
Our first date was, of course, not a proper date but more of a hangout. Justin and a couple of his friends picked me up at my parents' house and then we went back to his parents house while I watched his crummy pop punk band practice in the basement. I was instantly smitten, because there wasn't anything I liked more those days than crummy pop punk bands.
After practice he got a call from his friend Joe saying that dude had punched a wall, thought his hand was broken, and needed a ride to hospital. This sounded like the opposite of fun to me, but I went along anyway and waited patiently in the ER. Until a Frosty craving hit.

And we did. And it was sweet. Everyone appreciated it. Later, when we left the hospital to go home, there was a beautiful sunset and Justin said, "Let's just drive until we can see the whole thing." *This dude was a total charmer* I put my hands on my swelling 15-year-old heart and fell head over heels in love with that fucker. Because, really, how could you not?
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but then what happened next?
Wait, so what happened? Did you date for years and years and live happily ever after?
I need closure on that story!
Geez guys! Eventually Justin and I just broke up. I was 15, I got sidetracked by some other less great dude and I sort of broke his heart. Still, it was nice while it lasted.
that is the sweetest idea ever! people in the ER def need something to pick up their spirits :)
Well it's a great story.
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