So Sad

Friday was supposed to be so much fun.

Pep rally.
Dance team performances.
Field Show.
Pay day.
Aeropostale coming home.

Well...the pep rally was good. The dance team sucked; the speaker/PA system thing sucked, so we couldn't hear if the music was playing or not. Oh, plus the dumbass announcer started our introduction before the band was even off the field....and most of the girls in dance are also in band and had to do a massive outfit change. The field show was okay. Except for when the trumpets went 10 yards to the right rather than 5 yards to the left. Who even knows how the hell that happened. I got paid which was great.

And then after half-time I called Aeropostale to see if he was coming to the game. He didn't know. So I was standing with a few of my friends. Then I looked over and saw him. I walked over and grabbed him from behind.
He wouldn't hug or kiss me. Then I was joking around about the incredibly sweet voicemail he left me. Then he started laughing and he told me it WASN'T him.

I was pissed.
Here's why:
He's been at college for a month and a half. He has called me ONCE. Literally. One time...and that one time was at 11:00 when I was sleeping.
The other day I was laying in bed and my phone started ringing his special ring tone (yeah I'm dumb). I was so excited. But when I answered the phone I could hear him in the background and then it went dead. When I called back he said his friend thought it would be funny to call me.
Same thing with the message.

So I stormed off, but all my friends had already left, so I just came back and stood behind him with a pouty face.
Then I yelled at him about how this guy Mike has called me more times than my actual boyfriend has.

He asked if I wanted to break up.
Uggghh.

We talked a little more, but all his friends were leaving so he was going too. He turned to go and I was just like, "NO kiss?" That was seriously the maddest kiss ever.

He said he would call me Saturday. I ended up calling him...and then he called me back 2 hours later.

I went over to his house and he like attacked me with hugs and kisses. We stood infront of his door just kissing for who knows how long. We talked a lot. He's so sweet. I just get mad that he doesn't call me ever. But I know he loves me.

I'm glad we didn't have an actual fight. I just yelled at him. I feel like a jerk. I only got to see him for a couple hours and I spent part of that time mad at him.

I love him.