love of mine.

weekends are particularly useless these days. he does a little homework, gets dragged around to do things that aren't worth it in giant crowds (which pretty much petrify him), and goes to work for a few hours. the rest of the time is spent on sleeping, eating, tumblr, or watching shows/ movies. it's a nice break and all, but there really isn't much to do most of the time. the odd week there are actually events going on, he usually isn't allowed to go. then, on the very odd chance he can go, he gets overly excited and makes a total arse out of himself. it's basically the way things go and he's gotten used to this. he's got two things going down that he'll be doing next weekend and he doesn't quite know how to handle it. there will be moments where he'll have to almost physically hold himself down from scaring other people when he first meets them. he's surprisingly okay with that. he doesn't know how she'll react around him by then. things could be different for the better or different for the worse, he'll never know until he tries. so far there is hope that it'll be good, but there is the odd chance that it will all go to shit. he's scared about taking that chance, although he thinks it will somehow turn out okay. each deep breath he takes, hoping to any entities out there that things will turn out to be better than worst-case scenario. <3 <3