At the beginning of July I was picked up by a friend because I needed a place to stay. It had started pouring rain & she couldn't drive out here herself so she told me she was going to bring a friend. I didn't even care. I just wanted to hurry up & be gone. I knew I had made a big mistake & that it was time to get out before things got to much worse & my life would be jeopardized. She showed up & I started crying & this boy came in to help me with my bags & i really didn't notice him except for he was so nice, & helpful. We get in the car & leave for Provo. It was like the minute we left, him and I clicked. Everything we said we couldn't stop laughing at each other & we didn't have to explain things because it was like we already understood what the other one was saying. We went to Texas Road House & had a blast. I felt like I had known Robin forever. He instantly brought out the best in me. You have to realize though, that this was HUGE for me to feel this way about him. I had no feelings for him beyond a friend. Yes he is Polynesian, but he just wasn't my type. He was too genuine, which to me at the time just seemed unreal. I was done with the whole toot it & boot it. I saw the road it had taken me on & the damage it had done to the ones close to me, so I was just exhausted with the whole guy thing.
When we got back to my friends house she had to go & talk to her parents so me & Robin just sat there & talked. I couldn't stop laughing because I just thought he was the funniest person ever. We exchanged stories about our lives. He told me about his grandma who lived with him & she would always swear at him & his siblings in Tongan. Or how she would tell come into his room to have him warm up milk for her. I loved hearing about his family. It amazed me how much love you could feel from him when he would talk about them. I opened up allot to him & completely spilled the beans on my life, and he just sat there and listened. Which was all I needed, someone to listen.
Whenever we hung out in that week it just always made my day. I didn't know why, but it did. And because I was happy I really didn't question it. We did a lot of crazy things in that week that I spent with them. We spent the night on a lawn, some random guys house where I lost my pillow pet :( that was sad. We went 7/11 hopping because it was 7/11 so we got free slurpies & we started that at like 2 in the morning. We got all of our change and made a Del Taco run for a butt load of Tacos. We tried having a seance in the middle of the cul-de-sac, but that didn't well because we got distracted by kids on Vespas. We spent the night at a DJ's house & got eaten alive by mosquito's, or the time we went to McDonalds and we all looked so homeless & I didn't wear my shoes to prove a point that they would still give me service. They did.
I remember when I had to go back to West Ridge, I just kept thinking about what he was doing , & if he was thinking about me. I just couldn't get it out of my head how much fun we had together & how instantly we clicked. When I went down to Cedar City to the Shelter, I would call him every morning at 8, and wake him up so he would talk to me. We could talk forever. I missed him a lot.
