~*~ Chapter 7 ~*~
The day came when I had to travel. A family trip. I had agreed to that trip almost a month before meeting Josh. So I couldn’t just not go. My wish was that I could, but being that a family thing and me loving my twin cousins that were going to this trip, I couldn’t say no. So I went.
I knew things would be horrible. I’d be there with no computer to talk to Josh and as I told you already, I was completely addicted to him by that time.
And as predicted, it indeed was horrible. I’d spent the entire day at the beach thinking I’d rather be locked in a room with a computer than being there.
You see, I hate beaches. All that sand and salty water. And the sun! Urgh! Just hate it! But once again, I concentrated on one thought: “It’s your family. It’s your family!”
But my communication with him during those days was easier than I thought it would be. I think it was on the first day already, I sent him a cell phone message. He quickly replied saying he missed chatting with me too. Later on that trip I found a Lan House and paid to get online for an hour every day, we kept exchanging cell phone messages and I called him a few times too. I think the relationship started to get more “serious” while I was there, because it was then that I lost my shyness and started calling him more.
And he kept the cute things while I was there. One day, while I was online chatting with him, he sent me a print screen of his desktop. I couldn’t believe it, but there it was. One of my pictures. It was the background of his computer desktop. I looked around and hoped the dozens of teenagers around me hadn’t seen the tears daring to fall from my eyes.
I couldn’t tell if he was doing that on purpose, trying to make me fall for him, or if he actually liked me the way I liked him and put the damn picture there because he wanted to look at me more often. I sure hoped for the last one. We women always do.
The New Year’s Eve came and I couldn’t not call him. It was midnight and I tried desperately to call him. All phone companies were terrible, too many people trying to use their phone lines. But the call finally got through and we talked briefly. I was there, calling him, in the middle of the street, people screaming and celebrating next to me, a holiday vibe all around me and me there, just wanting to hear his voice as I couldn’t be next to him. It was the next best thing I could get: to hear his voice. He said he wished he had a white horse to come and get me.
Another thing for you guys to write down on that notebook of yours. That was a silly thing to say that makes girls fall for guys. You can use that one. It works. My case proofs that.
I went to a party after the phone call. I tried to enjoy myself there, get his face and his voice out of my mind. I can’t say it worked too well.
Here we have this… Ahm… Superstition, I think you may call it, that, if you kiss a guy during a New Year’s Eve Party, you’ll kiss him for the rest of the year. I didn’t believe it at all. So I kissed 3 days at that party. But the thing I could not believe was that, after I kissed the very first guy, I asked for his name and he just said it, just like that: Joshua.
There. I smiled, looked down, shook my head and asked him: “You’re
kidding, right? My friend talked to you, right?” (I was at the party
with a friend that knew the whole Joshua story and I thought she had asked
him to tell me his name was Joshua). He looked at me puzzled, of course. I
don’t know why, but I thought it meant good luck. That it was some sign
that I wasn’t gonna be kissing THAT Joshua for the rest of the year,
but I was gonna spend it kissing A Joshua.
Hope… Tricky thing.
So, the trip came to an end. I liked the trip. It was fun, I had a great time with my uncle, aunt and cousins, but I couldn’t wait to get home and get online and talk to him for as long as I wanted, without paying so much for it.
~*~ Chapter 6 ~*~
~*~ Chapter 8 ~*~
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