she said it.) So we walked out to his car, holding hands, and got in and I kissed him (because I hadn't been able to kiss him the whole time we were there) and we drove to the park by my house, fooled around, and then went and swung on the swings in the pouring rain and I was singing The Beatles "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and he gave me a piggy back ride. Honestly, the whole day was like something out of a romantic comedy.
I loved it. I can't wait until I hang out with him again.
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