We walked up the icy back steps of her house once we got there, and walked into a nice place. Her little sister was playing Playstation in the other room while her mom watched some Brazilian television show. Carla gave us some food to eat, some candy, something to drink...la la la, just being hospitable. We met Anastasia, her pet iguana. That thing is really cool! While Carla took a shower, we watched television with her mom and sister, and the little sister explained to us what was going on because Kathleen and I don't speak Portuguese. (Except for a few polite words, and a few not so polite words.) I don't know; I really like her family because they seem really nice from what I saw of them. I'm really mad that our ceramics class is over next semester because I won't get to see Carla anymore. I'll have to call her all of the time and stuff so that we can go out. I hate making new friends and then being separated from them. Anyway, back to my story.
After we watched televison for a while, we went up to Carla's room while she got ready to go out. We got to flip through photo albums and see her room and such. Her little sister helped her get ready, which was really cute. After waiting some more (the club doesn't even open until 11 o'clock), we left with her downstairs neighbor, Jefferson. We all picked up one more girl from a nearby city and then were on our way. We zipped through the city at lightning speed in that little sports car and were in Boston in about ten minutes. Wow. So, it took quite a while to find a parking spot. This is Boston, after all. There is never any parking spots. After about fifteen minutes or so we finally found one. It was cold and slushy out, and our feet got all wet walking there, but that was okay. We had a plan.
You see, this club was 18+, making it not for me, because I'm only seventeen. So, we had this little idea of just slipping the bouncer a twenty and scooting our way in. Needless to say, this did not work. Scenario: Amanda clutches licence with a twenty dollar bill underneath. Hands materials to ugly, fat, slobbish looking bouncer. Bouncer says, "Uh. I can't let you in. This says you're seventeen." Amanda, with a very pissed off face says, "I need to get in tonight. It's my friend's birthday, and I need to get in there." Bouncer says, "Well, unless you have something that says you're eighteen, I can't let you in. My boss is here and I can't let you in right now. Stand to the side and I'll take care of you." I step to the side, wait for a few minutes, and he does not take care of us lik he says. Obviously he's not going to let us in. Kathleen tries once more, and then we give up. It's almost midnight already, and if I had gotten in, I would have been in huge trouble with my parents if I had strolled in the house around three in the morning.
Carla is going to stay, but she gets Jefferson to give us a ride home. I'm a bit leery going without her, but it's alright. Kathleen and I sit huddled in the back seat as the little sports car goes speeding down the streets. We try to give directions, but it's sort of hard to communicate. Jefferson gives us some gum. Yay. I sing along to tunes on the radio. So, when we finally get home, it feels weird. I have to lie to my parents about where I've been, what I've been doing. I accepted a ride from a guy I'd known for about two hours. I wasn't scared; I never really do anything if I think it's a bad idea, but it was just stupid of me. It could have been potential bad idea.
OH well. So, Kathleen and I go to sleep, and we have to wake up around eight because Kathleen has softball. That was rough. I go about my day, studying for my midterms. I went to visit my aunt. During then, Carla called me to apoligize about last night. She didn't end up staying either. Then, the surprise. In the background, I here someone saying stuff to her in Portuguese. Carla says, "Oh well you know, Jefferson thought that you were really cute and sweet last night. He thinks you're pretty. You know, maybe you guys could go out for pizza and a movie or something?" I was so in shock because I mean, this guy was really cute. And I'd never thought even for a second that maybe he would think I was cute. So wow. I wanted to say "Yes! YES!", yet my mom was right near me, as well as my dad, and they would be SO suspicious of the fact that I would be giddy and smiling and acting all weird. I want to give it a try. I want to go out for a movie and pizza. I WANT TO! There's just one problem. Uh...well, I'm seventeen. He's twenty four. My God. What would my parents ever say? They would be pissed if they knew. They saw that he drove me home, and they asked who he was. I just told them that he was Carla's brother.
I saw Carla today, and she said nothing more. I think she's mad because she lost her passaporte, which is a really big deal. I'll see her tomorrow one last time in ceramics class, and I HAVE to find out if this guy is really serious and wants to take me out. I'll give him a chance. I've been going mad all day wondering about what she said and what will happen and if anything will happen. This is the first time in my life a cute guy has actually made an honest attempt to get to know me. It's a little strange, but I want to experience at least one relationship before I leave high school. I'm not particularly searching for it, but this just sort of fell into my hands. And he is cute. Gosh, I'm dying to know if that's what he really said, and if he was serious. I will ask Carla tomorrow. I wanted to call her tonight, but I didn't want to seem like a nag or anything. I've been driving myself crazy all day long, trying to keep busy so that I don't think of anything, or get my hopes up. God, I wish she would just call me. I messed up yesterday when I wanted to tell her yes, yes, I want to see a movie, and I love pizza to death. Stupid parents ruin everything. I don't want to ask her in front of Kathleen tomorrow because Kathleen will be so skeptical of what I have to say. We just talked the other day about how we don't go for older guys, and that 21 was our absolute limit. And here I go, breaking it all up, just like that. AHH! It's such a stressful thing.
I need some information, and I need it fast. Just a few hours of sleep to get through, and then three periods before I get to go to ceramics. I'm obsessing again. But if I don't pick this up right away, I'll lose it. I don't want to do that. I haven't done anything about the three guys who have actually admitted to me that they liked me. (Well, they were all ugly and sort of strange.) But it's different this time. And I don't know what to do. I just want to do the right thing right now. And even if he's only a friend, maybe I'll have a date to the prom. We'll see what comes to be.