I don't even know why I made such a big deal over what to wear. I'm just going to give Caron his journal back, and he'll just give me mine. I took a shower, changed into a miniskirt, and a floral tank. I slipped into some flip flops, and braided my hair into a fishtail braid. I managed to fit in time to eat a sandwich for lunch before doing my make-up. Time flies when you're getting ready, and you want to look absolutely perfect. I can't believe it took 3 hours to shower, though I wish it didn't, get dressed, braid my hair, and put make-up on. I decided to write a note in Caron's journal to fill the hour. I'm pretty sure he doesn't mind.

June 14, 2024

Hey Caron. Sorry I read your journal. I couldn't help. It. Well, I guess you read mine too. Anyways, I wanted to write this note before I gave the journal back to you. You got me. Yes, I do kinda like you. I just didn't want to tell you face to face… Although that would've been better. This may seem a little nuts but, I think I may have started to like you when I was in like 8th grade. Probably not for real though. Then over the next few years, I realized I liked you. It's a little weird though since you're 2 and a half years younger than me, and the fact that you're friends with Shay. Do you really think that matters anyways? I mean, lots of celebrities date when they're like 2 or 3 years apart. Anyways, the point is, I just wanted to tell you this. I've been keeping it a secret for so many years, and if I hadn't seen you that day, I probably would've blurted this out to my friends. I don't like keeping many secrets, But this one… I just hope you understand.

Heather

I found that writing takes up so much time. I still don't think I put enough, but I need to leave. I grabbed my phone, my iPod, and the journal. It took a while to reach the garden through all the traffic, but I was determined to get my journal back. After circling the area for a few minutes, I found two parking spots. I sat on the hood, playing games on my phone, until Caron arrived.

"Wow, there's a lot of traffic here," said Caron.

"Yeah. How did you find me?" I ask.

"I was driving around, and I saw someone on top of a car. I drove closer and figured it was you." Caron helps me down from the car. He goes into his and takes my journal out.

"Here."

"Thanks. Um… here's yours." Caron takes his journal from me, and hands mine to me. Our hands brush against each other for a few seconds, and I swear my cheeks seemed to be hotter, in which I must have been blushing. I toss my journal in the glove compartment.

"Thanks. Well…" Yikes! I don't know what to say!

"Why don't we get something to eat? Maybe 75 Chestnut?" suggests Caron. I can't resist spending the night with him. I'm starting to think I may have real feelings for Caron.

"Sure." I say. We decide to walk down to the restaurant to avoid traffic. Caron strikes up another conversation along the way.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asks.

"Well, that was completely unexpected, but I don't know." I say. I guess I could believe that, but I'm not really one hundred percent sure. I did however, have a feeling Caron was going to ask me a question like this.

"I guess, but it depends on the person. I mean, if you suddenly love them right when you meet them, and they don't feel the same way about you, then what?"

"You'd be disappointed?" I say.

"Exactly. Of course, if it were a small crush, then it wouldn't be so bad. It hurts when it's someone you think you would live your life with."

"Yeah." That actually happened with me. I began to think about spending me life with him when I started high school. "So, when do you finish college?" I ask.

"We have an exam about info we learned on the trip, and then there's a week after that left."

"What are you doing during that week?"

"I just started cleaning out my dorm, but my roommates don't want it cleaned out yet. So, only most of my things are packed, and that really broken down foosball table gets left out." He answers.

"Foosball?" I say.

"I found it annoying over time. Now, when I'm trying to study, they play it. Since there's three of them, they argue who gets to play, or who will be the team of two." He answers.

"And you just go to the library?" I ask.

"Yup. But sometimes it's so late at night, I would end up hiding out in the bathroom as it's my last resort."

"That must be fun."

"Really? I recently found that it makes things worse. They want me to solve the problem, so the guys bang on the door like crazy."

"I've had it worse with Shay. Especially you've probably only roomed those guys for like six years." I respond, trying to make it seem like it wasn't such a big deal. Caron rolls his eyes playfully at me, and nudges my arm.

"I don't know about that. You seem to say Shay is much more annoying than me."

"Because I pretty much saw him every single day! You, I only saw like twice a month." I argue back. It was just a silly argument you'd have with a friend. Those types where you can't stop laughing over something so stupid.

"What about Math Team, and the times at the band concerts?"

"Well…" Caron wins that round since he had a point. "Remember when we ended up on the same team for that competition?"

When I got my paper with the team members and rounds, I only saw the team number. Caron gets his, and I see the same team number on there. The names were on the papers too.

Heather

Caron

Breanne

"Heather, how are we on the same team?" Caron asks me annoyed.

"You tell me!" We both roll our eyes at each other, and turn away.

"Oh God, that was like a nightmare that time." Caron replies.

"Call me crazy, but I had a weird feeling we were gonna be on the same team. I don't know how or why, but I just did."

"Maybe you're a psychic." Caron jokes. He's not the first to say that to me though. Shay and my parents also joke about it.

"Yeah right. Hey, we're here." I say. Inside, a waiter brings us to a table, and we order our drinks and meals. Caron starts looking at the stand up display with the monthly specials. I snatch it out of his hands and put it back.

"Hey! What was that for?" he complains.

"We're not here to stare at dessert ads you know."

"Then why do they have them?"

"Because other people like to stare at them. Anyways, you never told me why you had a foosball table."

"We got really bored sitting around in the dorm after a few years, so one of the guys went to some random store and bargained for it. I don't know how he did it, but it was pretty impressive. We just added some double-sided tape on the edges one day as a prank, and it was hilarious." Caron explains to me. Oh, boys and their crazy ideas.

"And I'm guessing you just put paper on it after that?" I ask.

"Nope, glitter. Took a while, but it worked." I cracked up. Glitter in the boys' room made me think of how badly I wanted to sprinkle glitter in my brother's room.

"I don't know what to say." I say, trying to hold in my laughing. Only Caron's I know what you're thinking face wasn't helping.

"You think it's funny don't you." I giggled a little more, giving away that answer.

"Oh, stop trying to be goofy. You know it doesn't work on me." I said trying to deny the fact that I honestly think it's hilarious.

"Really? I think it's working alright." We spent a while talking about anything Caron knew would make me laugh, and I wished he didn't continue trying to do just that while we were eating. Caron suggested we go to the park for a little bit, and I decided to go with him. He sun was just starting to set, and there weren't many people at the fountain pool. We took our shoes off and sat at the edge, where a few frogs had made their way in.

"You know what I find annoying?" I nod my head. "All throughout college all the girls would fight over me. It was funny at first, but over time, I ended up ignoring them."

"Well, when did you get contacts?"

"Two years ago? That's when the girls started ignoring me."

"Well, I guess they found you cuter with glasses." I reply. Wait, what am I saying?

"Judging by that, you think I'm not cute right now. My glasses are in the car if you want me-" I roll my eyes at Caron, and splash water at him. He smirks as he splashes back at me.

"Please, there is no way on Earth that's true."

"I guess it'd be too crazy if you hated me for all these years, and then you just suddenly think I'm hot."

"Uh huh, that's exactly why," I say sarcastically. "How did you ever figure that out?" Caron dips his hand in the water, and splashes more on me. I return that favor, and we embark on a mission to soak each other; Well almost. As I rushed from the edge, Caron tried to carry a handful of water, which leaked through his fingers. We just allowed ourselves to act like we were still in middle school again, chasing each other throughout the park.

"Ok, I give up!" he shouts to me. I cautiously return to him with my hands out for self-defense. I grab his to prevent him from doing anything ridiculous to me, but he uses that advantage to pull me close.

"Hmm, you're the last person I'd expect to give up on something."

"Crazy things happen all the time." He began to lean in, but I wasn't sure about this. I slightly tilted my head down.

"I, I really need to go back to my apartment."

"Yeah, I need to go too," Caron says, somewhat blushing. We walk back to our cars, and any conversations started quickly died out. Before we hopped in, we hugged goodbye. Itwasn't as awkward as I thought it would be though.

"I guess I'll see you later," I say.

"Yeah, you too."

As I drove back, thoughts ran in circles in my head. Is this all just in my head or am I really falling for Caron?

Ok, I'm so sorry that I have not updated in such a long time, and I hope you understand. Let's just say 8th grade is a pain in the neck. I hope I can update soon too.