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Santa Cruz
2009-04-16

i don't know why but i cant stop thinking about that night in your old apartment. it was early summer and ridiculously hot and we had just had sex while your roommate accidentally walked into the kitchen and i'm sure he could hear us but we just didn't care.

afterwards we were laying on the bed talking about what we should do, and out of nowhere you said "lets go to the beach." your family was at your aunts beach house for the weekend i guess. so we went.

we invited the couple we always hang out with. they couldn't come. it wasn't enough warning. i think we invited them because yes we were together, but we weren't quite accustomed to spending time alone like that yet.

i'm glad they didn't come.

i took you back to my house for the first time, i was kind of embarrassed and you were kind of quiet. and you waited as i packed, laid on my bed, teased me about my messy room.

we drove the 2.5 hours in the middle of the night. that drive is one of my favorite memories of you. we listened to your ipod the whole way, and we listened to songs that would become songs that forever remind me of you and the earlier days of our relationship and how it felt. and you smiled and drove and sang to me and i had my feet up on the dash and i was all nerves because i was going to meet your mom. we were both chatty and hyper from the redbulls and candy we had gotten at a gas station to stay up for the drive. i was scared to drive 17 so i made you drive and i felt bad about it, because i knew you didn't realize how twisty the roads really were. when we got i met your oldest of your younger brothers for the first time. we walked to the beach sat and talked, he moped about him missing his gf. it was dark and cold i wanted to go in but at the same time we had finally made it and the salty air, waves, the breeze, and you were hard to resist.

when we finally did go back to the beach house we kicked your youngest brother out of his bed, i felt bad about that. you insisted. your brother gave me a look like "who the f is that white girl...fuck it its 3am im sleeping on the couch." so we slept on the old bed. you and me, in the same bed while your mom was in the house, she didn't even care! i was a bit shocked. little did i know every time we visited your mom we'd sleep in your little brothers bed.

that was one of my favorite nights with you.

i can't believe were coming up on a year.

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