Last night... I had a dream about Skyler.

I seriously can't remember the last time I dreamt about him. It's been so long. So, because of this, I've been thinking about him more than usual today. Just another one of those days. A day will be normal, and then something comes up that reminds me SO MUCH of him, and it makes the rest of my day off balance because I end up reminiscing.


Anyway, the dream was odd. It really didn't have him in it, now that I think about it.

The first thing I remember is that my cellphone rang... or vibrated (no, it didn't in real life), so I flipped it open (the screen magically NOT broken. Yeah... I broke the screen) and there was a pic of Skyler. I was thinking it was weird how he hasn't changed the picture in so long (as if it was a Myspace pic) and how he got my number.

He had sent me a text message. It said something along the lines of "Hi. It's been awhile" and then said that he wanted to invite me to his birthday party on the 7th of June (Yes, I remember this even in my dreams. That is really his actual birthday. God, I am a lost case). And it probably said something about living in the Rockwood (that's the name, right?) apartments again. I remember wondering if it was the same apartment that he was in last time (12? Idk, I'm pretty sure it had a one in it, though), and if he even moved.

The dream seemed to go on like a part of my average day, except I kept thinking about Skyler. Then, when I was in the kitchen with my mom, I told her about the invite... with an odd feeling of Deja Vu....

And that's all I remember, really.

Oh God, the past two days have been.... MARVELOUS!

Yes, indeed.


Why?
Well, of course I'll tell you why.

Yesterday, I got TWO hugs from Tyler. It was also really cool yesterday, because after 6th, I was standing with Cassy and Chelsea and I KNOW that he is coming, but I was "occupying" myself by "fixing" the bow on my wrist. --Oh, Tyler discovered a while ago that if he touches/pokes my sides, I cringe/jump/scream or all the above-- Suddenly, Tyler pokes my sides, I scream, drop my book, and catch it a nano second later. Everyone said that it was awesome. Then I called Tyler evil.


Today I got THREE hugs from Tyler. Hell yeah!
The first was after first period. Then I gave him M&M's in a green tube. His fav color is green. I doubt he remembers my fav color. Anyway, then he said "This is awesome. I fucking love you." Yes, that's what he said. Then he said he felt bad for not having anything to give, and so I said that he has his hugs. "Yeah, my hugs are nice."
The next time I talked to him was after math (5th per), as usual. I can't remember what we were talking about really, but then I gave him a hug this time (last time was the other way around), and he said to meet with him at the usual corner at the end of school so he can say bye.
After he said that, my heart went into overdrive. It didn't slow down until the bell rang the next time, when I was in art.

The pep assembly was awesome. The "12 Days Of Christmas" the teacher version, was absolutely hilarious. More so than freshman year. Because they didn't do it last year, did they?
In order, it was Mrs. Lewallen, Mr. Ball, Mr. Hajek, Mr. Stanton, Mr. Isaacson, Mr. Reid, Ms. Santos, Mr. Blaesing, Mrs. Nicholas (or however you spell it), Ms. Buchanan, some teacher, and Mr. Stavney. Anyway, it was AWESOME.

Afterwards, we walked to the "corner" so I could wait for Tyler, like he told me. I had a feeling, once he showed up, that my face was really red. He WANTED me there. He REQUESTED me to be there. It made me feel like I was someone. Someone he cared for. Someone he'd miss. Although, how much can he miss me? The shy girl that hardly talks to him. I waved. He waved back. The group talked and exchanged hugs. I got a hug from Cassy. I figured Tyler was waiting for everyone to leave before he'd talk to me or something. Oh, the things that were racing through my mind... they made it hard to breathe properly.
But yes, people left, and Tyler came up to me and spread his arms out, so I did the same. After a second, I realized he wanted me to run (maybe not literally) into his arms. After a bit, he realized I wasn't going to do it, so he went "Fine" and took the last few steps. We had the THIRD nice hug of the day (RECORD!) and I said that we should hang out sometime. "We should. You have my phone number, right?"
"Yeah."
"Call me. It's up to you."
"No, you call me."
"Why?"
"You're busy a lot of the time."
"True."
Then we said bye. And I went on the overcrowded bus, where EVERYONE had to share a seat. At least 3 seats that I could see were 3 people in a seat.

I was on cloud nine for quite a bit today. It's a nice, uplifting feeling. The adrenaline-type feeling that courses through you. It's wonderful. And it's something I don't feel all that much...

Okay. There's this guy.

Haha. No. Not like that.

...

Seriously.

Okay, it's a pretty long, interesting story. So get ready.

It's about this guy and my friend, Steph.

No, they're not like that.


So... there's this guy in Steph's art class. God, this was at least two months ago, so I can't quite remember all the details. Steph was watching him carve "pain" into his arm. Yes, seriously; IN this art class. He asked her if she was watching him. She freaked. Because, well, that's Steph... she freaks a lot. So she just ignored him, and looked in front of her. Then he leaned over to her, so that his mouth was RIGHT next to her ear and said "Why are you so quiet?" She claimed that he was absolutely terrifying.

One day, he was sitting in the hall during lunch, and we passed. I tried not to look at him, or make it look like I was doing it on purpose. Steph, apparently, didn't see him. The rest of us told her that he was there and she FREAKED. She tried to see if he really was there, and, seeing him, hid behind us. Then, on our way back, Steph RAN out of the hallway.

For a few days after that, he'd talk to her or something, but she wouldn't say anything back. She noticed after awhile that his other arm said "love."

We'd make fun jokes about Steph's reactions to when he's in the same room as her. Or how he's the only person she's afraid of. How he "loves" her and such. Or how the next day he's going to say "Why did you run away from me?" We found out that his name is Tevin.

Then, on Michelle's birthday, she picked me and Steph up with her truck. Caitlin was with her also. As we got out of the truck, Michelle goes to Steph's side and says something. Suddenly Steph RUNS inside. I'm thinking "What the hell?" When we were in the garage, Michelle whispered to me and Caitlin that Tevin was over at the neighbors house. As she finished saying this, Steph was having a hard time getting the door open so she could run inside.
Steph was absolutely terrified of the idea of going back outside.

He disappeared after that. She said that he was in jail or something.

Then, today... oh God. There was this guy walking on the road thing that the buses go on... about 10 feet away from where WE stood. He looked to be of Mexican-type descent. Something flashed in my mind: "Is that Tevin?" He had a scar from the left eyebrow down to the middle of his left cheek... I didn't remember that. He was looking in our general direction... mainly at me... Then, the scarred eyebrow raised and panic shot at me. SHIT!! He saw me looking at him! I'm so locking my bedroom door tonight.
Next to me, Michelle says "Hey, Steph, it's your favorite person."
"WHERE?!"
Like... 7 feet away.... talking to that Mexican freshman.
I tried to make her turn away, or something, because I knew she'd freak out even more when she saw him. We haven't seen him since Michelle's birthday... Oct. 12. I was looking down, trying to hold in my laughter.
Yep, Steph freaked even more. She hid behind Caitlin and declared to the world that she was hiding behind her. No one would ever find her there. We were all laughing. I would've definitely laughed MUCH harder, but I didn't want to attract more attention. Seriously, I thought I was going to die from holding it all in.

I also think he's a scary person. He definitely doesn't look like someone I'D want to mess with... but then again, I don't want to mess with anyone. Especially not with anyone with a scar down the left side of the face that goes over the eye. That makes him incredibly intimidating. And that raised eyebrow when he was looking at me. Holy crap, I wanted to HIDE. And yes, the first thing I thought when he did it was quite plainly: "SHIT!"

Oh, and I apologize for offending anyone with my vulgar, yet highly appropriate for the time, language.

I'm just VERY slightly more paranoid than usual. Kinda like when you've seen a scary movie and expect someone to be behind every corner. Following you. Yeah... it's kinda like that. But I'm not all that scared, really. It's just what my imagination comes up with that I'm scared of.