A boy I had met (part 2)

This boy and I would talk every night. Mostly online. We would sit there till 4 in the morning chit chatting about nothing and everything all at the same time. To this day I remember the sweet little things he would tell me. Things that really wouldn’t matter or you wouldn’t even pick up on if I haven’t had this thing. This feeling for him. The best way I could explain it to you is I really can’t explain it and you wouldn’t understand. He would tell me how he really enjoyed talking to me. That I wasn’t like most girls he would talk to who would just tell him how hot he was and talked about less important things. It was then I learned this boy had a deep soul and a hard past. Now don’t get me wrong here. He wasn’t a stiff and we did joke around a lot. It wasn’t all so serious. He was one of the very few people in my life that actually made me LOL over the internet.

We had actually talked for months before meeting for the 1^st time. He had given me his address as soon as he did I went to good old map quest to see just how far he did live from me. By the way I’m a idiot when it comes to directions and would be lost without map quest. My friend had tried to explain it to me but I just couldn’t picture where she was trying to take me in my head. So that’s when me and her jumped in the car for a little road trip. Once I saw where she was taking me I thought how stupid I was for not knowing where this was when she explained it. I had my hair tied back and my big Nichole Richie sunglasses on incase he would be outside I didn’t want him to see me. But really what are the odds he’d be outside when we drove by right?

So as she turned onto the street I was still really nervous! As we both looked for the house number trying to keep the car at a normal steady pace and not look like the creepers we were being. We were getting closer to the house number and had finally figure out it would be on my side. As we got closer it felt like my stomach was eating away at itself and my palms started to sweat. I didn’t want to look but as I glanced over there he was! Sitting on the porch. Thank God he didn’t see me but the image of seeing him for the 1^st time in person is burned in my memories even if it was for 5 sec and I was passing by in the car. He sat on the 1^st step out of 3 that was in front of his house. His feet flat on the last step. His right elbow was resting on his left knee and his hand covering his mouth looking to the left of him. His hair had fell into his face covering most of his right eye. While his other hand wrapped around resting almost across his stomach but laid across his lap. He wore jeans that day with a darker color button down shirt with a black shirt underneath popping through the 1^st 3 buttons on his button down.

I think I had held my breath the whole way I was on his street. I’m sure now looking back why I was so nervous. Its not like he saw me. I had wanted to go back but I knew we couldn’t. We would probably get caught since the street wasn’t long to begin and had practically no traffic. But I had at least known my destination.

Part 3 coming soon…… :]