if you are actually been interested in my little dumb real love story thing, most of it is some background info and now i'm picking up after dec.of that year when i asked my brother if he liked me. now it's feb. of the next year in 8th grade- 2007.
February was approaching. By now, I've gotten more comfortable where I can bug Marcus around, and my crush was getting bigger and bigger. Like when a snowball rolls down the hill, though of course the snowball has to crash into something and explode eventually.And my secret was getting harder to keep.
I was getting excited for Valentine's Day; I thought Jerry would get me something. Or I thought about sending him a secret admirer letter in the mail.
At the end of February, I fell asleep on a Saturday night hoping the next Sunday would be amazing.
It started out fine. I was to nervous to eat breakfast again, and I'd watch to see their car arrive. When we were in openings. Lauren said to me, "Ha Ha you like Jerry". My only response was to make a face that read 'very funny'. Then I actually spoke my mind, "How'd you know?" She claimed, "Marcus told me".
I kind of brushed it off. I mean, it's Marcus. He's probably just mad because I don't like him. On the other hand, it was sort of weird...
At the end of the service, Lauren came up to me and said, " I told him".
"No you didn't".
"Yes. He said he already knew".
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I was 13. 2 years later I found out how you couldn't really trust Lauren Ashley Lucas.
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(back at 13)
After that slightly embarrassing news, I was doing fine. The next Saturday I wanted to show I could be strong and just go with the flow. However, after the next day at church, it was sort of hard to.
I went up to catechism class after service. When I got there, Lauren and my brother were up there for some reason. I sat down to do my memory work.Suddenly Lauren blurts out, "Ally, I can't believe you like Jerry!" I defensively said," No I don't!" Then everybody else said, "Yes,you do".
The only thing I regretted was not really standing up for myself. I just left to get a glass of water.
Strike 1.
Everything was happening so fast. Like the snowball was being pushed by someone as well. And I couldn' get out of the way fast enough.
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What was peculiar or at least just a little bit weird, was I only kept liking him. Half of the heartbreak in the end was just as my fault as it was anyone elses. Things after that we're bumpy. I was trying to ignore Joe's weird stuff with girls an still trying to win Jerry's heart. I quickly realize that this is how good it's going to get. I continued to be shy around him, but be generally crazy. I craved attention. It was like hanging out with Joe made me crazy and act stupid. I loved it. Who knows why.