My heart beat could be heard on the 3rd floor. Every time I heard the smallest sound, I turned as fast as I could to see if it was him. Pacing back and forth in front of my door, tears blurring my vision, and a nervous smile on my face. I knew that in a matter of seconds, he would be walking up to the second floor of the Hampton Inn in Hope Hull, Alabama. I know that in a matter of seconds I would actually be meeting him.
Then I heard the sound of footsteps. I turned around and there he was. I couldn't breathe for a second or two, I'm sure of it. When I finally found composure in those first few seconds, it would have taken God himself to hold me back from running full speed towards him. Once my arms around his neck and my feet off the ground, it would have taken the jaws of life to pry me away. He set me down and I was too shocked to say anything. My first thoughts consisted of, "Oh my gosh. He is even better looking than I imagined. I hope I don't have something in my teeth. What is he thinking?!" It was perfect. "Hello," he told me. "Hi," was the only thing I could muster up. We stared at each other for a little while longer. "So.. wanna meet my mom?"
He took my hand. It was so much bigger than mine. We walked to my hotel room and I knocked on the door. "Mom, wanna meet someone?" I said. She wrapped her arms around him and I couldn't help but want to pinch the crap out of myself. It could not be real! After a picture or two, we were off to meet Bill.
Since the elevator was broken, we took the empty stairwell down to the first floor. Hand in hand we walked down, but before we could reach the ground, I stopped him. I just wanted to hug him. For a long, long time. I cried, just a little though. He still doesn't know that. I could have stayed there forever. The things going through my mind in those couple minutes in that stairwell was just a jumble of thoughts that summed up everything. I just kept thinking about how thankful I was to actually be there with him. I just kept thinking how blessed I was that my mom brought me all the way to see him. I just kept hoping that I wasn't suffocating him with my perfume.
When our moment was over, he brought me to his hotel room to meet his dad. Poor Mr. Bill was sick, but still shook my hand and asked me how the drive over was. After chatting with him for a minute, we went back to the stairwell, hand in hand again. As we walked through the hotel, I couldn't help but notice the people looking. I basked in the fact that people knew we were a couple. We sat and talked and hugged and talked and stared once in the stairwell. He sat like a little boy. Blushing, with his hands in his lap. When we hugged, I would always tell him how fast his heart was beating. When we'd look at each other for more than a few seconds, he would smile and look away. It. Was. Awesome. To know that I was making him nervous, was just amazing.
After some cuddlin', a slow dance, and an episode of Spongebob in his room, Mr. Bill, him, and I headed to Riverwalk Stadium to watch a Montgomery Biscuits game. He got a lemonade and I talked in my outside voice about something relating to that fact that we were a couple. When we walked away, I grabbed his hand. Mwahahaha. No one was leaving that stadium without knowing we were together. Before the game started, we went to the gift shop where I was presented with a stuffed biscuit from him. Only after I got a "jumbo" hot dog we went back to our seats to watch the game. It was a good game with the Biscuits taking the lead after a home run in the bottom of the 7th... I think. Get wrecked.
We went back to the hotel and cuddled up on the couch until we were rudely interrupted by the woman we like to call, "The Librarian" who would NOT leave us alone. We then went up to me and my mom's room, where we started watching Braveheart. 5 minutes into the movie, he was out. Promptly after, I fell asleep, too. At 6:30, my mom woke me up to tell me she was getting breakfast. I woke him up and we talked and took pictures and he asked me to be his girlfriend and all that good, normal stuff. We went down for breakfast shortly after and then took another hand inhand stroll through the hotel. We both knew time was running out and goodbye's would be coming soon. We went back to my mom's room where all my stuff was packed up. Realization that our trip was ending hit. The mascara started running down my face and onto his shirt. My mom cut in for a hug, which I was very reluctant to let go for. We went downstairs so I could say bye to Mr. Bill. We walked out the hotel for the last time together and a woman working behind the desk told us, "Good morning, love birds!" and the rest of the staff giggled, along with him and myself.
Out to my car we went. We loaded my stuff and I had to say goodbye. My friend Jaco told me about how she screamed the first time she had to let her boyfriend fly home. I understand now. When we were driving away, I had to make my mom stop so I could go give him one more hug. When I was forced back into the car and drove away, I cried a little while longer. It was harder than I thought it would be.
All in all, those 18 or so hours can surely be classified as THE best day and a half of my life. Taylor Andres has always been part of my life, but never physically. Once we met, it seemed like everything was right in the world. Of course we were nervous, I expected that much. What I didn't expect was how much I liked him. It was like everything fell into place and everything was perfect for that time. It opened doors for a future and now I have an OFFICIAL boyfriend. I'm so happy.
He got that super bass
Love & Creep,
Jess
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