Our Story: The Relationship

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Our Story: Together

   After prom, I already viewed us as a couple. There was nothing more I could have done to make me feel like I was already in a relationship. Nothing but actually asking you to be my girlfriend, of course. And for the next month, that’s exactly what I began to plan in my head. But how exactly was I going to ask you to be my girlfriend?

   Just as the gears in my head began to turn when I wanted to ask you to prom, I was now brainstorming how I would ask you to be my girlfriend. I mean, you were really becoming something big in my life; a true necessity. I wanted you to see and feel that. And so, I thought to myself: “Is there an event coming up that could give me a window of opportunity?” The boat race. My high school had an annual boat race. The boat race took place at our pool and was a competition amongst all the physics students who grouped up and built a boat.

   Now, my show-boating (no pun intended) self sought to use this as a way to put you on the spot. You’d already gone through it when I asked you to prom after all. And thus, as my partner Andres and I began building our boat, I decided that during the race as you watched, I would hold up a big sign asking you to be my girlfriend and hat was the plan for the duration of the week leading up to the boat race.

   Finally, boat race day came, May 20, 2010. That morning I wrote you a note just like any other day and gave it to you in the morning with the last line saying that I had a question to ask you. With that, I tried my hardest not to see you which was inevitable because we were both in the boat race. Mind you, I decided to scrap the previous endeavor. No, I was not going to hold up a sign asking you to be my girlfriend anymore. I thought, “I’ve put her in the limelight too much, time to do something a bit more intimate.”

   I enjoyed the little boat race and after all was said and done, a lot of us decided to just take a bit of time to swim. You did too in your bikini.. Needless to say, I was definitely attracted to you and that body of yours. After the boat race and cleanup, we had to go back to our final class of the day and I decided to walk you. We walked, talked, and just took our time. Finally we arrived at your building and I stopped you. I went on with a little spiel about how much I like you and such.

Finally I asked, “Can I be your Romeo?”

   I didn’t exactly get the answer I was looking for and you didn’t exactly get the chance to explain as I was ordered to go back to class by the security guards roaming around school. I left with more of a puzzled look than a smile because you weren’t really clear. So, I walked back to my class and got a text from you giving me a clear-cut answer.

“…I want to be your girlfriend.”

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Our Story: The Chase

   Though we were still friends, the Sadie Hawkin’s Dance was coming up and I sort of expected to get asked for the first time. I didn’t. I showed up on March 7th to Sadie’s dateless. But, hey. That’s what what friends are for right? So, amongst our friends, I caught eye of you and your ex/best friend Jake. And my, oh my, you were cute. We didn’t get to dance, mostly because I was too afraid to ask. Regardless, we both had a good time.

   It wasn’t until 3 months after the Beauty and the Beast, March 13, 2010: Manny Pacquiao vs. Joshua Clottey happened. Friends had come over to watch the fight and drastically change my hair which was a thick mess while you were at a friends house party. My friends and I talked, mostly about me, my prom date, and how I’d ask her you. I climbed into bed around 2 in the morning and gave you a call. We talked a bit and I could already tell something was wrong. Apparently, someone wasn’t giving you the greatest time at the party and you had the lowest self-esteem I’d ever seen you with. So, what better way to make you feel better than by telling you my deepest secret? With much reluctance, I said it.

“If it makes you feel any better, I used to like you..” I said quitely just after you’d told me you wanted just to sleep.

   I carefully chose the words “used to” in order to save myself some embarrassment in exposing myself. Surprisingly, you woke straight up. You began bombarding me with every question about it imaginable: why then, for how long, why you, etc. It was like I was being interrogated, not in the negative sense of the word, of course. I stayed up with you until 5 in the morning answering everything, completely ignoring the fact that I had church 4 hours later. It was worth it. I finally got the chance to get it off my chest only in exchange for an hour of my sleepy-head bobbing during mass.

   What did I do for the next week? Nothing. I sort of ignored you. Why? I was embarrassed. Not only that, but I had told you something that just made everything between us, well, awkward. I was your best friend being and support for the past 5-6 months and I just ruined that. I ruined our friendly chemistry and broke a seemingly perfect friendly bond and thus stepped in what felt like a friendly purgatory.

   In the meantime, I decided to use the off-time productively, only by accident. During a good ‘ol dance session during lunch, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” began to play, and so I began brainstorming. I freestyle’d to it as Andres Orozco watched. He brought up the idea of making choreography to it and so we did at a friends house on March 15th. Keep in mind, I’d been trying to think of a way to ask my date to prom. Put one and one together, I was going to use this choreography to ask my date to prom. So, on March 16th dressed in black with purple striped shirts, sunglasses, and jeans, I (with Andres Orozco, Jeff Sher, and Kris Villa) asked you to prom. Getting down on one knee and hearing you say yes was so fulfilling. I now had a date for prom and the awkward phase had faded.

   The following week, an unexpected “holiday” came up on March 23rd: Kiss An Asian Day. We’d been talking about it that week since everyone had been making it a big deal on Facebook.

“What if I kissed you?” I asked.

“I don’t know, see what we’ll see what happens?” You told me.

   The day came. Calling myself nervous was putting it lightly. The more the day progressed, the more nervous got. I walked with you after school to chill and what did I do? Nothing. I pussied out making the excuse in my head that, “it didn’t feel right.” You mentioned it that night on the phone.

“So, Kiss An Asian Day, huh? I didn’t get a kiss..” You said.

“Can I get a rain-check?” I replied.

   How embarrassing. After telling you I would kiss you I didn’t. And so, March 24th had arrived. We were texting as usual and I told you I had wanted to see you. So, during your lunch, I used a bathroom excuse for my class to go see you at the class you were eating in. What better place to kiss you than the very place I had met you? Right in front of our Chemistry class I had noticed you the year before. I gave you a big hug and pulled you close.

“So, can I use that rain-check?” I asked.

   At this point my stomach was full of butterflies. With my hand shaking, I picked up your chin as I slowly brought my lips to yours. At that very instant, I had such an electrifying feeling throughout me. Then, in the midst of our intimacy, Daniel Nguyen opened the door. We said our goodbye’s and walking back to class, I couldn’t wipe the smile on my face and couldn’t stop touching my lips as the feeling resonated.

   Weeks later, as we were trying to get an idea of what color to wear, my dad picked us up along with my sisters to get the ribbon color for your corsage. My dad jokingly got mad at me in the car which literally scared you. After arriving at the store and getting out of the car, Bailey (my littlest sister) immediately ran up to you and gave you a hug. I noticed and had previous thoughts that my next girlfriend would have a strong bond with my family (minus my dad because of personal reasons). You and I still have disagreements on whether our color was blue or purple because you are color blind.

   A couple of weeks before prom, you had a choir trip to San Francisco and I wouldn’t see you until the week after. It started off as any other day: first class would end, I’d get my first kiss of the day, I’d get your handwritten note or I’d give you mine depending on who’s turn it would be, then I’d meet you for lunch. As I met you for lunch and we put our things in a teachers class, you brought me outside for a kiss. Not just any kiss, we made out for the first time. Really, it caught me off guard, but I found your assertiveness so sexy. The day would only get better, as after school, I walked you home for the first time. We walked through the neighborhood and stopped at a postal box. We spent an hour or two there hugging, cuddling, kissing, anything we wanted to enjoy each other’s presence before you left for your choir trip. I still drive by the postal box once in a while and reminisce to this day.

   Finally, prom had arrived. I woke up as I did any other day not feeling any significance. Andres had picked me up and we went to his house to get ready. Andres and I then went to Madison’s house to meet up with her and Duy, then finally drove to your house to pick you up. I rang the doorbell and not too long after, you opened the door. You know how in the movies, when the guy opens the door and all of a sudden it’s in slow motion as he sees his gorgeous date for the first time? That happened. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and if my jaw could somehow detach and fall to the floor, it would. Your make up, your hair curled, that short blue dress as it showed your legs off.

   We drove to my house to take some pictures, then went to go pick up Caity from Arcadia and took pictures from a photographer there at the mall. I’d never felt more like an actual couple with you. Holding you, “us” felt more and more like a reality. We then had dinner at Olive Garden and made our way to prom. Going into prom it began to hit me just how significant this night would be. We didn’t go straight to the dancing, so we went outside to enjoy a performance. Amidst the crowd of people were our friends watching as well; Duy holding Caity, Madison in Andres’ lap, and then there was you. I didn’t know what to do, so I rubbed your arms with my hands to keep you warm. Romantic, right? After the performance, we finally got down to the dance floor. Keep in mind that this was the first time I’d ever danced with you since I was left dateless at Sadie’s. I didn’t know what to expect, but you sure knew what you were doing. You were grinding hard, you pulled on my pants to bring me even closer (as if we weren’t close already) which I found so sexy. I tried my best not to get a boner which I didn’t. Little did I know that that was what you wanted to give me..

   As the dance drew to a close, we had a slow dance. I was edged into it by Andres. And so we danced to K-Ci & JoJo’s “All My Life” with my hands on your hips and your arms over my shoulders. Again, I failed to make a move. I didn’t kiss you during our slow dance.

   After the dance we went out to a local Asian picture store called Cue! And there, we we took pictures with out group along with the addition of Gian and Rachel. And in that photo booth, you sat on my lap for the first time. It may not seem significant to some, but you’re not the kind of person who sits on laps. So, this was a treat.

   After the pictures, it was time to drop Caity off at home and so we made use of the backseat to kiss and whatnot. Low and behold, Caity turned around and caught a glimpse of us. I still recognize her as a cock block. Not that my cock was going to be doing anything. I was a virgin to sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, any damn job. And so we dropped her off and headed back to Corona. You wanted to take the front seat to talk to Duy, so I decided to sleep in the back. When I woke up, we pulled up to Denny’s where our friends were gathered eating the leftovers of a party that had just left, telling stories, etc.

   3 stories later, it was time to let the night end. And so, we walked out to the parking lot and said our goodbyes (since I wasn’t licensed yet and couldn’t take you home myself). What a wonderful night I had with you, though. There is no one else I could imagine sharing that night with. The night was as wonderful as it was simply because of you.

   As prom night ended, so too did our friendship phase as a new chapter would soon unfold.

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Our Story: Just Friends

   Our whole history dates back to September of 2008 during my junior year of high school. I was a junior in Chemistry, and going into the class, I had noticed that my teacher was the same science teacher I had had the year before. I walked into the building not knowing what to expect but I did notice you and your boyfriend outside of the class waiting in the hall for the teacher with the rest of us. I thought to myself, “They sure are an.. odd couple.” Still, I had not exactly taken notice of you as an individual. The teacher had laid out the seating arrangement and I made my way to my seat alone. After a few seconds, I noticed you stare right at the seat next to me where you walked around behind me and sat down. I couldn’t help but think you were so cute as you introduced yourself to me.

“Hi, I’m Jasmine,” you said.

“I’m Blaine,” I muttered back as I was tongue-tied by your looks.

   I quietly went back to listening to my iPod as I was sort of struck by how cute you really were. Later that week, we had our first chemistry lab and we had no idea what we were doing. Your boyfriend had no trouble helping us.

“If you burn my girlfriend, I’ll kick your ass,” your boyfriend said as I was carefully wielding a boiling cup of water.

   I wasn’t threatened and I was honestly laughing in my head. Days later, you came into class exhausted from volleyball practice as you were too tired to change. Sweaty in your jersey and spandex, this was the first time I had a more physical attraction to you. As the year progressed, you began to call me “Lab Partner,” seeing that we were both each other’s first ever lab partner. Whenever I’d be walking between classes, I’d hear a loud, “Hi Lab Partner!” as I enthusiastically greeted you back for two years.

   October of 2009, I was on MySpace and noticed you post a bulletin saying you just needed someone to talk to. I read it and thought, “I’m your Lab Partner, why not?” Though, we weren’t close and never truly carried out a thorough conversation, I saw it as opportunity to do so. Without hesitation, I gave you my number and got a phone call shortly after. After a brief greeting, you told me that you had to eat dinner and asked that I call you in half an hour. To your surprise, I did. Really, I counted down the minutes as I eagerly awaited to talk to you. Though we were slightly strangers, it was no hard task opening up to each other. For some reason, you had this way of opening my inner locked doors I’d been afraid to expose. Apparently, for you, it’d worked the same way. And thus, we talked. We vented about our bullshit and heartbreak. We talked for hours which felt like days, but I had no intention of stopping. And then, amongst the crowded exchange of verbal treats, I had heard you say the best of it all.

“Not to make things weird, honestly, you’re cute,” I heard you say as clear as day.

   My smile grew as my startled mind scrambled to find something, anything to say.

“Not to make things weird, but you’re cute too.”

   Why not? I was only giving a fair exchange with the utmost sincerity. For hours we talked, but nothing had made such an imprint in my mind such as that exchange. It had opened a door. A door I never knew could exist. As the call came to a close, I had bid you good night as you had given me a smile that stuck on my face as I slept.

    The next day, I couldn’t help but reminisce. The night before had been so rejuvenating. Why not give it another try? And try I did, only to be pleased but yet another wonderful conversation. It wasn’t long before this nightly exchange became routine. We got to know each other inside and out. I’d found someone I could be myself around. My best friend whom I could share anything with. I’d been there to be your emotional support as you were mine. I was your good morning text and your good night call. I was there for every guy who had hit-and-miss secretly wondering if I could step up to the plate.

   January arrived and my birthday was around the corner. Evidently, our school’s Beauty and the Beast play was set to arrive the weekend of my birthday and we talked about going together. In my head, that was it. That was to be the time I showed you just how I began to feel about you; that I like you and that I wanted to give us a try. Friday, on my birthday (the day before the play) it was pouring rain. After school, I’d no ticed you asking friends to walk with you to the back where your ride was. Amongst the no’s, I told you I’d happily walk with you. And so, we walked until you suddenly stopped at the school lunch tables. You wanted to sing Happy Birthday to me. As soon as I heard the first note from your lips, I was entranced. I loved your voice (and still do). I stood there shocked. No one had serenaded me like that before, and for it to be you, I was wrapped around your finger.

   Finally, the next night, it was time to watch the play together. I walked up to the theater in heavy anticipation of sitting together and possibly holding your hand at some point- anything to show you how I feel. However, my anticipation came to a screeching halt as apparently someone else had invited himself into our semi-potential-subtle-but-not-so-real date. Ironically he sat right in between us. Just my luck, right? And so, my window of opportunity was temporarily closed.

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