The Fight- Part 1

This day, 9 years ago, jump started our relationship. Well, kinda. On this day, in 1999, Mr. H's grandfather passed away. He and his dad had left town to attend the funeral and to be with family. His mother was already there with her father when it happened. When he came back to town our relationship changed from casual friends to something more.

Let me back up a little to February '99. Mr. H was dating AN (A. nna N. icole look-alike. Not nearly as pretty, but with boobs to match). Mr. H and AN were neighbors. AN and I were friends. We were not best friends, but she was part of the click that we hung out with. This is how Mr. H and I met. We actually met in October 1998, but I was NOT interested in him and I thought he was ugly. I know that sounds harsh, but I was not attracted to him at all. When I would go over to AN's house after school, he would coincidentally show up. I never figured that out, until the day he called me at home. I still didn't know who he was, until he started talking to me at AN's house a few days later. She walked in the room, very accusatory, wanting to know what we were talking about. (Remember, I still didn't like him at this point). Maybe she knew what was going on, but I didn't.

AN's and Mr. H's relationship was not as strong as it once was. They were fighting more and not spending as much time with each other. They didn't know what each other's schedule were like, they just kind of slowly drifted apart, but never officially called it quits until later. We went on our first date on March 3rd. A couple weeks later, we were into the thick of it all the while Mr. H and AN still hadn't broken up. (I know, I know. Spare me the "you're going to hell" glares. I wasn't much of a friend to her and I know that.)

Forward to March '99 -Spring Break. AN and I as well as a couple other friends were planning on heading out to the coast for spring break. We had this planned (although not all the way through) for a few weeks. Stuff came up with all of us, and we didn't go anywhere. We just hung out with each other for the week and did our own thing. AN's excuse for not being able to go to the coast was that she was visiting her mother in New Mexico (her parents are divorced) for the week. Mr. H, being her neighbor, thought she was out of town as well, because that's what she told him and because she wasn't home the entire week. They didn't speak or see each other the entire time. None of us spoke to or saw her either, so we assumed she left town like she said.

During the couple of weeks that we were hanging out together, from March 3- 16 (?), he attempted to kiss me many times. I refused all of his advances because I wasn't going to kiss him until they officially stopped dating. I felt badly. I felt that that was me being a "friend" and I wasn't going to kiss her boyfriend. (I was such a naive little girl back then.) Eventually, I gave in after many attempts and everything changed from then on. I was falling for him. After his grandfather died, he came back to town and called me up towards the end of spring break. He wanted to hang out so I went along for the ride. I didn't see any harm in it. We went downtown to talk and play pool. We had a good time, although I still felt nervous in the pit of my stomach, because I knew we shouldn't have been together. But I convinced myself that we were friends, and that's what friends did.

Edited to Add: This story is to be continued...