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Okay, so I'm just gonna wrap this thing up from here, since it's been so ungodly long from an update or whatever that it's not worth starting from where I stopped....

So, I broke up with my girlfriend at the end of the school year because I was just totally sick of her shit, and eventually (you probably guessed it) totally fell in love with Hayden over the summer. Although during the last week of school I had decided to try my best to just move on from him and take a break from relationships for a while, he was all I could literally think about. I texted him a lot, and he seemed to actually enjoy texting me, which felt really nice. I never saw him, except for one day I drove past his house and saw him shooting hoops in his front driveway. As soon as I saw him, damn, did I get the chills. It was crazy! From then on all I (still) wanted was him.

I even built up the strength to tell him how he helped me survive the year. The text was very lengthy and descriptive, because I wanted to tell him everything. How he helped and how much he means to me. When I sent it I thought I was going to die of nerves; what was he going to think of me?! But, in the end, he never replied....

Then school started again. The first day of school was interesting, especially zero hour band, Symphonic Winds. Everyone got their instruments out and Mr. Hoehn said we could sit whereever we wanted; being me, I felt very ignored and unappreciated from my section this year, since Marcos wasn't here with me. They never talked to me, and were frankly assholes a majority of the time. Not Hayden though, of course. At first I sat in the very front, next to a Clarinet player. But I figured that since everyone else was sitting in their sections and I was the odd one out, I should do the same. 

The only spot that I could conveniently get to was a chair right beside Hayden.

I got really nervous, but ended up just building up the balls to stand up and go sit next to him. As soon as my butt hit the seat, he turned to me and said "Hello!" and, of course my heart immediately started racing. I barely whispered a "Hi" before he turned to face forward again. I thought, Oh god, did he ever read the text I sent him last?!....

The day overall went well, and I was really excited to be back to school; especially to be back to band!

Fastfoward a few ten or so days, and my older sister and I went to a Football pepband event at my high school. It was a lot of fun, and I'm pretty sure my school's team lost (we always lose) so that doesn't really matter. Afterwards, we both went up to the band room to put our instruments away and then went down to the main entrance to wait for my older brother to pick us up. We walked out, and were immediately greeted by my friend Auston, along with many other screaming and wrathing individuals running our way. I had no idea who these people were, and it was really...weird, and they came off as rude at first. We followed them though after they all calmed down, and started to talk. Since I was with my friend Auston, I thought hey, might as well spend time with these guys before I have to leave? It wouldn't hurt a bit.

We all made it to the flagpole at the sidewalks, and conversed in the light provided by the streetlamp. I could tell these guys were Freshman because I'd never seen them before--not even once around school! They were pretty enthusiastic with me, and every single one of them (all, psh, 4 of them) gave me a hug at least 3 times each. I was okay with that since I never got hugs from anyone else, and these guys seemed pretty cool after a while!

But, one guy in particular stuck out to me. He was tall, and very skinny. He wore a blue stripped sweatshirt and dark-wash jeans, with fair blonde hair and gorgeos eyes. His name was Austin (Austion #2 I liked to personally call him). For some reason I felt an extreme connection between us, and I knew, somehow, that I had to have him. I forgot about Hayden completely. In the back of my mind however, I couldn't help but think that there's no point in getting a crush on this boy, he's not going to like me anyways.

Because nobody ever did.

He was the first one to leave that night, and when he did he hugged me and accidentally called me "Jenna", not "Gina". I poitely corrected him, and it made me giggle; I thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

Despite that, my mind wouldn't stop thinking about him. At last, I finally saw him in the hall while on my way to Geometry. It turns out that his math class was directly across from mine, and I had no idea this entire time! It was such an awesome feeling, holy crap.

I ended up talking to him, and we became really close friends. I actually had the balls to ask him for his number, too! I had never done that before... Plus, Homecoming was coming up. I couldn't help but feel tempted to ask him, although its a guys-ask-girls-dance. Psh, screw "rules"! Besides, I had heard rumors from Auston that Austin really really wanted to ask me, too...

The day I was planning on asking him however, one of his friends that I did not feel particularly comfortable attending a dance to asked me. He acted really childish, with his friends having to drag him over to my table during my lunch period to ask me. I resorted to saying that I didn't feel comfortable going to a dance with someone I don't know much about--which was the truth.

One night I got a text from Austin, asking if he and his friends could stop over at my house for a bit. I replied "of course!" and they arrived 15 minutes later. It was dark, around 6 PM or so, and they all came on their bikes. It was sprinkling out, so we were all wearing our hoods on our heads. We talked for a while, laughing and being rather loud and obnoxious considering what time of night it was.

At one point, Austin got my attention and told me he had something to ask of me. For some reason I knew he was going to ask.

"Will you go to Homec--"

"OF COURSE!!" I squealed, interrupting him, as I ran up and wrapped my arms around his waist.

For the rest of the night, I felt like I was high on life, on happiness, on the fact that holy-crap-this-guy-that-I-have-a-crush-on-actually-most-likely-likes-me-back. We cuddled, hugging in the rain while his friends teased us to kiss in front of them. We didn't feel particiularly comfortable--and I for sure did not want my first kiss to be in front of these guys--so we just laughed it off.

This...This has never happened before! Holy crap!

Days after that, we confessed to each other that we obviously had feelings for one another, so why not try being in a relationship? It was by far one of the best things to ever happen to me. An actual relationship. I thought it would never happen. I felt on top of the world.

Homecoming a week later was amazing. I wore a one-shoulder cream-colored dress that was just above the knee, and he wore a gorgeous black tux with a blue tie. I went over to his house to take pictures and then my mom dropped us off at Outback Steakhouse, where Austin paid with money his parents gave him--over $150! After we ate, we went ver to my house so he could meet my dad--which I was super nervous about, but it ended up going really well. Last, we finally made it to the high school for the dance at 8 PM.

During the dance we met up with my friends and his friends--who were now considered my friends, as well--and we all danced and goofed around and stuff. It was a lot of fun for a while, and then we all dispersed, my friends going elsewhere, leaving Austin and I to have a little alone time. We took pictures--which turned out kind of crappy, because the picture-taking-people totally posed us wrong--and we shared a diet cherri pepsi we got from the vending machine. Ha, I thought, Indirect kiss...

After that we went back into the cafeteria where the dance was being held, and slow-danced for a while they actually played slow songs. I remember we danced to If I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars, and as we swayed back and forth to the music, one of my hands around his neck and the other having a firm grip on his suit jacket, I felt amazing. I felt like a princess. How could this night get any better? 

The slow songs eventually stopped, but we continued to slow dance, my head buried in his chest. I didn't want this to end, it was too perfect. And I'm pretty sure he thought the same way. Suddenly, I lost my balance, trying to get my footing back. I blushed, slightly embarrassed and whispered an apologize. When I looked up, without being able to register what was happening, he kissed me.

It was very fast, and didn't even last for a second. At least I don't think it did. But I know that as soon as it was over all I could do was bury my face in his neck, a million thoughts milling about in my mind. Did that seriously just happen? Oh my gosh. HE KISSED ME! I just had my first kiss. Holy. Crap. What do I do now? I'm too scared to kiss him back. I've never made a first move before...

The rest of the night was spent resting our feet, sitting at one of the far walls of the cafeteria. I layed my head on his shoulder, and debated long and hard on whether or not I had the balls to kiss him again, but I was just too nervous. I nearly did it so many times, but I kept chickening out. Over and over and over.

That night was probably the best night of my life, I'd have to say. It was perfect. It was spent with a perfect person, on a perfect evening, in perfect atire. Our relationship grew and grew so much from that night, and I always felt and still feel like he is the perfect person for me. We're best friends. We tell each other anything and everything. We laugh so hard together and we have the same exact humor, teasing each other every chance we get. I swear he is the best thing to ever happen to me.

Real-life relationships are the way to go, personally. Internet relationships may last for a while, but they certainly don't last forever. They're nice certainly, if you really have feelings for the person. But once those feelings fade it's just not worth it anymore. Real relationships have so much more intensity to them; you get to learn so much more about your significant other. You get to fall in love completely, and I truly believe that I have. In a perfect way that will never fade, with however many years may pass. Austin is perfect for me, and I am perfect for Austin.