Cheyenne's Journal
12-16-11
It's finally Friday. I feel like last weekend was 2 years ago. At least I get to be with Baso tomorrow. I guess we're together now. People stare when I hold her hand, and she blushes, but I ignore it and kiss her in the middle of the lunch room.
Tomorrow, she's going to come to my house. I told her my mom doesn't know about us, and she's okay with that. I'm not really sure if I care what Mom thinks about my relationship. The only reason I don't want to tell her is that she would never let Baso spend the night.
Trevor wasn't at school today, which was weird, but good, i guess. I think he thinks I'm happy. Am I? Is he? I don't know anymore. I find happiness when I'm with Baso, but when I see him in our Auto-shop class, I can't do anything but stare at Mr. Clemens. I don't listen, just stare off into space, in my own world, trying to remember that I'm with Baso now. He's the one that let me go, so if he wanted me, he'd come back. I just have to get over it. Right?
Tomorrow, she's going to come to my house. I told her my mom doesn't know about us, and she's okay with that. I'm not really sure if I care what Mom thinks about my relationship. The only reason I don't want to tell her is that she would never let Baso spend the night.
Trevor wasn't at school today, which was weird, but good, i guess. I think he thinks I'm happy. Am I? Is he? I don't know anymore. I find happiness when I'm with Baso, but when I see him in our Auto-shop class, I can't do anything but stare at Mr. Clemens. I don't listen, just stare off into space, in my own world, trying to remember that I'm with Baso now. He's the one that let me go, so if he wanted me, he'd come back. I just have to get over it. Right?