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Well, I really liked this girl Alice and I'm writing a two-part story based on something horribly tragic. Everything you are about to read is true. It's written as a journal, and it's about my ex-girlfriend Alice and how I met her, and how our relationship ended. It was tough for me to write, but I really hope I captured my feelings in this story. I'd really like some C-n-C on it, especially the style, as some might find it bizarre. Anyway, please read and comment:

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Part 1 of 2

It can’t get more official than this. I have a girlfriend. And not just an “are you going out?” type of girlfriend, but a “so you go on dates regularly?” type of girlfriend. She’s amazing. First off, she’s the nicest girl I have ever met. She laughs at all my jokes. Her smile turns my heart to mush. I think about her all the time, and not in a creepy way, but I’m always wondering what she’s up to. Being with her is like an edible delicacy. And damn, she is beautiful. She has long black hair, soft skin, a beautiful face and a decent chest. Her name’s Alice, by the way. That’s probably something you should know.
Anyway, it all started in 6th grade. I was just any other kid, a class clown for sure, but no one really cared for me as a popular guy. That’s when I met Alice. She was in my Focus before school, my English class, band, math, history, and science. What more could I ask for? The simple answer is “her.” I decided that we’d become friends. We’d bonded due to our love for the same music, and even more when she continuously kicked me in the leg one history class (she thought it was a table leg, but when I told her that it was actually my leg she laughed and began to blush). The time was ripe and I asked her “out.”
Now, back in the day, the definition of “going out” is pretty lame. People still say “do you wanna go out?” I mean; what? Go out? Do you mean go on a date? So kids like me got this silly idealistic view that “going out” with someone (yet not actually dating) was like having a girlfriend. I don’t even know why I’m explaining this to you. She said “no” in the end. Unfortunately, her dad wasn’t allowing her to date until high-school. Talk about a friendship killer…
For two years we’d awkwardly exchange glances and wave. Finally, eighth grade hit, and we had practically every class together. As if I hadn’t asked her out back in sixth grade, our friendship continued like normal. We bonded, and soon became real close. I couldn’t have asked for more. After two long years, I still liked her, but it was beginning to grow and get more serious. I’d think about her constantly. Looking back on it, it’s kinda creepy. Whatever. I seriously believed that I loved her.
And then the summer rolled around. I couldn’t work up the courage to call her. I’d hold the phone in my hand, shaking violently. My finger would touch the buttons but slide off them in a trail of sweat. My brain said “yes” but my body kept telling me “no.” You can bet that I was pissed off. I was like a fish out of water, trying to find the thing I truly needed to survive with it right there, looming above me, but in the end unable to grasp what I truly desire. It was nearing the end of July when I said “**** my senses”, grabbed the phone, ripped it from the hook, and dialed her number.
Ring~ring.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is Alice there!”
“Sorry, this is her father. May I ask who’s speaking?”
My skin tone changed from pink to white.
“Uh… tell her Alex called.” I rammed the phone onto the hook and ran into my bedroom.
One day passed. Two days passed. Finally, three days passed and I gave up hope that Alice would call back.
Ring~ring.
I ran to the phone and pulled it off the hook.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Alex, it’s Alice.”
I heard her beautiful voice and fell to my knees, looking at the sky and praying to a God that I didn’t even believe existed. What followed was a two and a half hour conversation about anything that came to the top of our heads. I was truly happy.
Ninth grade was approaching, and I couldn’t wait to see her smiling face. Even though it was the same smile I’d seen for three years, it simply tugged at my heartstrings and turned my cheeks a wild shade of red. I walked into school that day and saw her, taller, broader, and more beautiful than I had ever seen her before.
She walked towards me, and I held my breath. Who would be the first to speak? Me? Her? The janitor? I plastered an awkward smile across my face and looked at her. My senses tingled. I quivered in excitement, but also fear. There she was; the love of my life, looking more beautiful than I had ever seen her before.
And she walked right past me. She just strolled right past my shoulder without blinking and hugged one of her girlfriends behind me. Talk about an embarrassing moment. I saw my friend pointing and laughing at me in the corner. I’d deal with him later. It was Alice’s moment of glory that I’d think about now.
“Hey Alice,” I squeaked. My voice absolutely blew up. My cheeks turned red and I looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Note to self: don’t let your voice break in front of the girl you love. It had cracked right on the A of Alice, so it sounded more like Ahalice. Oops.
She turned around and saw me, a smile spreading across her face. She gave me quick hug before saying her own greetings.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” (You just walked past me, you dolt.)
The conversation continued in a very nice, flowing manner, and I honestly couldn’t have asked for more. My first class started and I was sad to see Alice not included. Luckily, she was in my next class. And the next. Even more so, she was in every single one of my classes except first hour. Hallelujah.
In 6th grade, she had told me that her father didn’t want her to date until high-school. So, here I was, in high-school with the girl I loved ready to date. One month passed. Another slowly chugged by. I hadn’t made my move on Alice yet. Did she like me? Would she care? If she said no, would it kill our friendship? Can I really be with her after getting to know her so well? All these questions rumbled through my mind as I stared at the wall. Alice was sitting next to me. Was she awaiting my desirable question?
I never found out the answer. Ninth grade flew by and I still hadn’t asked her out. I was growing completely impatient. My courage just wasn’t up to standards. I couldn’t find the guts to simply ask her out. My mind kept telling me that it was the right thing to do, but my mouth couldn’t say the words. I was sad, but mostly, I was scared; scared that another boy would come along out of nowhere and sweep her off her feet. Her friend (who I was also friends with) had my Battle Royale video. Alice had wanted to see it for awhile, so I told my friend to invite me over when Alice visited. We’d watch it together, and maybe, if I had the courage, I would finally ask Alice out.
The “day of the question” arrived, and I and Alice’s friend Anna sat talking while we waited for Alice to show up. Anna had planned the perfect moment for me to ask out Alice. After watching the film, we’d head into the basement for drinks. Anna would make an excuse to go upstairs and get something and I’d ask Alice out. It could be done, but I needed to wait for Alice to show up.
“Thanks for all this,” I praised Anna, who smiled back.
“It’s no problem,” she grinned. “I know how much you like her. This is the perfect opportunity.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. This was truly the opportunity of a lifetime. Yes or no. Do, or die. Well, not die, but I’m sure you get my point here; I needed this to work out. The doorbell rang, and I perked my head up to see a silhouette portrayed against a brick wall outside the door. She was here; the beauty, the legend, Alice.
Anna smiled at me and skipped to the door.
“Feast your eyes on this,” she laughed, whipping the door open.
“I’m home!”
Anna’s mom stumbled into the house, tripping over the carpet as she tried to handle the half-dozen shopping bags in her hands. Anna burst out laughing, whilst I simply stared at the ground in pain.
“Anna, I’m going out again. Please, behave yourself.”
She hobbled out the door and back into the car; driving off to do some (presumably) shoe shopping. Not a moment passed before the doorbell rang again.
Anna opened the door, sun rays spilling into the living room. I saw a billowing bob of black hair, a smile that could kill, and the beautiful brown eyes of the girl I loved. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I knew that this was it. Today was the day that I would ask this beautiful young woman to be my girlfriend. It all made sense. It was the perfect set up.
“Hey, guys,” she said, sliding off her shoes and walking into the living room. I stared at her beautiful body as she moved, but snapped back to reality as Anna said:
“I’ll go get the movie.”
Anna skipped out of the room, leaving Alice and myself alone.
“So…” I muttered, patting my thighs. Alice just sighed and looked at me.
“Is the film good?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good…”
“I think you’ll like it.”
“I hope so.”
“I know you will.”
“Is it scary?”
“Not really.”
“Alright, good.”
Our awkward small talk ended as Anna strode back into the room, film in hand. She popped it into the DVD player and jumped onto the couch. Pressing play, the movie began.
There were times when we all cringed. There was even a few times where Alice screamed. I stopped myself from laughing. I’d already seen the film two dozen times, and knew when all the gory or disturbing parts were coming up. It truly was a magnificent movie, and as the credits began to roll, Anna offered, “How about we go into the basement for drinks?”
So far, our plan was going unhindered. We stepped into the basement, sitting down in a circle of beanbags.
“You know what, let me get something from upstairs,” said Anna, getting up and running off. Neither Alice nor I had time to say a quick “see you in a little bit.”
“So, what did you think of the film?” I asked.
“Excellent,” Alice nodded. “A bit… well, y’know, but it was still really good.”
“I’m really glad you liked it.”
A short silence followed.
“Alice?”
“Yes?”
“For awhile now, I’ve been wondering…”
Thoughts flashed through my head. I’d been through all of them before, scanning all possibilities of what could happen when I asked her “the question.” I quickly removed them from my brain and focused on the task at hand.
“…Well, for awhile…”
I paused. My heart stopped beating. I felt the air turn to ice and my breath was whipped away.
“Yes?”
She looked so beautiful. I could have kissed her right then. But that wasn’t the message I wanted to give. I prepared my voice, straightened my back (what’s that gonna do?) and looked into her deep, brown eyes:
“I’ve liked you for a long time, Alice. And I’m wondering if you’ll go out with me.”
She didn’t say anything, just sat staring at me. I was nervous. I could fell a bead of sweat dribbling down my temple. My hands began to shake, and my knuckles turned white. My bottom lip trembled as I prepared for an unsatisfactory “no.”
“Yes. I’ve liked you for a long time, too.”
I was absolutely stunned. My jaw hit the floor. She liked me too? Why had I not seen this?
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, looking at the ground. “I was really about to give up hope.”
Score.
I bent over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. At first, she seemed reluctant, but the tension slowly melted away and she moved in closer, pressing her lips against mine.
Anna came bounding down the stairs in a cheery mood to see Alice and myself lip-locked. It wasn’t long before she was charging up the stairs again.
And here I am now, writing into my journal as Alice whips up a storm on the DDR machine at the local arcade. What can I say? We’ve been going out a year and it’s been a beautiful one at that. I left all the decisions in the relationship to Alice. I’m not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to. I’ve grown to love her. When we leave high-school in three more years, I’m going to ask her to marry me.
This is truly the way it was meant to be.