Since Molly didn't fill you in on all the middle school type drama that's been going on, I will.
First of all, I have been continuing to violate Dave's privacy. I know, I know, I'm a terrible person. But it's just so hard, because everything that he has been saying so far is exactly what I want to hear. He loves me like a sister. I was amazing on jazz night. He really wanted to see me and Julian together. He never really felt much for Kaylah, and he regrets that whole thing. And, perhaps most importantly, he has a rather all-consuming and pathetic crush on Molly, but is all nervous because he thinks he is too shy to handle it and doesn't know what he's doing.
I got pretty excited when I first read that Molly's feelings were mutual. I had been suspecting it, but you know, it was right there, in writing. Then the next day at school I couldn't figure out how it hadn't been completely obvious to me - lately he has been talking about her way too often for it to be inconspicuous at all. It actually wasn't long after I read his diary that he confessed to me online, in the process, complaining that he was too shy to handle it and didn't know what he was doing. I told him that she liked him. He said, "What, really? Wow!"
This is when I made my final decision not to go to prom. It wasn't the only reason I decided not to go to prom, mind you. Here is my full list:
- I don't like dancing.
- I can hang out with these people any time I want.
- I hate shopping. I don't want to have to buy a dress.
- Forty-five more dollars of my money (not to mention dress and other crap) would be going towards things that aren't new instruments.
- The line to buy tickets is fricking long. I hate crowds and waiting and never really have much time to waste after school.
- I essentially have never had a real date for this thing.
- Molly and Dave deserve to be left alone.
So I called Molly and told her that I am not going to prom. She got relatively upset, but more or less accepted my descision after I explained it. I also told her that he liked her. Her reaction was essentially, "What, really? Wow!" She then complained to me that she is too shy to handle this and doesn't know what she's doing.
Twenty minutes or so later, I got a call from Alicia. Alicia yelled at me for a while, and provided every reason she could think of for why I HAD to go to prom. She said that she would find me a date if it killed her, that you don't have to dance, that I looked so pretty in those dresses she saw me in when she took me shopping. (None of them fit at all.) When I basically said, "No. Bye Alicia," she said "This conversation isn't over! I'm in your lunch tomorrow!"
The next day, Dave was all, "Wait, so does Molly know? Does she know that I know? How much does Alicia know? Does anybody else know?" (Side note: Alicia recently called up Kaylah and told her that if she ever attempted to contact Dave again, she would personally break both of her legs. I'm... kind of glad that someone did it.) I pointed out that this whole situation is extremely middle-schooly. He said that since he didn't get to be middle-schooly in middle school, he had every right to be middle-schooly now.
"You weren't middle-schooly in middle school?"
"Do you remember what I did every day at lunch?"
"Um... Played magic cards?"
"Exactly."
At lunch, after Julian and I came back from practicing for the caberet (more about that later) Alicia immediately said something to the effect of, "So Julian, where are you getting your tux for prom?"
He didn't respond. He looked at RJ, as if trying to remember something. "RJ, what were we going to do for prom?"
"Oh yeah, we were going to do something... I can't remember..."
"What were we... Oh yeah, we were going to not go."
"Oh yeah, hey." Alicia threw something in their general direction.
She walked next to me as we left the cafeteria. "I will get you to go, and I will get you a date, and it will be him, and I'll do it if I have to break both of your legs to get you there!"
"Is it just me, or has Alicia recently crossed the line between funny and freaking scary?"
"What do you mean?"
"She's threatened to break six legs in the past twenty-four hours."
"Um... I'm kind of glad she did that to Kaylah, actually."
(It's not just Alicia who's upset about this, by the way - random acquaintances and strangers are now yelling at me for not going to prom. Why are people so ferocious about this? It's just a dance, jeez.)
That night, we had a conversation during which I gave him moral support while he tried to dial her number without hanging up halfway through. We compared stalker notes. He was also acting pretty weird and making these random confessions, among them that he had a crush on me the entire time I was dating Adam, and that he found my diary, but did not read any entries. This, in case you have noticed and were wondering, is why I have gone favorites only. I figure I might go back to public after a while, once I figure that he has probably discovered that I have gone favorites only and has given up on even the idea of reading anything.
Anyway, although I do have concerns about this situation, (namely, am I going to be able to hang out with you guys at the same time anymore? Ever?) It is one of the most adorable things that I have ever witnessed. Especially since they are both so happy now. And confused. They are both very happy and confused, and it is adorable. That is my final word on that.
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