Okay. Well. Let’s do this thingy. This post will be about Jason, I reckon, because he’s what’s on my mind right now.

I’ve seen him three or four times since Halloween. We went out on a date back in November; he came here on Thanksgiving; I went to his house the weekend before last; and he was just here last Sunday.

Lessa see. On the date in November, we went out to dinner (he’s the pickiest eater I’ve ever met) and then we walked over to his school and went and saw a play that was there. It was the funniest play I’ve ever seen, let me tell you. He gave me a dog tag. It reads “Jason and Mads forever / I luv you” and is easily the most romantic gift anyone’s ever given me.

Then comes the day after Thanksgiving. Yup.We all hung out for a while and then we went and saw Twilight (amazing!, though it could’ve been a heck of a lot better) and then we went back to my house so we could watch Syd while my mom went out. It was when everyone slipped into the other room that Jason stole my first kiss. It was the most perfect moments of my entire life. I didn’t expect my little sister and two best friends to be in the kitchen; nor did I expect Drake And Jsoh to be on the TV; nor did I expect to be sitting on the couch in the living room, bundled up in the red blanket, being held in Jason’s arms. I didn’t think it would happen like that, honestly, but I wouldn’t have wanted it to happen any other way. The next day, though, didn’t go as well. We (we consisting of Jason, Alex and me) and Jason leaned down and kissed me, and Alex freaked out. He just got all pissed and left. He was hurt by this, I know; Jason was pissed, too, as we went back to follow him home. Alex wasn’t at his house when we got there, though, which really scared us, and since it was dark out and we didn’t know where Alex was, Jason went to plan B (plan A being me waiting outside of Alex’s house while they talked and then taking me back home) and just took me home. We dissected the situation and it was good to be held like that, I’d just like to say.

The time I spent at his house the weekend before last was amazing. His family came over (because he lives with his grandparents, remember) and everyone decorated the Christmas tree. We watched DNAngel. He actually fell asleep at one point; it was amazing. But yeah. After his family left (he and his sister had gotten into a fight) we were talking about everything that happened. I was a little upset, but he was very angry. I tried calming him down—if you know what I mean ;D—and it worked. Then I started reading the new Harry Potter and before we knew it, it was time for me to go.

And finally we have the Christmas party. Every year, you see, we have a Christmas party at my mom’s house. Everyone from my mom’s side of the family comes, but this year, Jason, Alex, and Clare came, too. People were kinda miffed about that, I think, but screw them, I don’t care what they think. The party was great; everyone was behaved for the most part. Kenna, in particular, had a problem with their attendance, and she kinda snapped at me, which really pissed me off. And after Jason, Alex and Clare left, everyone kept making fun of me for Jason and I kissing on my bed. Really, it’s not a big deal, and if we was going to try and get in my pants, he could’ve already; he had the chance. When the whole thing with Alex went down, he and I went back to my house and we were totally alone. The only time he would reach for my waist was when he was trying to hold me closer, not to unbutton my jeans. It ticks me off that people don’t trust him, because I know for a fact that he’s not going to try anything. I’m not ready for sex yet. Physically, yes, mentally, hell no.

And I think that’s kinda it. I might get to see him again on New Year’s Eve. Clare, Alex and I might go over to his house in Sacramento. Just me, at the very least, I think. I really hope my mom will let me, because if not, I might not see him again for a very long time…