I warn you now, I'm sort of a writer...
But this is a fairly...momentous story of my life so far.
My life's been rather boring... :P
But I've decided to share it with you.
There was this girl.
I'm fairly confident that she, or any of her, or my friends will be reading this, so I'll disclose her first name :P
anywayz.
There's this girl...
Named Kelly.
She was a friend of mine, and she'd been dating this guy named Sam, who's also a friend, for 15 months, before, out of the blue, he dumps her, at about this exact time last year (early september, 07)
I decide to do the good thing, and help Kelly get through it, because, she was in pieces, somewhat. She would tell me about her problems, I'd listen, give advice and help out, etc. Sometimes, I would tell her some of my stories to make hers not look so bad.
(Mother abusing brothers, kicked mother out of home, current raging divorce between parents, etc)
It wasn't so tough on me though, mainly my younger brothers.
Kelly's problems inevitably began to die down, whereas mine started to do quite the opposite. They started piling up, the shit started to hit the fan serious time in my family, and I found that Kelly was the only person I could talk too.
Two months, it worked like this, and she rapidly became one of my best friends, but then...I sorta started to form feelings for her.
(*plays dramatic music*)
I, being the person that I am, made it fairly known. I spoke to her about it, and at that point, she said that she wouldn't want to 'riskt he friendship'.
At this point, I was like...her fifth, maybe six best friend (myspace list wise :P)
Whereas she was my first, dramatically.
So we both finished school last year, and, here in Queensland, Australia, we have this thing called schoolies...I'm not sure how...international it is, so I'll briefly explain it.
All the people that finish school go to the coast and just party for a full, hard week, in short.
Anyways, Kelly went to this coast that's just north of the main...party beach, whereas I had to work for the family business :|
I was invited, for a night, to go to the apartment Kelly was staying at.
Now, if I hadn't been working at a family business, i could have just called in sick the following day, but being so, my father decided to make me decide between Schoolies and work.
Let's just say I didn't choose work :P
So I blew off my family, and my job, in one hit, to spend one night at this apartment. I arrived there fairly late, after an hour and a half of driving, at about 10.
and I find myself in this apartment filled with smashed girls, all 17(ish), (Kelly and her friends), and all of them trying to hook up with these atrocious looking guys from this other apartment.
At this point in time, i wasn't much of a drinker, and sort of instantly became the guardian angel, somewhat, to 10 or so girls.
I was cleaning up vomit, spilt drinks, and preventing the girls from doing something, or someone, they would definitely regret in the morning.
As things died down, we were finding our places to sleep, etc etc. To cut that short, i hooked up with her.
From then on, we'd be what you'd call, 'friends with benefits'.
For some reason, the rest of my week had cleared up, what with work not being an issue or anything any more, and the girls of the apartment invited me to stay another night, since I'd looked after them so well the previous night.
I was more than happy to accept that invitation.
Later in the day, another one of Kelly's friends shows up. This guy called Jye.
Who's...not straight...
I don't think he was full gay though.
Anyways, Kelly and Jye had hooked up in the past, and when she blew me off completely to go with Jye down to the beach (at...like, 9pm...), I was feeling kind of cut.
Now, I'll quickly establish with you faithful readers that when I get tired, like...excessively, I lose control of my imagination.
To make you understand that comment, I'll explain;
when I was 2, I had two diseases.
Kawasaki Disease and Meningitis and, for some reason or other, the only way I was scarred was mentally.
when, before, I'd been a bright, happy child, I was depressed. All the time.
This remained until i was about 15...
where...I suddenly flicked to optimistic, bright, happy. If anything, I'd implemented my imagination upon reality.
I.E. I started imagining everything was alright.
so, back to the story; I was tired. I lost my eagerness to uphold my optimism. I became depressed. Very quickly, very severely.
After two hours of sitting in the hallway at the apartment, I decided to grab my bags, and leave.
Now, being very tired, and very late already, I wasn't prepared to drive the hour and a half home, so I slept in my car, waiting 'til morning, then grabbing a spare key, from a reception, to my grandparents gettaway unit thing, and sleeping a crazy 19 hours in one day.
This is...Only the beginning, but I want to see if people are actually...reading this, so I'll continue if I get some feedback.
^.^
Rion