"L" Is for "Love"

"A" is for "Accent"

When I first met you, we were eating dinner at an Italian restaurant. Seperately, of course, since we didn't know each other. The waiter had an Italian accent, and every time he came over, you seemed to develop one on your own. The boy I was on a date with was muttering about how immature and disrespectful it was. Honestly, I agreed.

"I-a really like-a it here-a," you said to the waiter. He made a face and handed you the bill. AJ, the boy you were with (I knew him from school), muttered an apology when you weren't paying attention. You paid the bill and left no tip for the tolerant waiter.

"How rude," Taylor, the boy I was with, said.

You got up and left, but I was still sort of interested in you even after the scene. You were dressed in a tuxedo, as was AJ. I figured he was taking you to Homecoming, the same place Taylor and I were going.

"B" is for "Ballerina"

Lo and behold, you were headed to Homecoming. I felt guilty purposely keeping an angle to keep you in eyeshot, but you were so damn entrancing. You moved clumsily, but looked like an angel. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.

You ran into someone and bellowed, "Watch it!"

The redheaded girl furrowed her brow and moved away with her date. You continued dancing as though you were drunk. I wasn't entirely sure that you weren't. But it was cute. You you were cute.

"It's time to announce the Homecoming King and Queen!" said Principal Dalworthy into the loudspeaker. Everyone moved away from the red carpet in the middle and you were right behind me. I could feel your eyes.

"The Homecoming Queen is..." Hannah Morrisey began as she opened the envelope on the small makeshift stage, "Madison Guildstein!"

People clapped, booed, wolf whistled, yelled profanities, and whatever else crowds do. The mixed reaction wasn't a surprise to anyone. She had an equal amount of friends and enemies. These things were rigged anyway.

"And the Homecoming King is..." Hannah began again, opening the envelope, "Kevin Lesnar!"

The same reaction began, and the couple made their way to the stage. Music began to play for them, and you began to dance.

"Quit dancing!" AJ hissed.

"What the hell are you doing, this is for the King and Queen!" Nancy Rohr yelled.

"Yeah well I'm a mother-fucking ballerina. I'll do what I want."

I smiled a little.

"C" is for "Corinary"

Taylor eventually ditched me for a girl named Amber. She was prettier, and I think he was more into girls anyway. I didn't mind much, because I found you to be alone, too. I made my way over, nervously, I might add.

"Hey, I'm Spencer."

"William," you said, uninterestedly.

"So are you with AJ or what?"

"Obviously not at the moment."

"Well why not?" I said, genuinely interested.

"He had to have a smoke."

"Can I have a dance?"

"I don't think you can own a dance."

"You know what I mean."

"I guess," you said with a sigh, and reluctantly followed me onto the dance floor. I felt a little sad you really didn't want to dance with me, but I felt better when you loosened up.

Principal Dalworthy walked by and glared. He took his hands and seperated us by about four inches.

"Don't dance so close! This is a school function!"

You glared and got even closer than before, "How about I give him head right here and right now? Then you can throw a corinary."

"D" is for "Dick"

After the dance, AJ and Taylor never came back for either of us. Taylor went to a party with Amber, and AJ went to another post-Homecoming dance. I learned a lot about you. Apparentally you went to Barrington High and just came with AJ as a friend. You didn't have a ride and Barrington Heights was an hour drive, so you decided just to stay with me, even though we hardly knew each other.

"So you've learned all about me. What about you?"

I shrugged, "I come to this school. I want to be a lawyer and go to Harvard, but I doubt that happens. I play drums, and I don't know what else. I'm not that interesting."

"Hmm...what about a person question?"

"Shoot."

"How big is your dick?"

I coughed, "My what?"

"Your dick. Your cock. Your manhood. Whatever you call it."

"It's uh...well..."

"Mine's seven and a half."

I blushed, "O-oh. G-good to know."

"So?"

I mumbled the answer incoherently.

"Fine. Be that way. I'll just find out for myself."

I looked at you funny, unsure what you meant by that.

"E" is for "Erection"

I found out what you meant by that. When we were watching a movie at my house later that night, and we were both under the blanket, you decided just to reach in my pants and take a feel. My eyes bulged as the blood started rushing south.

You cocked an eyebrow and felt around before pulling your hand back out.

"About seven."

"W-what was that for?"

"Could've just told me earlier," you said, shrugged, and continued eating popcorn as you turned your attention back to the movie.

"F" is for "Fail"

I didn't forget about it, but I put the copping-a-feel thing in the back of my mind as I picked another DVD. You were in the kitchen going through my cupboards. It was nearly two in the morning and I still wasn't tired. You were far too interesting.

You removed all four different flavor chips from the cupboard and found four extremely large bowls. You dumped the entire bags, but when you got the last one, you weren't paying attention and the bowl was too close to the edge of the counter.

CRASH!

"I fail," you stated, shaking your head, as I came to the kitchen to see what all the commotion was. I heard movement upstairs and realized you probably woke my mom up. The movement stopped and I sighed.

"It's fine. I'll clean it up."

"I'll help," you said, and we started cleaning up the mess.

"G" is for "Giraffe"

The movie we were watching had a scene in a zoo. When the giraffe showed up onscreen, you paused the movie and turned to me, "I don't get giraffes."

"What?"

"They just don't make sense. They have these big gigantic necks--"

"Those are to eat."

"Yeah but they live among other animals that eat other things. Why do they have to have the stuff all the way up there? It makes no sense."

"I guess you have a point," I said. In a way you did, but really it was more so because it was too late to argue.

"As always," you said smugly, and played the movie.

"H" is for "Hangover"

Two months later, you had gotten me to loosen up a little. We went to a party together, and I went to your house so that my mom didn't yell at me.

I remember coming home, and then nothing else.

When I woke up the next morning, my head hurt worse than anything ever hurt in my life. I felt the urge to throw up so I raced to your bathroom. I began purging the night's prior intoxication. When I felt finished, I walked down the stairs, woozily, and found you perched happily on the couch, watching television, sipping coffee.

"Lightweight," you said with a smirk.

I ran back upstairs to vomit again.

"I" is for "Intuition"

I'm definitely the smartest out of you and I. I know more about everything. I take more difficult classes, and I actually pass those difficult classes.

However, you still seem to have to be a smartass.

"You know I feel all happy right now," you stated as you sipped your tequila.

"Actually alcohol is a depressant. The serotonin--"

"Alcohol is an anti-depressant," you said, falsely.

"No. It makes you feel happy because you lack serotonin which--"

"I am happy!"

I sighed. There was no winning with you. But somehow, I still couldn't help but fall for you.

"J" is for "J-Walking"

I had known you for about six months. We did everything together. Even though you lived an hour away, I drove to your house or vice versa every weekend, and during the week on days I didn't have too much homework to do. So naturally, when the new "horror of the year" came to movie theaters, we had to see it.

The busy streets of Barrington Heights were buzzing with traffic. You looked both ways and apparentally you need your vision checked.

The light was green and a bus missed you by inches, but that's only because I pulled you backward.

"William! You can't J-walk!"

"I totally didn't see that bus!"

"You totally weren't paying attention! The light was green!"

"So, I didn't see--"

"But that bus was coming!"

You shook your head, and the light turned red. I pulled you across the street before you actually got hit by a bus.

"K" is for "Kissing"

So that horror movie definitely was the most gruesome thing I'd seen in my life. I was cringing every two seconds as you chomped at your popcorn happily. I clung to you more than once.

"Spenc, come on! It's the good part!" you hissed.

"It's disgusting," I murmured.

"Are you scared?" you asked, amused smirk playing at your face.

I glared and you smiled.

"You're cute," you said, scrunching your nose.

I blushed, "Not really."

You kissed my forehead, "Yes huh."

I shook my head, "Nuh-uh."

You kissed my nose, "Yes-huh."

I shook my head, heart pounding pretty fast, "Nuh-uh."

You kissed my lips and lingered for a moment. I kissed back only for a moment before you pulled and scrunched your nose again, "Yes-huh."

You always have to have it your way. But I would have you no other way.

"L" is for "Love"

The movie theater incident didn't cause any tension like I thought it would have. We acted exactly the same, except make a little bit more intimate. We held hands more often, but we weren't extremely lovey-dovey and disgusting. We were intimate on a steady, healthy level.

"You know, we need to talk about something," you said as we made our way through the mall.

"Yeah?" I said as you slipped your hand into mine.

"Yeah."

"Well what?"

"Hm. Well. I love you, Spenc."

I blinked. I hadn't expected that. God knows I loved you too but how you said it so easily, I'll never know. I sounded like a moron when I said it back.

"I-I-I l-love y-you, t-too," I replied, smiling weakly.

You rolled your eyes. "You're too shy, dear. Let's get Chi-uh-nese," you said, pulling a Chinese accent.

"M" is for "Mall Cops"

I am, as we both know, a goody-two-shoes. The thought of getting arrested scared me.

You wanted me to face my fears.

After getting Chinese food, you smirked and pulled me over to the wishing fountain. We sat on the edge as little children tossed coins in, accompanied by parents and grandparents. You kissed me and I kissed back. There was nothing wrong with a little PDA.

You took it too far.

With a million little children and senior citizens watching, you started undoing my belt buckle. You were sneaky though. I didn't feel that.

But I did feel you reach in my pants.

"What's going on here?" a cop demanded.

You smiled innocently, "Nothing, officer." You batted your eyelashes as you removed your hand.

Needless to say, we're never allowed in Barrington Heights Mall again.

"N" is for "Nostalgic"

Somehow, you got a hold of a bunch of old photo albums from when I was little. You went through all of them, and took a bunch of pictures of me when I was younger. You framed them and put them all over your room. You even took the recent wallet sizes and put them in your wallet. I knew you just wanted to bother me. You know how much I hate pictures.

You forced me to go through the photo albums and explain everything.

"That was my first car," I said, showing him the blue junker in all it's glory, "I miss that car. It broke down in the first month I owned it."

He turned the page to a picture of a girl and I kissing.

"Oh who is this?"

I made a face, "Angela Nubecker."

"I didn't know you liked girls."

"I don't. Kind of a in-the-closet thing I guess. Enough with all of this. I'm getting queasy from an overload of nostalgia."

"O" is for "Ordinary"

You aren't ordinary. This is nothing new to anyone. I am extremely ordinary, though. You seem to enjoy that. Maybe everything balances out that way. We come out in the middle so we're not too boring, but we're not too insane, either. We're a fun couple. Really, we are.

"You're so boring," you muttered as I refused to go trick-or-treating with you.

"It's nine at night. I have no costume. Oh yeah, and we're eighteen years old! Come on."

"So! It could be fun!"

"People'd call the cops!"

"So! It'd be more fun then!"

"Sorry for being normal and not wanting to get arrested for scaring little children."

"You can't get arrested for that."

"I think you can. It's like disturbing the peace or something."

You pouted, "You're like. Boring.

"You're like. A crackhead."

You pouted even more, "Fine!"

"P" is for "Parents"

"We're having dinner with your parents tonight," you said as we walked down the sidewalk.

I stopped dead in my tracks, "What?"

"Your mommy and daddy. We're eating food with them. At your house. At six."

"But...why?"

"Don't you want to tell them about us?" you asked, pout on your face.

"Well yeah, but, can't we wait til I move out?"

"You're moving in with me in two days. So you deal with them for two days. How bad can it be?"

You had no idea.

My ears almost bled from the screaming.

But I love you, and it was worth it.

"Q" is for "Queen"

"I wonder what it would be like to be Queen of England," you said, sighing. I furrowed my brow and looked up from my magazine.

"That was random."

"No, just imagine it. Wouldn't it be great?"

"She has no power. She just waves at people and wears jewels."

"And gets like millions of dollars!"

"She wouldn't get dollars. She'd get pounds. Pounds are the British currency."

"Yeah but she'd be rich, right?"

I nodded, "Yes, William."

As dumb as you were, I couldn't help but love you. And I'll always love you. I know that now.

"R" is for "Roller Coaster"

I absolutely hate roller coasters. The freak the fuck out of me. However, you love them. You hate going on them alone or with a stranger, so I was dragged against my will onto the steel demon.

You kicked your feet in excitement after the guy put our safety bar on. I breathed in and out, scared to death. You simply smiled happily at me and continued kicking your feet, going on about how great it was going to be.

The coaster began and I started to get more nervous by the second. The chain caught and we began to go up, up, up.

I have no idea how high we were, but it was fucking high.

You grinned as the front cart started going downward. Then we shot downward at probably a hundred miles an hour. We did a corkscrew. One corkscrew. Two corkscrew.

Then, we went up again, and down again, loop-de-loop, corkscrew, upward, downward, upside-down.

The ride ended and the guy undid our bar. You started rambling excitedly about how you wanted to go again.

I threw up in the trash can next to the exit.

"S" is for "Sex"

I had never, ever had sex with anyone before you. Even though we constantly groped each other, we didn't have sex until we were together for about a year and a half. I couldn't imagine you being a virgin, that's why I was completely shocked when you conveyed to me that you were.

"I-I want this to be good for you, Spency. I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, settling with your fingers inside of me.

"I...don't know how to get this right. I don't want to hurt you."

"I expect it to hurt, so don't worry about it."

"I...I'll try to make it not hurt."

I nodded, "Go ahead."

And it didn't hurt. Not one bit.

"T" is for "Television"

You watch way too much television. It turns you into a hypochondriac. Episode after episode of cooking shows and medical dramas make you believe you're constantly have salmonella poisoning.

"My stomach hurts, Spency," you pouted.

I kissed your lips, "Drink some fluid."

"I think I have salmonella. You should take me to the hospital."

"This would be the third time you had salmonella this month. I took you the last two times and nothing was wrong with you."

"But I really have it! Maybe they just didn't notice!"

I shook my head and made a mental note to cancel our cable.

"U" is for "Ugly

You seem to think everyone is ugly. People all over television, people on the streets, people in the mall (well malls we're actually allowed in). Everyone is ugly. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't announce it.

"Oh my God. That lady is fucking hideous."

"William!"

"What? She is."

The brunette woman turned and glared. I mouthed an apology and smacked your arm.

How do I live with you?

"V" is for "Vegas"

"Take me to Vegas," you begged for the thousandth time this week. You were holding me in your arms.

Every week you have a new obsession, but lately it's been travel. Every week for the past month you've wanted to go somewhere new. At first it was Rome, then it was Paris, then it was "that one place in India where they worship cows", and now it's Vegas.

"We can't afford it, Will."

You pouted and started kissing my bare back, trying to convince me with your sex appeal.

"But I'd love you forevers."

"You already love me forevers," I noted.

You sighed, "Yeah, but take me anyway?"

"W" is for "Watson"

You had this grand idea to hire a butler we couldn't afford. His name was Watson and he had a "cool fancy accent" so you couldn't resist.

For about a week, I was not aware Watson even existed. You set up a cot in the basement we never, ever went in, and he slept down there. When I went to work, Watson cleaned the house.

One day, I saw Watson.

"Who are you?"

"Watson, Master Smith."

I furrowed my eyebrow, "William!"

You looked to the floor. You knew you had to explain yourself.

"X" is for "X-Ray"

I took you ice skating. You begged and begged. I told you that you would break bones. You did. You fractured your wrist.

"Do X-Rays hurt?" you asked.

"No," I answered, "it's like getting your picture taken."

"But then why do people always moan and stuff when they get out?"

"Probably because they've broken something and that hurts."

"Hold my hand? The good one?"

I smiled and nodded, "Always."

The doctor tried to tell me no, but I was willing to risk radiation exposure for you.

"Y" is for "Yada-yada"

After watching too many Seinfeld episodes, you got a habit of saying "yada-yada".

I didn't realize "yada-yada" was a noun, verb, preposition, conjunction, adverb, adjective, pronoun, and interjection

"What's this gunk in the sink?"

"Well I was doing my hair and the gel spilled and yada-yada."

"So in other words, you expect me to clean it up?"

"I'll get to it later. I'll bleach it out and yada-yada. Just for you."

"Quit saying yada-yada."

"Yada-yada-yada," you mocked.

"Z" is for "Zip, Zero, Zilch"

The thing is, you do a million and one things that bother me. But you do a zillion and one things that make me fall in love with you all over again.

My point is, I would be nothing without you. Zip, zero, zilch.

I love you, William Beckett.