Your post smells of coconut oil and chlorine, clean cotton and cucumber cubes floating in crockery bowls of yogurt - and cute boys!
OK, so sort of I ran out of alliteration at the end, but luckily there is still some advice left in the old crockery bowl.
The summer you are 15 only happens once.** Do not, I repeat DO NOT squander a single second of it on that boy. He is totally dunzo. He is the piece of Orbit gum someone gave you right before first period, and now it is almost lunchtime, the end of the Last Day of School, and you cannot stand to have the thing in your mouth another minute. Pretend to cough and under cover of one hand, remove him and stick him discreetly under the desk.
Why? He is not making you feel good. Now that you are 15, you are old enough to know that the real and true, secret and only reason to have boyfriends or crushes or fall in love is because it feels good. No, it feels better than good, better than wonderful.
That's it. That is all that is required of them, and when they cease to do that, your journey together is complete, and <<cough, cough>> under the desk they go!
Your journey, however, has just begun, whether you are 15 or 105, and the air is teeming with cute boys who are going to be psyched, stoked, soooo excited at the chance to do something as simple as take you to the movies, to some overpriced restaurant with gaudy decor and gaze into your eyes across a wow factor platter of seafood with an affected name and a worse sauce, take you to the beach and pretend it doesn't hurt when a Portuguese man o' war bites them in the foot, surprise you with bouquets of brightly colored flowers, write mortifyingly awful songs about you and oblige you to sit there, embarrassed and not sure what you are supposed to do while they sing them to you and play bad guitar. Every one of these boys wants to walk hand-in-hand with you, talking about everything and nothing, on heavy-aired nights that are way too hot for anybody to be out walking around. They want to come pick you up and mumble compliments about how amazing you look in your new tank top and eyeliner, even though they don't know they're new, or if they do, they won't admit it until they are sixty. They want you to watch them do their new skateboard tricks they learned just to impress you, even though they wrenched the hell out of their knee practicing. They want to hide behind trees making out with you, throw you into swimming pools and put you up on your shoulders and play chicken against their brother and his girlfriend even though you are all way too mature and sophisticated for stuff like that. They want to casually pull out little flasks of vodka and swagger a bit as they pour a little bit into your Sprite, but not too much "cause it's kinda strong," and then, with a bigger swagger, take a big swallow of it right out of the flask, so you'll know they are a Man of the World. They want to look at you with looks that make you feel a thousand different things at once, and all of them fabulous.
You are 15 now, and you have a certain responsibility to all those cute boys. It's their summer, too.
So buy those camis, stock up on eyeliner and let the cutest ones earn their place in the history books by sharing just a little bit of this special summer with you.
**Yeah, yeah, all summers only happen once but the summer you are 15 is an extremely important one, a seminal one. The things that happen this summer are the things you will be writing about for the next hundred years.
Last edited by ShimmaPuff; Jun 15th, 2008 at 09:25 PM.
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~Valeen~
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I completely agree with everything she said.
Uh oh...I think I may be more in danger of buying a Hermes saddle than a Birkin.......
