It’s strange how peaceful the night is. I swear; I’m one of the most nocturnal people you’ll ever meet. Stay up ’til somewhere around four in the AM. No wonder I’m always sleeping in class. After what happened in first period, last Monday, it might be a good idea to try and stay awake.

I just like the nighttime so much better. No one else is awake, and you just get the time to yourself. To think or do whatever. Right now, I’m just sitting in my desk chair, spinning around in circles. (Oh, like there’s anything else to do. I think not.) Relaxin’ in some boxer shorts and an old wife beater. It’s about two in the morning, right now. I can stay up as late as I want without worry though, seeing as how it’s Friday. Well, if it’s two in the morning, I guess that would make it Saturday.

Saturday…I guess that means Spence and I have been officially together for a week. Y’know I’ve never really cared so much about how long I’ve been with another person, but this…I don’t know. It’s just different for some reason. A week and everything’s great. We haven’t fought over anything, yet. Well, I mean, nothing major.

I never get tired of seeing her. Every time we touch, my stomach does little flips. And every time we kiss…I melt. It’s pure bliss, seriously. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to touch all of her, taste all of her. I sit awake at night and just imagine how our first time’s gonna be. I’ve been playing different scenarios in my mind even before we got together. That started around sometime after my documentary and her entry about her first time. Some farm boy back in Ohio that she "loved". And in a barn, no less! I mean really…how sick is that? God, I’d treat her so much better, and it wouldn’t end before it began like it had that time for her. No way.

I just remember rewinding and re-watching her entry for hours on end. She looked beautiful in black and white. And every time I watched it became more aware to me that there was some hidden message in that last bit she said. After what she said about her crying after it had all been over. Yeah, after that. I still remember the words perfectly: I wish I could have a new first time. With someone I really do love…who gets me.