The Kevin Story

Alright, so anyone seen Fargo? ...ever? Well, for those of you who have, do you remember the really awkward Chinese guy who liked the main character? No? Okay, then, never mind.

A foreign exchange student from China was privileged to be part of our small town for a school year. I, however, was "privileged" to deal with all the awkwardness of both another culture and language barriers, and a rich momma's boy who tried to be sweet.
His name was Kevin Fu. (Teacher: "How do you spell your last name, Kevin?" Kevin: "F-U...heh") No one can pronounce his first name, so it's Kevin for us English folks. I talked to him a few times to be friendly, but luckily for me, Kevin didn't get awkward till towards the end of the year.
First encounter in which I thought he saw me pick a wedgie:
Me (thinking) "Did he just see that? Why's he looking at me?"
Kevin: "Your hair is cute today."
Me: "Uh... thanks, Kevin!"

Kevin: "Your hair is r(something inaudible) today"
Me: "Huh?"
Kevin "Your hair is rad today."
Me (thinking) "Aw, cute! he's trying to use cool words!"
(then out loud) "Thanks."
Kevin: "you can really see the color when it's straight."
Me (thinking) "OOOOOH! RED!"
(out loud) "Thanks."

Kevin: "Are you going with anyone to prom?"
Me: "Um... I'll probably be going with my boyfriend."
Kevin: "oh."

At Prom...
Me and Tim were talking with a friend. Kevin walks up and says right out, "You look very beautiful." I could only say "Um, thanks!" and then he made it worse with a "-I mean the dress and the hair and everything--it's just so beautiful." After another "thanks" and an awkward silence, he abruptly handed his camera to Tim and asked him to take a picture of me and Kevin together. I was glad he only danced with my friends and not with me.

Towards the end of the year, we were allowed to sign up for partners to walk with at graduation. I thought about asking one of my closer guy friends to walk, and it'd be all sentimental because we were in school forever together in all the "'special'" classes and whatnot, but I decided not to after thinking that I'd just wait till someone asked.
The next day, Kevin walked up to me and said, "Will you go to graduation with me?"
I said I would and didn't regret it till a while later when he gave me a buttload of gifts from China. The whole class was crowded around me before he gave it to me, and the two other girls in the class said, "Where's my present, Kevin?" There was a card, but I forgot about it till right before track practice.
"SHOW ME THE CARD!" my friend Mirtill said. I had forgotten about it, so I hurried to get it open. It was a cute little card with a flower that said "I LOVE YOU" underneath it, in smaller print, it read, "Making love was just for fun" Needless to say, the locker room was filled with whatever noise that's appropriate for such an occasion.
By the time graduation came along, I was already regretting my decision of walking with Kevin. I had to sit in the back of the class in a near empty row, while my friends were in the front. It went okay, though, except for right before we went out to the gym.
It was necessary to line up and walk through the back halways to get there, and a sappy teacher who will remain nameless said, "Now we will take our last walk through the halls of HHS. You can walk by your partner and share all the memories you've had..."
Imediately, a this thought went through my head:
"Hey, Kevin! Remember the time you accidentally gave me a card that implied we had SEX?! Yeah, that was GREAT!"

Now for a REAL post!

So I've been at camp lately, but I won't be there as much this summer. I took off this week for a break, and I've enjoyed it so far. First, I showed my little brother a little of what a social life as a teenager ought to be...

One day, I took my brother with me so he could get out of the house. He's a good kid, and it's not like it's hard for him to make friends or anything; he just prefers to stay at home on his computer sometimes. We met up with some friends and he paid seven bucks to see Kung Fu Panda, a movie he thought was going to be stupid(It wasn't so bad, though). I almost said, "Joel, when you get a boyfriend, you won't have to pay for things as much." Instead, I told him to be happy to pay for only himself. I felt it only right to buy him dinner later at the mall. Some of my friends live next door to the mall. They know all the fun things to do there, and believe me, there are a lot. We also got soapy and made a slip'n'slide... not at the mall, at their house. I brought Joel home past midnight, way later than he's used to staying up, and felt like a good big-sister, even if he wished he had more sleep that night.
Yesterday, I was at my significant other's house. Let's just call him... Timmy. We made cookies. I brought all the ingredients, and we had to use a Glad storage container and a fancy serving spoon for tools because well, I'd say Tim knows his way around his kitchen only a little more than I know my way around his kitchen. We watched the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III and laughed at how April O'Neil's full-length Japanese soldier outfit turned into a ridiculous short skirt by the end of the movie. When siblings got loud upstairs, we retired to the coldest part of the house, the floor of the basement. I don't remember how it started, but we ended up playing a random game of Truth or Dare. Tim got to hear the worst parts about being a girl, and I was forced to pick my nose (only daring him to lick my finger in return). It was then that it really hit me.
"Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"You're my best friend... did you know that?"
"Yeah. You're mine."
He'd never take the place of my girls, and he knows that, but I remember now why I picked him out. Though a lot of guys like to be funny, not many would be willing to put up with being silly all the time.

Why?

So a long time back, I had one of them xanga contraptions. I kinda liked it, because it was simple and I could write a lot in it. It got unpopular when myspace came around which in turn got unpopular when facebook came along, but there's not a good place to write in those. It's all "Janie is no longer listed as single! ...hey, everybody! Janie is no longer listed as single!" anyway, I still wrote some in my xanga. Just because the whole idea of a deserted website was intriguing, even though it's not deserted really. It's like... when one area on the playground in grade school was the cool place to hang out for a while, it was SO full of kids, and then the really cool kids found a new place to play, and everyone decided that was way cooler. I was the kid who liked to go back to the "cool" places and hang out. I'd love it because the place wasn't any less cool, it just was empty, and sometimes I liked that.

Anyway, so I decided instead of being a total loser and hanging out by myself when I write, I'll share my ideas with you guys and then I could get feedback and read your stuff too.