Sooo. I had the cutest date in the entire world today. Boyfriend took me to get a Henry Winehard we barely drank, and sat in a pretty park parking lot in each other's company. I've gotta say, Boyfriend looks superb in a polo. I wonder if people are just really unlucky, or they are just determined not to find love. I just happened upon mine. I didn't even have to try. It's actually a cute story. It happened in Disneyland, last year.
Last year I joined choir. It was a mixed choir, with everybody and their mothers in it, which made me sad because some people weren't there to sing, they were just there. The first chance I got, which happened to be at semester, I auditioned for Select Treble, and made it in. My first day they were talking about Disneyland, and it just so happened that Choral (the best choir since the Mormon Tabernacle Choir), Advanced Women's, Concert, and Select Treble were getting their funds ready for the debvestation of DISNEYLAND. Needless to say, having never been there and been a princess freak all my life, I used my birthday as an excuse to swindle money from my family and friends.
I scraped up enough to go, and man, was I excited to the max. There was a 16 hour bus drive to Anaheim, California, which is where the Heritage Festival was. The first thing we did was go to a mall to get some food. That sucked, cause 16 hours of little sleep and cramping does some damage to the image. Then we went to our hotel, which was AWESOME (first time ever staying in a hotel too) and finally, the beach. Wow, I had never seen the ocean before then, and let me tell you, it was really interesting looking. I swear, you can see the curvature of the earth. Anyways, I went in the ocean for the first time, and we ate some really good cold food provided by some random church. The next morning was the Heritage Festival, and my group got some high score, I don't remember, and then awards were being given away at DISNEYLAND!!! I about tinkled myself numerous times. My little Disneyland group consisted of band geeks, which consisted of Brooke (not a band geek, but friend of best friend), Scott, Abby, Kryssa, and Paola. The very first ride I went on was the Haunted Mansion. Creepy.
Then, the next day was full Disneyland. No one to tell us what to do or where to go or NUTHIN! So I went on Space Mountain with Brooke and Paola, and then Splash Mountain, then the Teacups, Then I chickened on the Tower of Terror which I regret, and right after I got a Fastpass to California Screamin', I just sat on a fountain and chilled, cause Brooke was taking a pee break, and I needed to calm my nerves before I willingly killed myself on a bad apple looking ride.
It was then that I saw Scott, who I didn't really know at the time, looking straight at me from across a stream of people. I thought nothing more of it. He then came to sit by me on the fountain, and I don't remember what was said, except that I said next to nothing. I used to be shy around boys. I had never even held anyone's hand. We then went to all go on the California Screamin', but guess what? I had misplaced my ticket, and when everyone was ahead, the lady just said, I'll let you go, this once. And then what did I do? I said NO THANKS and walked away like a fudgetard. Scott later remarked I couldn't handle it, which gives me a personal challenge to this day to ride it every chance I get next year.
Later that evening, we were walking around, and Abby started to hold hands with Scott (in a friendly way, I knew they weren't dating), and Abby told me to hold Scott's other hand. Of course, I did, and giggled a little inside knowing it was the first time I had ever held hands with a boy, and in Disneyland, of all places!
Somehow, the group split up, and Scott and I ended up together, alone. We were told to meet the rest of the group somewhere, but when Scott realized I didn't know where that meeting place was, he took me around the park a little bit, pretending the meeting place was here or there, only admitting to me just recently, a year later, that he was just stalling for more alone time. After a little walking, we sat down on a bench with flowerbeds behind it and he told me he liked me, hence the FLOWERBEDS HOPE!! For some reason, I didn't think he even liked me much and once the magic of Disneyland wore off, he would come to his senses. It was then time to go, and that concluded the last day of Disneyland.
When school started again, after spring break, Scott asked me out that morning. I was wearing white jeans, one of my best friend's shirts, and I felt invincible. The beginning was a little rough, and we've had rough patches that definitely ripped the skin off, but other than that, we are fine and dandy. Another spring break has passed by, marking almost (give or take a month or two) a year mark. Next year, we definitely plan on going on the Disneyland trip together and being attached at the hip. I'm extremely excited. For Disneyland, that is.
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