That night, there is a rock show, whichMichael and I attend. We're seated and the show is starting. He putshis arm around me, and I tense up. He rubs my back, and I almostfreak out. He tries to hold my hand, and I pull it away. I didn'twatch any of the show.

After that, we hang out a bit. Hetalks. I unintentionally tune him out. Then he walks me to my roomand asks for my phone number. I give it to him.

"Bye"

"Bye"

We hug goodbye.

So after that, Michael gets off of theship, and, because I have crazy parents, I stay on the ship.Everywhere that week, I imagine him walking around a corner nearby,or being the one to walk into a room when a door opens. I cry. I misshim.

A couple days after I get off theship, I receive a text message from Michael's sister, saying,"Michael wants your email address."

I quickly respond, and send her myemail. Then I wait and I wait and I wait. Then he emails me. Andahahhfhlsdurioasfnaksluroaiesjfnsdfkjaioejl.

 So I'm not allowed to date until Iturn 16, and, well, I'm 15. So we're just friends, but I like him andhe likes me. But I want to give it a shot.