Come What May

I think I will begin my first story of many from the beginning. Well, not the very beginning, but the beginning of my life as it is now. How I met my Wesley.

My story actually starts all the way back in 1996/1997. For reasons I don't really feel the need to divulge my mom and I moved to Massillon in the summer of 1996. I was so mad at her because she was taking me away from a life I dearly wanted to live, I had my first boyfriend, wonderful friends, decent grades, and it was rare for me to have these things. Friends were always somehow out of my grasp. It always seemed like when I made one they were ripped away

(Ex: 1.) My best friend in the 3rd grade moved to Las Vegas after one year of our friendship. 2.) My best friend in the 4th grade moved to Canton South after one year of friendship. 3.) I grasped at straws to make friends my 6th grade year. I did manage to have a boyfriend who actually was a really decent guy. To this day I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if I stayed in Louisville (either good or bad)... 4.) The first day of 7th grade I was locker partners with Shawna, somehow we quickly became friends and started my 7th grade year of right. But, it was nothing like the friendship I started with my then and now (whether she believes it or not) life long best friend, Terra. We were inseparable. Her friendship meant EVERYTHING to me it still does, regardless, I became best friends with her and find out that summer we are moving 45 minutes away to Massillon *one year after befriending Terra*.)

I tell you now, that things DO happen for a reason. Because on my very first day of 8th Grade in Massillon at Lorin Andrews Middle School, I was walking up to the building and to the door and of all people, the first person to make contact with me was, you guessed it, My Wesley. He opened the door for me. What a gentleman. Of course he doesn't remember that but why should he remember opening the door for an overweight, under dressed, depressed looking 8th grader, hell, I wouldn't remember me either. I remembered him though. Months later when I actually made a friend I asked them his name. I didn't have any classes with him, just kind of admired him from a far the rest of the year. Fast Forward to our Sophomore year, one of my closest friends my sophomore year was coming out of a class straight to me, giggling, she said, "you won't believe what just happened to me?" Used to my friends always being 10,000,000 times better looking then me, I figured it had to do with a boy. While giggling she said, "this weird guy just played a song for me on his walkman, and when it was over, asked me out, it really freaked me out." Thinking it was one of the sweetest things, I asked her who the poor sap was, she said, "oh I think his name is Wes Weygandt." My jaw hit the floor. Of course it was. This one guy who's eluded me for almost 3 years now, still hadn't even met him one on one, of course he liked her, why not, just my luck. I wanted to cry. I told her she was being mean and I walked away, pouting as I went. Fast Forward to the end of Sophomore year. Teleproductions! My coveted class I wanted to be in so very badly. At the time I wanted to be a radio disc jockey (I still have a great voice (and face) for radio.), and I just HAD to be in that class. I was so nervous to walk up to the classroom to look at the class roster for the next year, whether I made it after my audition or not. I walk up to the door and hunt down my name. *IT'S THERE!* I was so elated. So, since my nerves were back in check I scanned the rest of the class list. Passed by a few names that I rolled my eyes at and reached the last name on the list, Wesley Weygandt. I almost fell down. As excited as I was for myself, it was nothing compared to the joy I felt that I was FINALLY going to meet him. Two years in the same class with him he HAD to get to know me. Summer drug by so slowly. I was so excited to start my class. First time I've ever been excited for school to start. I got dressed that first day of school and headed in on cloud 9. My first class drug by and then when the bell rang I FLEW to the H Wing. It was time for Telepro... it was time to meet HIM face to face. My friend sits down so I took a seat behind her and waited patiently for him. Just when I start to think I made a mistake about him being in my class, he walks in, and where does he sit? Why, right behind me. I thought I was going to faint. 20+ seats to choose from and he sits BEHIND me. To this day I still believe had he not sat behind me we wouldn't be where we are today.

TO BE CONTINUED....