I remember seeing him in high school. My attention gravitated to him because he was different. He wore a black leather coat that ran the length of his body. His inspiration from The Matrix and he hung out with the girls that I absolutely hated. Black spiked hair, a dog collar, and friends with my stupid step brother (whom we thought was dead the other day because he had a heart attack and was in the hospital unresponsive, and he's only 25). Now he had changed his life and was in plays at delta with Kyle and now was a good friend of mine. I like his new view on life better.

Truth is, I love his laugh. I mean his real laugh. How it sounds forced because it's short and aggressive. I love how I caught him looking at me frequently and his greenish eyes and how he calmly looks away like I hadn't actually caught him. How, in a noisy room, he'll text me even if he's right next to me, just so we can keep talking.

I shouldn't be thinking of him or even dreaming of him (twice in a row, really?) But when he constantly invites me out to bars to meet his friends (he invited Kyle too) and out to group gatherings in Saginaw (that I said no to because a bar is only fun with a boyfriend figure, inwhich he answered "what I'm not good enough?") AND texts me everyday and kind of a good thing because what am I going to text him? He asks a lot of questions about Alex as well.

Yeah I like him a little. But it's just a small thing. I like Dacy too but that's a small thing too. It's just a temporary crush and it'll pass in it's own due time. Alex will be here in a few days. Four sleeps to be exact. And he even booked an extra day at the double tree. We have a lot planned. After this visit it'll be five months before I see him again and that'll be when I go to England to meet his family for Christmas.