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So I went to Venice for about a week. Me and my bestie Buttons went squatting out there, it was spectacular.

The first day we were out there we were sitting by the blue wall, spanging, and these two guys walked by. Buttons starts yelling at one of them about his Twiztid shirt and all I can think about is how hott the other guy is. Later that night we run into the both of them again at Common Grounds and both of them are frying balls on Triple Cs. Well, the one that I thought was hott ended up talking to me and I invited him to drink a 40oz but he denied because he was frying. I went back out to the parking lot where I repeatedly told Buttons that I was in love.
So we went on our adventures and whatnot and I continuously went on and on and on about "that hott guy" that I was madly in love with and how he was the love of my life and yahta yahta. I'm suprised Buttons drunk ass didn't pop me in the mouth a time or two.

He told me he was leaving for Seattle and I was completely bummed the rest of the day. Buttons tried to comfort me but it was no use. I didn't even know the guy and it felt like a peice of me had been ripped away.
The next though.. he was still there. I finally got the nerve to ask him why he didn't go and he said that obviously something was still meant to happen to him in Venice. I agreed that it was fate and then went on my merry way to giddily tell Buttons what he had said. This gave both me and Buttons hope that maybe something would happen. Buttons said, "He knows something is going to happen, he just doesn't know that something is you."
On Saturday we rode the bus to Union Station to meet up with Buttons girlfriend, Amy. We all came back to the beach and then not only did I have Buttons pressuring me to talk to him, but Amy was now in on it as well. It was completely horrendous because it was pretty obvious he was into another chick, Dolly. I was so shy and I never knew what to say to him, but I always tried my hardest because if I didn't talk to him at all Buttons and Amy were threatening to embarass the Hell out of me and I knew very well that they would do that exact thing.
Every night when we went to sleep I would plead with Buttons to talk to him for me, claiming I was to shy to get any answers myself. Sunday morning I woke up deciding today was the day. It was time to stop being a pussy and actually do something about the situation before I lost my chance.
So me and Buttons haphazardly put a plan together and suprisingly.. It worked.
We bought a Sidewalk Slam that morning and ended up stealing him into the alleyway (His name is Haze by the way) so that way we could get him away from so many people in the hopes of he'd stop being so shy.
It worked. We hung out for the morning, afternoon, whatever. There was some people doing a documentary on streetkids who wanted to take me and Buttons to Hollywood. We refused to leave without Haze and Amy and the crew agreed they could come along. I was pretty suprised that Haze even wanted to.
I had previously complained about losing my cuddlebuddy and he offered to be my new one. This filled me with so much hope I thought I would burst. Later that night outside of McDonalds it was kind of cold. I ended up pretending to be freezing my ass off and asked him to keep me warm. The minute his arms wrapped around me I knew without a doubt he was everything in the world that I wanted. And it was so funny because I could see Buttons and Amy over his shoulder and the whole time they were smiling and giving me all these ridiculous signals.
They spanged enough money to get a half gallon of rum and I decided I wanted to kiss him before he got drunk. I didn't want the alcohol to be the reason he kissed me.
We were standing outside the store to get cigarettes and he had his arm around me to keep me warm and I went for it. It was soft and sweet and gave me so many chills and butterflies I thought I was going to melt into the pavement. He tasted like McDonalds but I didn't even care. I felt like I'd been hit by a freight train, I never thought it possible to have that many good emotions running through me in a matter of seconds.
We went to the squat and hung out and whatnot, and got closer throughout the night. The cops busted us and we had to change squats but oh well. After a bunch of kisses and talking I finally got the nerve to ask him to be with me. And he actually said yes. I went to sleep that night with what was probably the biggest smile I've ever smiled.
The next day though.. was mine, Buttons, and Amy's last. I told him I could stay for a while longer but that for medical reasons I not supposed to be living on the streets. I finally got myself ready for losing him after I just got him to be mine, sucked it up, and told him the problem. I exspected him to pull away, to tell me it was over, but he never even let go of my hand. He did tell me he was making me go home, and it hurt because I knew I had just lost him. Then, the most wonderful thing happened and he offered to come with me.
That was on Monday. On Tuesday morning we went to Union Station and we all four came back to California City.
So I went to Venice just to get away, to chill with homies and have a good time. Not only did I do all of that, but I fell in love and have so far managed to keep him.
He's still here with me and I love him more every second of every minute of every day with every single ounce of my being.
I can't even begin to describe how strongly I feel for this boy. At times it terrifies me because I'm sure he doesn't feel the same. But other times I just choose to let go, to hope that he does. Because even if he doesn't atleast for now I can call him mine.


Pretty long blog. Oops.
Oh well.