January-February 2009

Sometime in late January, Aristos came flying back.  I was on my way to work when I received a text from him asking if I worked that day because he hadn’t seen me in forever and had a dream about me the night before. As soon as my reply text went through, I saw him talking to one of the managers, broom and butler in hand. We, of course, weren’t scheduled to do the same thing, I was in concessions and he ushering. Throughout the work day, he would come to concessions and help me out which was a terrific excuse to flirt due to the running around like a chicken with your head cut off needed to run the concession stand. On one occasion however,  I actually didn’t mean to run into him and I apologized. He simply replied with “I don’t mind”. Later that day he proceeded to tell me about his dream which was rather short and very suggestive. He said we were on opposite ends of a hallway and I ran up and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around him, then he woke up.

There were about two weeks before my eighteenth birthday and I was planning on getting my belly button pierced but I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked Aristos to come with me. He replied with “That would be hot. I’d love to go.” The next two weeks passed without much of anything happening until the weekend before my birthday. The Friday before my birthday, one of my friends, Louie, threw me a birthday party to which I invited Aristos. Unfortunately he had to work until closing that night which meant he wasn’t getting of until around one. I also invited Blake who replied with, “ Sorry babe, I’m at work until three in the morning”, so neither of them were able to make it. The party was a blast, but it’s not what happened at the party that was great, it’s what happened the morning after.

“That may be all I need, in darkness she is all I see…” my phone was ringing and I was slightly mad that someone was texting me at six in the morning. I rolled off my bed and over to my computer chair where my phone sat, charging. The front of my phone read ARISTOS H. and my anger was quickly forgotten. I flipped open my phone and read the text message of a girl who’s crushing’s dream.  Aristos’ parents were out of town and he wanted me to come over before work and be his “cuddle buddy”. I quickly showered and told my mom that I was going to meet up with Emiliano before work for breakfast and left for Aristos’ house. I went up to the room he was in to find him laying in bed, shirtless with the covers all the way up. I took off my shoes and jacket and sat next to him. We started talking about random things and he eventually moved over on the bed to make room for me to lay down. We kept talking for awhile then we just stopped and looked at each other, his brown eyes making me melt. He slid his arm under me and drew me closer. We stayed centimeter away from each other, my eyes at his lips. I could see him curl his lips in and lick them, every passing second moving closer and closer to mine until our lips finally connected. His kisses were the best (until recently which is for much later) and we spent the rest of the morning kissing, cuddling and sleeping until work. While helping me in concessions, he would stay that extra second on my hand while passing things back and forth and would always brush up against me. The next day I found out he broke up with his girlfriend. That Wednesday was my birthday and he picked me up from school to get my belly button pierced. While we were waiting, he kept saying I was going to cry – I didn’t, it just hurt really bad. He also said he couldn’t feel his hand by the time the piercing was over because I was squeezing it so hard. On the way out he called work and told them he would be late because he still had to take me home. My dad was pulling out of the drive way when we pulled up to go get seafood for my birthday dinner. We parked in the driveway and went to my dad’s truck window to say hi. Aristos said sir and gave a firm handsake which gave my dad a good first impression. I showed my dad my belly and he asked if Aristos would like to stay for dinner and left for the store. Then, we went inside so he could meet my mom, which pretty much went the same way as my dad’s greeting. I gave him a hug and he left for work.

A few minutes later, my mom asked, “Is he mixed? I never would’ve noticed if we didn’t live here.”

I told her I thought he looked black despite how light he looked, he still had the black kind of hair and features. After my birthday we started to talk less and less and he got a new girlfriend about a month later.