So. Shit got complicated.

Everything was fine. She was on my mind, but I was dealing. Chilling. Having fun. Being young and full of no complications.

And then Saturday... Well I said no consequences. I just wanted it to be easy that night, I wanted to stop fighting with her. I just... I just wanted her.

It's not fucking easy on me either.

And then I realised, that we spend so much time fighting about what is going on, we've paid no attention to what isn't going on, which is getting to know each other.

I know why I like her, kind of. But I don't know her.

I just know something is right. Or maybe I'm just putting myself out there to get fucked over. I don't know. I need to find out.

She has no phone now, no internet. I need to talk to her. Shit, I need to see her. Hammo tells me to call over there tomorrow. Just to try sort out something... So I can see her again.

Nervous isn't even the word.