Steve and I celebrated our five month anniversary this month, however if I were being technical here, we'd be going on almost a year now.
So technically, one year. In reality, five months. Five months with that boy and I still love him more than anything. If there's one thing I'm proud of, it's my relationship with Steve and how long we've been together. As everything changes around me, there's always one thing that remains the same. There's always one person I can turn to for anything, and that's a comforting thought. A lot of people don't have what we have, in which case I feel truly privileged.
Almost a year after I met Steve, when things started getting serious, I asked myself if I really saw myself with this boy for the rest of my life. Steve was my first real boyfriend, and it was strange being sixteen and thinking that far into your future. Around the time my parents were debating getting a divorce, my mom told me something I don't think I'll forget. She told me to experience a much as I possibly could. Date all different kinds of people, try different things. The thought of spending the rest of my life with one person wasn't dissapointing, it just seemed like I was missing out. But now that I've thought about it, I'd rather share my memories with someone who appreciates them, someone I'll be with for quite a while. And now that I see things more clearly, despite the fact that I'm only seventeen, I don't mind spending the rest of my teenage years and the rest of my life with one single person.
Sometime last year Steve was awarded the lovely title of MIP, and fined around a hundred dollars. He paid five or so of it and figured he would just pay it later, which is probably what I would've done myself. Anyway, I talked to Steve last night and he recently received a letter in the mail stating he either pay the rest of it in fourteen days or show up in court. And then of course there's the we'll-arrest-you-if-you-don't-either part. Problem. He doesn't have the money. He doesn't know if he'll even get the money in time, so I took the initiative here. He's my sweet, loving boyfriend and he needs help. He wouldn't take my money, telling me he'd just sell his acoustic guitar. Wait. Back it up. His acoustic guitar and sell in the same sentence? Over my dead body. I know how much he loves playing, and as long as I have anything to do with it, that guitar will still be in his possession two weeks from now.
Alright, this is getting on my nerves. Every hour, on the hour, since around midnight this police car has been driving past our house, shining his spotlight on our property, in our cars and house, and it's starting to aggravate me. I believe I told only Steve about this problem, so maybe I should just let everyone know. Vaguely. Let's just say something happened at my father's work, police involved, and we now have police cars watching over our house at night. Like a bodyguard. I go to sleep at night, scared, but there's really nothing I can do about it so I soon get over it and fall asleep.
Melanie turned the big one-eight today. We planned a nice little surprise birthday party for her, which I think went over well. We played laser tag, and spent the rest of the night at her house watching movies and playing cards. It turned out to be a very eventful night. It led me to change my mind on something. Since Melanie met Tyler and up to about a week ago, I didn't think too highly of Tyler. I've noticed lately that he's been different, like he's been trying. Tyler's a good guy, and I respect him. And despite the little quarrels they have, he's good to Melanie, which makes me happy. I just hope he's this good to her in the future, because she doesn't deserve anything less.
So Happy Eighteenth Birthday Melanie!! I hope you have a good one. Everyone knows the greatest part of your eighteenth birthday is the legal purchasing of cigars and porn.
One last thing. Last night Heather, Melanie and I saw Catch Me If You Can, and despite the fact that the movie starred Leonardo DiCaprio (I was never a fan of that boy), it was an amazing movie. Sehr gut. I'd recommend it.