The night remained fairly uneventful, not including the normal going-ons of a sleepover. But later that night, once we were in bed, Becca started asking me some embarrassing questions…
“So, do you like him?” asked Becca in a quirky, flirty voice.
“Him who?” I asked, confused.
“Oh come on, you know who I mean,” she said.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” I argued.
“Ugh! Andy, of course!” she shouted. Well, as shoutedly as one can while whispering.
“Yeah, I like him as a friend, he’s really nice,” I said.
“Oh please, I mean like, as in like, “like” like,” she said all matter-of-factly.
“Oh for Pete’s sake! Of course not! We’re just friends!” I said.
“Mhmm, sure…” said Becca, smiling.
“I’m serious! I don’t like him like that!” at this, I began to blush furiously.
“Yeah, you’re cheeks totally prove that,” said Becca, rolling her eyes.
“Becca! Really! I don’t like him that way!”
“….yes, you do. You’re blushing, and almost giggling, and smiling. You are sooo in love with him!” said Becca, a look of victory on her face.
“I don’t!”
“Do!”
“Don’t!”
“Do!”
“Whatever!” I said, almost yelling.
“Allie. Just admit it. Why are you trying to hide it?” asked Becca.
“I….I don’t know. I guess I just….um…I don’t know. I guess I really…do like him. OH MY GOSH BECCA I DO!!!” I said, yelling.
“oops.” I whispered.
At this we both giggled, and began looking up photos of Alexx Evans on Becca’s phone, and soon fell asleep.
A few days after the sleepover, I sent an email to Andy asking him for random info ands tuff. We had been emailing each other for about a month at this point, but I didn’t really know a whole lot about him still. The email was basically like this:
“Ok so i was thinking, like you are a cool guy and i think we are going to get along really well, but like, i dont know much about you, and im sure the same for you about me, so heres a quiz thingy to answer questions about each other and get to know each other more.
~*~*~*~
1. full name? ~ Alexandria Michelle Cordy =]
2. birthday? ~ March 22 1994
3. favorite color? ~ purple, black, green, orange & blue. mostly purple and black lol.
4. favorite animal? ~ wolf, panda, horse, & dolphin. and cats ^^ (i have 2)
5. siblings? ~ 1 older brother. (nate, 23)
6. favorite hobbies? ~ photography, art, calligraphy, writing. oh, and tea drinking, and anything British-like.
7. what you want to be when your older? ~ professional portrait photographer and manga artist.
8. favorite movie? ~ oh gosh....so many....um....i really like Lord of the Rings, Anne of Green Gables, Jane Austen movies.
9. favorite book? ~ too many to choose!!! i like Jane Austens, Fire Arrow, the Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Redwall, Captive Hearts(manga), Vampire Knight(manga).
10. favorite TV show? ~ Magnum P.I. & Rockford Files. and It Takes a Thief...but it doesnt end till midnight so i dont watch it much.
11. favorite food? ~ coconut, fish, quail, cheesecake, white chocolate hehe.
12. favorite band? ~ haha...this will take a while....Skillet, Red, Cascada, Hawthorne Heights, Emery, Demon Hunter, As I Lay Dying, August Burns Red, Fireflight, Flyleaf, hawk Nelson, Disciple, Evanescence, Yoko Ishida, basically any rock, heavy metal or techno lol. i am obsessed, and i mean OBSESSED, with music. =DDDD
13. are you dating? ~ nope, not till 18 and God sends me the right guy =]
14. pets? ~ two cats, princess(mine) & tigerlilly(my bros)
15. any weird quirks you have? ~ haha many. but i think one of the strangest is that i hate, and i mean HATE, popcorn. its the nastiest stuff ever =p oh yeah, and i am obsessed with the moon and nighttime. like, if i had my way, we would sleep during day and do stuff during night. night is just so mysterious and romantic and yeah....i just love it ^^
~*~*~*~
i guess i this is enough essay for now...lol! so yeah, if you could answer these all in a reply back, that would be awesome! Ttyl!”
And this was his reply:
“Full name? Andrew Edison Mehaffey
Birth day? December 25, 1993
fav color? Any shade of blue, neon green, and glow in the dark
fav animal? cats, dogs, horses, monkey, ape
fav movie? Cats, Shrek 1,2,3, Mell Brooks movies, Home Alone 1,2,3, there's more but that's enough.
fav book? Tunnels, Deeper, Fahrenheit 451,
fav tv show? Danny Phantom, Spongebob, Fairly Odd parents, Most Exteam, How it's made
fav food? That's a tough one. I can't decide.
Fav band? almost any county singer. I listen to rock sometimes. lol
siblings? 2 brothers, one older and one twin.
hobbies? taking pictures, drawing, writing, collecting random things, archeology, working with computers, walking out side.
What I want to be when I'm older? Most likely either an archeologist or an explosive technician.
Dating? No, waiting to find the right person.
pets? 5 dogs, 1 cat
any weird quirks? I like people that do their work. lol.
There are so many things that I wish to ask you, but you answered most of them. lol. Thanks. TTYL”
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Installment Two
We arrived at Tano’s Pizza a few minutes late, much to the annoyance of my friend. Me and Mom met the youth pastor, who everyone called “P.R.,” and put my stuff in the church bus. Mom left, and I went inside and sat with Becca, Hannah(an old friend of mine), Hannah’s friend Halie, and a girl named Elizabeth. And of course, I was sitting in a spot where I could see “him” perfectly. It was hard to not keep staring in his direction. And by “him” I mean Andy. I knew it was him immediately, though I had only seen a photo of him on Facebook. As soon as I opened the door, he looked at me. Granted, so did a lot of other kids, but they quickly went back to their pizza and talking. But he didn’t. He kept his gaze on me. Our eyes eventually met, and I quickly looked away and acted totally engrossed in my pizza slice.
Throughout the meal, us four girls enjoyed some small talk, all the while I was sneaking looks at Andy across the room, and when we were done we all loaded into the church bus and was off towards the bowling alley.
“I can't find my seatbelt!” I complained to Becca, who was sitting next to me.
“It’s right beside you, silly,” she said, slightly annoyed.
“Well, I don’t see it,” I said, trying to feel for it in the darkness.
“Ugh! You are SOOO blond!” said Becca, and proceeded to climb over me and grabbed the belt.
“Here,” she said.
“Um…haha….thanks…” I said, clicking the belt together, embarrassed.
We got to the alley in a few minutes, and all went inside. Once inside, we all got in line, and gave the clerk our money, then were assigned lanes.
“You four girls are at lane 13,” said P.R., nodding in our direction. We went to the lane, and set up the game. I was pleasantly surprised, Elizabeth actually spelled my name right! To make a long story short, Lizzy brought her own bowling ball, totally owned the entire game, and I lost miserably. But we had fun! I got a pretzel, which yummy, then of course, being the klutz that I am, spilled the cheese all over the table. Becca proceeded to laugh her tailbone off at me, while I attempted to clean up the mess as I was laughing hysterically myself. We played an arcade game, and won some plastic ball…things. Which I gave mine to Becca, who gave it to her little brother later that night.
Halfway through the night, I whispered to Becca that I hadn’t been introduced to Andy yet.
“You know, you still haven’t introduced me to Andy,” I said.
“Oh, ok!” she said, running off and getting him. I started freaking out, and walked away, pretending to not know what was going on.
“ALLIE! Get over here!” Becca yelled to me. I walked over to where she stood, with a cute dark haired boy standing next to her.
“This and Andy. Andy, this is Allie,” said Becca, with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello,” Said Andy, extending his hand for me to shake.
“Hi,” I said quietly, shaking his hand and trying not to giggle. Our matching blue eyes met, and I looked down, blushing.
We then just stood there for a few seconds, then kinda went our own ways. Before I knew it, I had taken a million bowling photos, Lizzy won the game, and it was time to leave.
On the way out, Becca said something funny while I was sipping root beer from my straw, and I laughed and pop went up all over my face. I tried wiping it away, but I didn’t know that all it did was smear my mascara. Andy and this guy named Jonathon sat in the seats behind us. Me and Becca played with our cell phones most of the way to the church, and for some reason, I couldn’t get butterflies out of my stomach. I had no idea way, and it was driving me nuts! Just because some dude I had been talking to online was sitting behind me? I could hear every word he said...every laugh...everything. I loved it. But I couldn't figure out why. What did it matter? It wasn't like I was in love with the guy.
When we got to the church, mostly everyone left right away, and me and Becca were getting all my stuff together, and waiting for her mom, Dawn, to pick us up. And I couldn’t figure out why on earth P.R. kept giving me weird looks. Of course, I was unaware that I had black streaks smeared all down my cheeks. After we got home, I went to the bathroom, and nearly screamed.
“BECCA!!!!! Why didn’t you tell me my mascara smeared?!?!” I yelled.
“I don’t know…sorry!” she said.
I sighed. I couldn't believe it! I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. Oh well. There wasn’t anything I could do, and I highly doubted I would see anyone from the youth group again.
Throughout the meal, us four girls enjoyed some small talk, all the while I was sneaking looks at Andy across the room, and when we were done we all loaded into the church bus and was off towards the bowling alley.
“I can't find my seatbelt!” I complained to Becca, who was sitting next to me.
“It’s right beside you, silly,” she said, slightly annoyed.
“Well, I don’t see it,” I said, trying to feel for it in the darkness.
“Ugh! You are SOOO blond!” said Becca, and proceeded to climb over me and grabbed the belt.
“Here,” she said.
“Um…haha….thanks…” I said, clicking the belt together, embarrassed.
We got to the alley in a few minutes, and all went inside. Once inside, we all got in line, and gave the clerk our money, then were assigned lanes.
“You four girls are at lane 13,” said P.R., nodding in our direction. We went to the lane, and set up the game. I was pleasantly surprised, Elizabeth actually spelled my name right! To make a long story short, Lizzy brought her own bowling ball, totally owned the entire game, and I lost miserably. But we had fun! I got a pretzel, which yummy, then of course, being the klutz that I am, spilled the cheese all over the table. Becca proceeded to laugh her tailbone off at me, while I attempted to clean up the mess as I was laughing hysterically myself. We played an arcade game, and won some plastic ball…things. Which I gave mine to Becca, who gave it to her little brother later that night.
Halfway through the night, I whispered to Becca that I hadn’t been introduced to Andy yet.
“You know, you still haven’t introduced me to Andy,” I said.
“Oh, ok!” she said, running off and getting him. I started freaking out, and walked away, pretending to not know what was going on.
“ALLIE! Get over here!” Becca yelled to me. I walked over to where she stood, with a cute dark haired boy standing next to her.
“This and Andy. Andy, this is Allie,” said Becca, with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello,” Said Andy, extending his hand for me to shake.
“Hi,” I said quietly, shaking his hand and trying not to giggle. Our matching blue eyes met, and I looked down, blushing.
We then just stood there for a few seconds, then kinda went our own ways. Before I knew it, I had taken a million bowling photos, Lizzy won the game, and it was time to leave.
On the way out, Becca said something funny while I was sipping root beer from my straw, and I laughed and pop went up all over my face. I tried wiping it away, but I didn’t know that all it did was smear my mascara. Andy and this guy named Jonathon sat in the seats behind us. Me and Becca played with our cell phones most of the way to the church, and for some reason, I couldn’t get butterflies out of my stomach. I had no idea way, and it was driving me nuts! Just because some dude I had been talking to online was sitting behind me? I could hear every word he said...every laugh...everything. I loved it. But I couldn't figure out why. What did it matter? It wasn't like I was in love with the guy.
When we got to the church, mostly everyone left right away, and me and Becca were getting all my stuff together, and waiting for her mom, Dawn, to pick us up. And I couldn’t figure out why on earth P.R. kept giving me weird looks. Of course, I was unaware that I had black streaks smeared all down my cheeks. After we got home, I went to the bathroom, and nearly screamed.
“BECCA!!!!! Why didn’t you tell me my mascara smeared?!?!” I yelled.
“I don’t know…sorry!” she said.
I sighed. I couldn't believe it! I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life. Oh well. There wasn’t anything I could do, and I highly doubted I would see anyone from the youth group again.
Installment One
The story I am about to tell you is not made up, is not some fiction I created in my mind. This story is about the people closest to me, the ones I love dearly. These are my true feelings, true conversations, true places, true people, true events. This story is real. This story is my life.
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I woke up with a start. Groping with my hand for the alarm clock, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over under the covers. “Why on earth did I set the alarm on a Saturday?” I asked myself. Then I remembered. It was the day I was going bowling! I jumped out of bed and proceeded to gather up my large pile of junk I really didn’t need but was bringing with me anyways. My best friend, Rebecca Cameron, had invited me to go out for pizza and bowling with her youth group. I was so excited! After we were done bowling, I was spending the night at her house. I mean come on! What could be better then having a night full of awesomeness, then staying up all night giggling about boys and the latest shopping spree and spreading high school and middle school gossip? And it was a chance to meet Andy, a guy I had added on Facebook that went to Becca’s youth group. Anyways, for some [annoying] reason, Becca found the whole idea largely amusing, and kept giggling about the idea. Woo hoo, I was meeting a teenage guy. Big deal. Yeah…I had never been more wrong in my entire life.
It all started in late October, early November sometime, when I got a random friend request from this guy named Andy Mehaffey on Facebook. When Becca got home from school that day, I called and asked her about it.
“Who is Andy Mehaffey?” I asked.
“He’s a boy from my youth group. Why? Did he add you?” She answered back.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, you should add him! He’s really nice and sweet!” Said Becca, giggling. “and he thinks you’re cute.”
At this my eyes got wide and I caught myself making a gasping sound.
“really? He really thinks that?”
“Haha, yup,” giggled Becca again.
“Oh…”
“But you should still add him! Like I said, he’s a really nice guy, and you two have like, a million things in common! You guys could be really good friends!”
“Ok ok, I’ll add him. Besides, you know I love meeting knew people,” I said.
At this, we started changing the subject, and talked about the normal girly things we always talked about. I then accepted the request, still slightly wary of the idea.
Later that night, I was watching “The Incredible Hulk”(ya know, the old TV series from the 70s. Really fake and cheesy), extremely excited and impatient to leave. The minutes seemed to drag on for hours. Man, I wish God had made time go faster on days like this! I went upstairs to get ready. I straightened my long, blond hair, put on my makeup(probably a little too heavy, now that I think about it), and changed my clothes. Then, I donned my fedora, grabbed my pile of stuff, and went downstairs.
“wow, you look like you’re going to some trendy teen youth event,” said my dad as I walked into the kitchen.
“What’s THAT suppose to mean?!” I questioned my father defensively.
“He just meant that you’re dressed differently and such, which is normal when you’re going somewhere,” said my mom, joining the conversation.
“Oh…ok,” I said.
“Just remember, if you see any boys looking at you, make funny faces at them and scare them off,” said my dad with a big grin. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. With that, we said goodbye to my dad, my mom explaining where we were going, and left.
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so this is all i have at the moment.....tell me if it's good or not. and sorry for any grammar errors, i really dont care if its "proper" or not.
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I woke up with a start. Groping with my hand for the alarm clock, I hit the snooze button and rolled back over under the covers. “Why on earth did I set the alarm on a Saturday?” I asked myself. Then I remembered. It was the day I was going bowling! I jumped out of bed and proceeded to gather up my large pile of junk I really didn’t need but was bringing with me anyways. My best friend, Rebecca Cameron, had invited me to go out for pizza and bowling with her youth group. I was so excited! After we were done bowling, I was spending the night at her house. I mean come on! What could be better then having a night full of awesomeness, then staying up all night giggling about boys and the latest shopping spree and spreading high school and middle school gossip? And it was a chance to meet Andy, a guy I had added on Facebook that went to Becca’s youth group. Anyways, for some [annoying] reason, Becca found the whole idea largely amusing, and kept giggling about the idea. Woo hoo, I was meeting a teenage guy. Big deal. Yeah…I had never been more wrong in my entire life.
It all started in late October, early November sometime, when I got a random friend request from this guy named Andy Mehaffey on Facebook. When Becca got home from school that day, I called and asked her about it.
“Who is Andy Mehaffey?” I asked.
“He’s a boy from my youth group. Why? Did he add you?” She answered back.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, you should add him! He’s really nice and sweet!” Said Becca, giggling. “and he thinks you’re cute.”
At this my eyes got wide and I caught myself making a gasping sound.
“really? He really thinks that?”
“Haha, yup,” giggled Becca again.
“Oh…”
“But you should still add him! Like I said, he’s a really nice guy, and you two have like, a million things in common! You guys could be really good friends!”
“Ok ok, I’ll add him. Besides, you know I love meeting knew people,” I said.
At this, we started changing the subject, and talked about the normal girly things we always talked about. I then accepted the request, still slightly wary of the idea.
Later that night, I was watching “The Incredible Hulk”(ya know, the old TV series from the 70s. Really fake and cheesy), extremely excited and impatient to leave. The minutes seemed to drag on for hours. Man, I wish God had made time go faster on days like this! I went upstairs to get ready. I straightened my long, blond hair, put on my makeup(probably a little too heavy, now that I think about it), and changed my clothes. Then, I donned my fedora, grabbed my pile of stuff, and went downstairs.
“wow, you look like you’re going to some trendy teen youth event,” said my dad as I walked into the kitchen.
“What’s THAT suppose to mean?!” I questioned my father defensively.
“He just meant that you’re dressed differently and such, which is normal when you’re going somewhere,” said my mom, joining the conversation.
“Oh…ok,” I said.
“Just remember, if you see any boys looking at you, make funny faces at them and scare them off,” said my dad with a big grin. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. With that, we said goodbye to my dad, my mom explaining where we were going, and left.
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so this is all i have at the moment.....tell me if it's good or not. and sorry for any grammar errors, i really dont care if its "proper" or not.
This Is Why I'm Here
ok so i know have two blogs. "why two blogs?" you may be asking. well, because it occurred to me, i am posting all my story here on blogger, and it would get really confusing and messy having to search for the next installment whilst shuffling through all my other ramblings. so this blog will be strictly for my writing, nothing more. make sense?
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