She was beautiful. They'd left that out, on purpose, it seemed. They'd said it causally. "Yeah, Dave's ex is going to be there", "Yeah, Dave's ex". And I had wondered about her. Having heard so much about her from Dave's current girlfriend, my best friend. So off, the two of us went, my best friend and I, to the party on that fateful day.
We got there, we hung out with our boyfriends. We were all sort of sitting in this room when they came in. The moment I had been waiting for. There were these two really cute girls, the taller of which was, Dave's ex. The moment I saw her she was no longer Dave's ex. She was "Who's THAT?" That was Ellie. And she was beautiful. And even though I thought so then, as it turns out I would find her even more beautiful later.
It wasn't until a few months later that we really got to talking. As it turned out I'd ended up going out with the other girl for a while that summer. Ellie and I had only talked a few times but for some reason I really wanted to talk to her. It really bothered me that she was never available but I couldn't talk to my girlfriend about it because she would get jealous. Maybe she sensed something about how much I liked Ellie that I barely knew myself.
The summer ended and my girlfriend brutally dumped me. No real reason just…dumped me. Which was depressing…I was having a pretty hard time getting over it. They decided to have the sequel to the party I'd met her at and I decided not to go. I was talking online to the person who's parents were giving the party and as we were talking she mentioned "Yeah Ellie's here" My response to this was, I hope, a more subtle version "Oh my goodness go away so I can talk to Ellie!" So we started talking and she was incredibly sweet. I found my self really infatuated with her. It was incredible, like some one had chucked a brick at my head and made me come to the aching realization: "I REALLY LIKE THIS GIRL." We talked for a while and she started to hint at things but it got really confusing. I couldn't figure out if she liked me back so finally just gave up and said, "I like you. Do you like me too?" She took a horrendously long time to answer. I went into panic mode and started apologizing and planning to run away from home and hide in the forest until she'd forgotten me but finally she answered, "I like you too"
We talked all night. She was just about the sweetest person I'd ever met. The next day I couldn't stop thinking about her. And the day after that. And the day after that...You get the idea. We started talking all the time. One day we made plans to meet at my house. I was nervous all day. I showered and got dressed and had everything clean by eight AM. Unfortunately she wouldn't be coming until two…I sat and I waited. Finally two came and she still hadn't come. 2:05…2:10. I started to get worried? What if she hated me? What if she was somewhere laughing at me for thinking she would come. But she was sweet…and loving…and I don't think she would…
DING DONG
The doorbell interrupted my thoughts. She's here! I opened the door and there she was. So beautiful. She was tall. She had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Normally I'm into brunettes but her hair was beautiful. Her eyes were beautiful too. Deep blue which made my heart feel light when I looked into them, that let you see into her soul and shone with love and sweetness.
She smiled at me. I tried to smile but I just grinned. We went down to the basement. We talked for a while and then started a movie. We sat sort of far apart. I guess she may have been nervous. I couldn't tell because I was so nervous myself. I felt so weird as if she couldn't possibly like me. I'm so much more awkward looking than she is. Maybe it came from being younger. On the very edge of my teen years, I was still short but my ands and feet were big. I guess I could be called cute. Since so many people do. I'm only 5'2'' and sort of chubby. Apparently my cuteness stems from a dog-like appearance. But sitting next to her I felt like cuteness didn't cut it. She was too beautiful.
