It all began in June of 2003. I had planned on that summer becoming one of the best in my life. Those plans did not include meeting a boy or having a boyfriend, period. This was the summer after my Junior year in high school. I have to admit, to this day, Junior year was the most fun year I've ever had. {It was C.R.A.Z.Y.} I had spent the majority of my middle school days and high school career moving from boyfriend to boyfriend. After a bad break-up early in Junior year, I decided to enjoy the "single" life. It sure proved to be fun! (I will admit, the one thing I miss about being single is being able to *flirt*!) That summer, I had planned on enjoying time with friends by basking in the summer sun during the day and doing God knows what at night.
The summer of 2003 also brought along a three week backpacking trip {"summer camp"} to Hawaii. This was the most amazing trip I've EVER been on! Think hiking to existing lava flows, learning to surf, living on a catamaran for 3 days, sleeping under the stars on the beach {while ants crawled all over you in the morning!}, hiking {with a 100 lb. pack} for 8 hours straight, and much more! After spending {a short} three days at home relishing in the memories of my trip, I boarded another plane destined for Cabo San Lucas, Mexico with my parents and a good friend for a weeklong vacation. This vacation couldn't top that of Hawaii, but we sure had a ton of fun! We met boys from Canada, London and Arizona and had fun hanging out with them all week. Because I was gone for such a large part of the summer, I didn't have a summer job that year. That meant the remainder of the summer was spent relaxing and enjoying be a "kid."
My amazing summer plans ended up becoming a reality, with the exception of one. One late evening early in June, I ended up stopping by a friend's graduation Open House. The Open House had turned into a party hours before I arrived, so I was greeted by many drunken high schoolers. I decided to make my rounds and ended up meeting a few new people along the way. Shortly after I had arrived, the party came to an abrupt end. The boy's mom had not planned on this many teenagers partying at her house and wanted all the drunken strangers to go home. My friend and I began making our way down the front walk towards my Jeep, when we were stopped by a group of boys. I'm not sure what the conversation was about, but I do remember being introduced to a few new {very drunk} boys.
We drove away in my Jeep with the windows down and music blasting. The evening ended when I dropped my friend off and then went to spend the night with one of my best friends from 2nd grade. As we were falling asleep, I told my friend, "I met this boy tonight..."
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