This is a true story, still going on.
I'm changing the names, emphasising things, and writing it down.
None-the-less, it's about my crush and I.
I will update as more things happen.

Introduction:
Hey. I'm Ali, 12.5 years old.
I've been liking someone since I can remember, and over the summer we finally hit it off.
I never thought I could be happier.
I was simply the happiest, luckiest girl on earth.
"I'm sort of breaking up with you, I can't take this." The email read.
Tears were already burning, and I could feel my heart breaking.
Two months later, I still sat alone. Crying my eyes out and wondering what I did wrong.
I hated the fact that seventh grade started the next day, and I was still questioning if living was worth it.
I had band on the first day, and thought about spending the whole time in the bathroom, not wanting to see anyone's face. No one, and nothing could cheer me up.
Then I met him.

Chapter One:
"Welcome to seventh and eighth grade band!" My band teacher, Mr. Nell, introduced.
I stood there akwardly, with all my binders crammed under one arm.
I looked around desperately for a seat, but failed to find anything vacant.
"Pull up the piano bench! We do it all the time!" Three girls said, smiling at me.
I put down my stuff, and obeyed.
I knew two of them from a fourth of July party over the summer.
"Hi." I said softly, as they greeted me back.
Mr. Nell's voice was drowned in the chit-chat of summer memories.
"I love your shoes!" The shortest, Sarah, commented to the tallest one.
"I know, right?! I got them on sale!" Replied Gabby, admiring her feet.
"Ohmigosh, that shade of red is SO pretty on your toes!" Pointed out the third, Nicole.
"Thanks! I thought it would contrast nicely with my sandles!" Gabby agreed.
They all turned their heads to the side, commenting eachothers outfits.
I slapped my hand to my forehead, and looked towards the boys.
Noah, nothing new. I've known him since third grade.
Chris, just another band boy.
Kellin, Spazzing out like usual.
Nick, flipping through our new music.
Adam, rambling on about something.
Then I saw him.
His dark blue eyes staring back into my green/grey eyes.
With a small motion, he flipped his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes, and smiled.
My heart fluttered.
I suddenly felt like everything would be okay.
Living WAS worth it.

Chapter Two:
That Friday, I sat in the cafeteria with my three best friends.
"The band is so much bigger now!" My friend, Heather, commented.
"I know!" My other best friend Sarah agreed.
"Not for me..." I replied.
"Well. The percussion section is small to begin with!" My final friend, Erica, explained.
I shrugged, and opened my lunch box.
"I like the eighth graders in band. It's more fun than just 7th." I admitted.
"There must be a guy." Heather assumed, nodding.
" shut up." I muttered, turning red.
"So it's true?" Erica asked, leaning in.
"Jeez! I thought you guys would know by now that Ali can't go a day in her life without liking a guy!" Sarah joked, then looked to me. I narrowed my eyes.
"Who is he?" She asked.
"I don't like anyone!" I covered.
"Rightttt." Erica agreed sarcastically.
"FINE! I just think Cole is cute." I blurted out.
They nodded, then went back to lunch.

Later that night, I had Youth Group.
Youth Group is a group of 7/8 graders that have pizza, and do activities with my local church.
"Hey, it'd be funny if Cole was there." Erica said on the phone.
"Yeah. Right. Like Cole's going to be there." I laughed, as we pulled into the church parking lot.
"He could be!"
"I gotta go." I said, and hung up.
"Welcome to youth group! This is new for the seventh graders, but it's just like Kids Club!" Introduced Lisa, the woman who ran the activities there, and was also the minister.
"Not everyone's here yet, so let's play a game."

We ended up playing a game where the group was divided in two.
The two groups sat apart, with a sheet in between them, hiding the other group's face.
Sarah and Heather were on my team, along with a couple other kids I knew.
Heather volunteered to go first. The blanket dropped and she had to shout out the person's name before they shouted hers. She failed, and sheepishly scooted back over to our side.
I hid behind my group members, praying I wouldn't get chosen.
"Ali! Two new boys joined the other group. Cole and Joe. REMEMBER!" Heather advised.
I nodded, and repeated the names in my head.
I should've known.
"Ali! You haven't been up!" Lisa smiled, pointing to the open spot.
I lowered my head, and sat down on the carpet.
Before I could repeat the names once more, the blanket dropped.
I was face to face with the blonde haired, blue eyed, boy I had come to know as Cole.
We both sat there, our eyes wide, staring at eachother.
"COLE!" I shrieked, pointing a finger at him.
He smiled, and joined our side.

"Well. That was fun." Lisa said five minutes later, "Now before we eat. Let's do our prayer. Circle up!"
We all joined in a circle, with hustle and bustle of who was standing next to who.
"I'm standing next to my best friend Ali!" My guy friend Sean said, standing close to me.
"Greatt." I said sarcastically. Thankfully, he moved to my other side.
I found myself standing next to Cole.
He was wearing a dark, striped sweatshirt.
"Hold hands!" Lisa instructed.
I grabbed Sean's hand, and reached down for Cole's.
His hand was facing right, mine left.
We switched, my hand was facing right....his facing left.
"Sorry." He laughed.
His hand was back facing right, mine left.
"UGH!" I laughed back, my hand facing right...
his left.
We were both bright red, laughing, while the group watched us.
Finally, our hands met.
Half way into the prayer, he started swinging our hands.
I looked up and he smiled.
I felt safe.

AAHH!!! I love it!!

I wish this would happen with my crush! Can't wait for more!!

awe
thats so fairy tale like
loves ali

=D

You should make a book on your like as a 12 year old (:

LOVE IT!
Gawd; I wish something that ahhmazing would happen to me!!

Hey!
I created a new account, so I hope ya don't mind if I keep writing this.
I'll fill you in on what happened.

December 24th:
"ALI! CALL ME NOW. I HAVE NEWS." My friend, Amanda's voice rang over the answering machine.
I picked up my cell phone, and dialed her number.
"Hello?" She answered abruptly.
"Hey, it's Ali. What's the news?" I asked, something about her voice worried me.
"Do you want me to tell you now, on Christmas Eve? It's kind of sad."
"Sure, I want to know." I answered, half meaning it. I would get over it, right?
"Okay. Well.... apparently Rachael told Julie, who told me, to tell you that Cole changed his mind, and said yes to Rachael."
My heart sank.
"What?" I asked, my voice about to crack.
"Yeah. I'm really sorry." She sounded genuinely apologetic, for once.
"That's okay." I lied.
"Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.
"I'll be fine. I, uh, gotta go baby proof the house. Bye!"
With a click, the moment was over.
It took a moment for it to sink in, and when it did, it drowned.
"WHY. WHY. WHY. I THOUGHT HE LIKED ME. ME, NOT RACHAEL. HE SAID NO TO HER ALREADY. WHY?! WHY ON CHRISTMAS EVE. WHY RUIN MY HOLIDAYS!? I THOUGHT HE LIKED ME, I THOUGHT HE LIKED ME, I thought he liked me.." I screamed, tears running down my cheeks, as I threw pillows around my room.
I didn't know what to do.
Whether to believe Amanda, or not.
To tell someone, or keep it inside.
Who to call, who to email, what to do.
So I laid down.
In the middle of my floor, on my stomach, crying.
"Dad, where's mom?" I demanded, waltzing downstairs.
"She's out. What's the matter with you?" He asked, showing no concern.
"Nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing."
"THE GUY I AM IN LOVE WITH IS FLIPPIN' GOING OUT WITH SOME SLUT." I yelled, and ran back upstairs.
I gathered my two-foot stuffed squirrel (early present) and stared at the floor.
An hour later, I still sat on my bed. Mezmerized by the floor, clutching my squirrel.
The door opened a crack.
In hopped my white rabbit.
"Kasper!" I gasped, and held him tightly, but not enough to frighten him.
I heard my dad chuckle, and walk away from the door.
I suddenly had 110% more respect for my intimidating-father.
I IMed my friends. Josh, Jackie, Heather, and Sarah.
"HELP. MY LIFE IS OVER." I wrote, startling them all.
Okay, so I was being a bit dramatic, but at the moment, that's all that I felt.
My life, was over.
They all convinced me Rachael was lying, which she has been known to do.
"Ali?" My ex-boyfriend IMed me.
"what."
"I heard about cole...I know you liked him."
"yeah, people are telling me rachael's lying. she already asked him, and he said no. I want to believe it, but if I do, I'll feel like I'm believing a lie." I vented.
"knowing rachael, she probably is lying. any man that questions his 'no' is not a man at all. I'm here to talk."
"thanks."
Was that really coming from the guy I had been madly in love with, months before?
I guess so.
My cheeks were still tear-stained.

Now:
"Ali. We're in NYC now." My mom's soft voice hovered in the small car.
I opened my eyes sleepily.
"Trainwreck" was playing on my iPod.
I sat up, noticing my shirt was damp, eyes puffy, and cheeks red.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You didn't know you were crying?" She asked, worried.
"No...?" I answered.
"You were crying the whole time-four hours."
I looked at my iPod, "Trainwreck" was on repeat.
That solves it.
I've always listened to "Trainwreck" because it's reminded me of Cole in so many ways.
I threw my head back into my pillow.

Then it was night time, and I crawled into bed.
"Goodnight! Tomorrow we'll go into the city, okay?" My uncle promised, kissing my forehead.
I nodded happily, and went to sleep imagining what we would do.
Before I could realize what had happened, I was at my grandma's house.
The big, white mansion, over looking the town river.
The whole school was there, all classes in session.
I went into another grade's Social Studies room, and left having it be my class.
It was making no sense at all.
"Have you seen Cole yet?" Heather asked.
I shook my head, and weaved through the crowd.
Cole.
Come to think of it, I hadn't thought about him all day- a first for me.
"hey." A muffled greeting came from behind.
I spun around, finding the blonde-haired boy smiling at me.
"hi." I answered.
Then, the bell rang and I was off to class.
That wasn't the last time he appeared.

Now, I was riding my bike, finding my mom's car parked along the road.
I had stayed after with a friend and Cole, and thought he left.
I heard another bike behind me.
"Hey." It was Cole again.
"Hi."
"Nice bike, what kind is it?"
"I don't know." Then I hopped off, and showed him every detail.
"Wow. It's awesome."
"Thanks."
"There's my mom. Bye!" He smiled, and his deep blue eyes smiled along with him.
"Bye."

"Ali! Ali! Are you okay?" It was my mom, again.
I was back in my uncle's guest house, laying in bed.
I breathed. It was all a dream.
"Yeah. Why?" I asked, very oblivious.
"You were crying all night. One can only wonder the dream you were having."
I bit my lip.
"Yeah. Who knows."