"Ryann Don't go out with him. Please" "why?" "I can't say. Just please don't go out with him" "um. Okay mom. I don't like him anyways." Okay. Well maybe that's a lie. I kinda do like him. Why won't she tell me why though!? "is this because he got into that fight last year?" "I can't say why. It's against the law for me to tell you. I'm a teacher so I find things out." Yep. It's about the fight. He hates to fight though. He absolutely hates it. The only reason he got in that fight last year was because someone wouldn't leave his brother alone. The Freshman won against the senior. And the senior pressed charges. But eventually the charges were dropped. You know who that freshman was? It was Aaron. The one my mom was telling me not to go out with. "yeah I get that. Okay whatever." I checked my phone. NEW TEXT FROM: Aaron 11/5/11 6:56 p.m. Aaron: hey ryann. what's up? I replied Nothing much. Wbu? And the conversation continued like any other. For about an hour then. It ended with the usual gtg and what not. That night I realized something. That because I wasn't allowed to date him. I liked him even more.
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You see. Aaron wasn't the bad boy type. AT ALL. He was a good kid. He just got into a fight once or twice in his life. But he has always been a good kid. He played football. And basketball. And baseball. And ran track. He loved sports. He was 16 and I was 15. We had known each other since the sixth grade. We are now sophomores in high school. He had blue eyes that could hypnotize. And dark brown hair. Cut short like Justin Biebers on his under the missile toe album cover. he was tall and muscular. And his voice was The most amazing thing I have ever herd. Overall. He was hot. I had never liked him more than friends before. But since the end of summer. When we went to the beach house with friends. I had liked him. More and more each day. We were pretty close. We had at least one class together every year since sixth. Sometimes even two. And every year we got closer. We were best friends. And my mother hated that.
Sorry. This one is kinda boring. But I needed to explain some things. Might update once more tonight.