Authors Note: Sorry it's taken me this long to write another chapter. I was
thinking of not continuing this story but I've gotten so many more lovely
reviews that I expected (seeing as I didn't expect anyone to read it) that
I guess I'll go on.
Happy New Years is right. Not happy at all.
My new years resolution was to stop with god damn obsession once and for all.
Do you know how long it took me to break that resolution?
Guess.
An hour and a half.
Only a fucking hour and a half.
That has to be a record.
That's what happens when you drink three glasses of champagne. Next thing I know I'm looking at a picture of him. I must have stared at it for an hour at least.
Then I realized what I was doing. But it was already too late....
Chapter 3
My mom and I have an interesting relationship. We're very close. We talk about everything. I can tell her everything. Except when it comes to boys.
My mom has a very interesting, and I'm sure very thought out, theory on boys. This theory is that if she hasn't seen them in flesh and blood - they don't exist.
Meaning guys in movies, actors as it were, do not exist.
If she asks you who you like and you say to her "oh I thought so and so was very cute in such and such" she immediately gets very defensive and says...and I quote: "Well, but he's not a REAL boy."
Now I'm pretty sure and tell me if I'm wrong here that most actors are REAL boys.
Exactly what is a FAKE boy may I ask?
Anyway, because of this theory my mother does not approve of having crushes on actors.
Or at least not one's she hasn't already approved as crush worthy.
There's your problem right there.
You see, my mom and I have a slightly different taste in guys. Not only that, but, as with the guy on which this very story revolves around, I tend to fall for a guy because of his personality...
...and learn to live with his looks later.
Luckily my mom is also not very err...perceptive.
So she hasn't noticed yet.
Which is good.
Seeing as I'm much past my one year anniversary.
But at the time it was very hard, because her "prejudice" meant I couldn't show any of my affections.
And that just sucked.
I couldn't go out and rent his movies and I couldn't have any pictures of him lying around.
Oh well I did have a necklace.
A necklace with his name on it that I made.
I don't wear it anymore though because I tend to get death glares from her if I do.
She gave me hell for making it, but I eventually convinced her that it was not referring to him but was an inside joke between my friends and I.
Which wasn't a complete lie.
I hate that necklace.
Maybe if I had never made it, everything would have been different.
Maybe it wouldn't have gotten so bad...
...so fast.
Maybe I would have stopped loving him so much.
Maybe Aurora never would have....
Happy New Years is right. Not happy at all.
My new years resolution was to stop with god damn obsession once and for all.
Do you know how long it took me to break that resolution?
Guess.
An hour and a half.
Only a fucking hour and a half.
That has to be a record.
That's what happens when you drink three glasses of champagne. Next thing I know I'm looking at a picture of him. I must have stared at it for an hour at least.
Then I realized what I was doing. But it was already too late....
Chapter 3
My mom and I have an interesting relationship. We're very close. We talk about everything. I can tell her everything. Except when it comes to boys.
My mom has a very interesting, and I'm sure very thought out, theory on boys. This theory is that if she hasn't seen them in flesh and blood - they don't exist.
Meaning guys in movies, actors as it were, do not exist.
If she asks you who you like and you say to her "oh I thought so and so was very cute in such and such" she immediately gets very defensive and says...and I quote: "Well, but he's not a REAL boy."
Now I'm pretty sure and tell me if I'm wrong here that most actors are REAL boys.
Exactly what is a FAKE boy may I ask?
Anyway, because of this theory my mother does not approve of having crushes on actors.
Or at least not one's she hasn't already approved as crush worthy.
There's your problem right there.
You see, my mom and I have a slightly different taste in guys. Not only that, but, as with the guy on which this very story revolves around, I tend to fall for a guy because of his personality...
...and learn to live with his looks later.
Luckily my mom is also not very err...perceptive.
So she hasn't noticed yet.
Which is good.
Seeing as I'm much past my one year anniversary.
But at the time it was very hard, because her "prejudice" meant I couldn't show any of my affections.
And that just sucked.
I couldn't go out and rent his movies and I couldn't have any pictures of him lying around.
Oh well I did have a necklace.
A necklace with his name on it that I made.
I don't wear it anymore though because I tend to get death glares from her if I do.
She gave me hell for making it, but I eventually convinced her that it was not referring to him but was an inside joke between my friends and I.
Which wasn't a complete lie.
I hate that necklace.
Maybe if I had never made it, everything would have been different.
Maybe it wouldn't have gotten so bad...
...so fast.
Maybe I would have stopped loving him so much.
Maybe Aurora never would have....