This is the story. I am feeling extra lovey dovey towards my boyfriend so this is it. I haven’t talked to him all day and I miss him, so why not reminisce our story. Sit down, grab some popcorn and get ready to read my love story.
I was in the 5th grade. I weighed at least 119 pounds, but my appearance wouldn’t make you think “fat”, because of how I dressed. If that doesn’t make sense to you, what I mean is I always wore sweaters or long sleeve shirts. My clothes were at least a size bigger so you could never really tell that I was fat, since I was so small in height. I was in band. I played the clarinet, more specifically, I was “the girl with the white clarinet”.
I went to an elementary school, Freeman, where I shared my band teacher with the school, Beamer, a couple of blocks away. Since my band teacher, Mrs. Beal, had two band classes, she liked to combine her classes. She would have mandatory band practices with both schools at Beamer Elementary. The room where we practiced had at least 4 rows; first row was flutes, second row was clarinets, third row was saxophone and trumpet, and the last row was drums. No diversity in instruments, I know. Anyways, he sat rights behind me. I didn’t know his name or anything, but I never forget a face. I saw him a lot for band concerts and band practices. He was always there, getting into trouble. I don’t think he ever noticed me because I was your average shy fat girl (not fat shaming, just me shaming).
I would run into him a lot around my small city. This one particular time has stuck with me and it makes me wonder if he ever recognized me. My mom went into a stored called, Aaron to buy a dresser for my brother, and he was there. He was with his mom, sister, and his brother was in a stroller. He was talking to the lady about a game console that was behind the glass. I was wearing my ICONic Boyz sweat pants and white tank top that revealed my big ol’ belly. I kept looking at him, hoping he would make eye contact with me. He was beautiful. I had never had a boyfriend or ever really held a serious crush for someone beside your average 3rd grade crush. I should probably mention that when I saw him at Aarons, we were in the 7th grade. We left the store before him, but when we started to pull out of our parking spot he was now on the corner with his family. He was really scronny, but most guys where.
8th grade came around and this was the year that I had decided to make a Facebook. I remember adding everyone I knew and being so active. I guess you can say I was addicted to Facebook, but I mean which middle schooler wasn’t? One day, my friend Rafael posted a photo of a Lee Middle School soccer jersey, my middle school, and a Douglas Middle School soccer jersey, my boyfriends middle school. He had something along the lines of, “which team should I play for this year”. I had commented “Lee” and my boyfriend commented, “Douglas”. I clicked on his profile and looked at his profile picture because his name sounded familiar. Geral Chavez, hm… Then it clicked, he was the boy who went to band practice with me. I commented back asking him if he was in band and he said, “yes”. I didn’t reply, beacause I didn’t want to blowup Rafaels notifications. After a couple of minutes, Geral messaged me privately. He started asking me how I knew him and that’s how we really started to get to know each other. We essentially became friends. We exchanged numbers and would spend all day getting to know small details about one another and constantly flirting. That didn’t last, because one day he just didn’t message me back. He left me hanging, and everything we had dissapeared. He made me develop feelings for him and then just cut off any attachment that he had towards me. I hated him. I deleted him off all social media, and hated boys.
Later that year, my band class was going to Disneyland to perform. Well our audition didn’t get accepted so we were going to go watch Douglas perform along with Lee’s choir. Luckily, Geral and I weren’t on the same bus. When we finally made it to the hotel we were staying at in Anaheim, we were in the lobby waiting for everyone to get down for the bus. My back was unawarely turned to him, so when our teacher said, “line up towards the elevators” I turned around to see him standing there. We made eye contact for a good 5 seconds. The whole world went quiet, he was suddenly the only one in the room. Obviously, he wasn’t so when my friend finally shoved me into the elevator, I kept my eyes on him, as did he. I had totally forgot that I had a huge fear for elevators until the doors closed and I almost lost my mind. The whole trip revolved around long stares with no words. When we were finally in Disneyland we would make the awkwardest eye contacts and I honestly just wanted to ask why he never messaged me back. Why he was potentially leading me on again, with those long stared. Why? Why? Why? No answers. On our second day there the Choir was performing and Geral was sitting a couple of rows behind me. He kept turning around and at that point I didn’t want to keep the staring up. I ignored him. I talked to my friends and acted as if he wasn’t there. I could keep writing about all these interactions of long stares that we had, but you get the point.
Some time between this point we had a festival at Woodland high school, my high school, and he was there. I remember walking down the stadium stars to get my instrument case and I saw him kiss a girl, and I didn’t get jealous. This weight lifted off my shoulder like I could finally breathe and not have to receive answers to questions. I was free. I hated him some more and was hoping to never see him again.
I did a lot of community service with Beamer Elementary when I was in high school because of a club that I was in. This one time for Halloween I was working a booth that was doing the ring toss. He was there… with his girlfriend (a different one from earlier). When the event started to die down I decided to go get a cotton candy and he was in front of me but I hadn’t noticed until his friend said his name, so I got out of line and went back to my booth. I sat down on the hay with my friend when a girl with green, very beautiful, sat next to my friend. She started talking to her about how her boyfriend was being immature and how they broke up. Then she said it. She said Geral’s name. He was literally everywhere man.
9th grade came around and I was still in band. Every year all the band groups would gather together and perform a Christmas song at the marching bands. Fun, right? Ha. Well when we were getting lined up, I saw him. He had been staring at me for who knows how long. I had totally forgot about his existence. He looked so handsome. God. If I knew about kissing, that’s probably what I wanted to do… Kiss him. With my luck, Geral was directly behind me in the marching line. His cousin was next to me and this annoying boy was next to me. I was the center of the line, which potentially means that I am in charge of keeping it straight. The guy next to me kept asking if we could switch lines because he was friends with Geral’s cousin. Geral didn’t know that I was next to his cousin, and/or in front of him for that matter. I wanted to keep it that way so I wanted to punch this kid in the face. When we started marching to the starting line, my friend came up to, who went to Geral’s high school, Pioneer, and she jumped on me. Geral was behind me so I bumped him, which was crazy embarrassing. I didn’t turn around to acknowledge him, so he walked away thinking I was just another annoying gal. When we lined up again, the kid tried one more time to switch spots with him, and I was so mad at this point. Geral had noticed that I was in front of him, and I continued to ignore this kid. When we finished marching we had to pick up our instrument cases and he was there again. God I just wanted some answers, but I didn’t get any. I should also mention that this was in December of 2012, when it was said that the world was going to end. I was actually really scared because I didn’t want to die being mad at people, so I did something that my 14 year old thought was reckless. I re-added him on Facebook. I found out he had another girlfriend, who was an old friend of mine who hated me now because I never let her copy my work. So during the Christmas March, he had a girlfriend (different one than mentioned earlier) . I felt hatred for him, because he was leading me on with these stares yet he had a girlfriend. God, why are men such… what’s the word… just fill in the blank.
I was in catechism doing my first year of my confirmation and he was doing his second year. We were in two different classes but we saw each other a lot. It drove me insane. In the class I was in, in order to go to the bathroom, everyone who needed to go had to go as well along with the teachers aide. So this one time I was walking out of the girls bathroom and Geral was walking out of the boys bathroom. His guy friends where talking to him and he was just staring at me. He stopped moving and he just stared at me. I walked straight towards the wall where the rest of the class was. He was still staring at me.
As mentioned earlier, I said I did a lot of community service with Beamer, well I was working the popcorn machine at a movie night. His brother was there, but he didn’t know me. I didn’t know him for that matter either. Earlier that day I created an instagram and automatically followed everyone that I had as a Facebook friend. My instagram account used to be a fangirl account, so I had over 5,000 followers. So when I say I “created” an instagram account what I mean is I stopped being a crazy fangirl whose username was “swagg_ICONiac” and changed it to “batmanigga”. (no it doesn’t say the ‘n’ word which everyone thought it says igga). So after the community service event I went home and logged on to Facebook. I had a message. From who? You guessed right. Geral Chavez. His message read, “how do you have so many followers.” All of a sudden he wanted answers. I threw my computer. On January 19, 2013, we started talking again.
Back to catechism, Geral just wanted to meet up in person. I had never had an actual boyfriend besides this guy I dated in 8th grade who dumped me after a day for being ugly and fat. HA, thanks Daniel, hope you are doing well. Gerals catechism class would get out earlier than mine so he would sit inside of my class and stare at me. I hated it, but I guess it was kinda romantic. My mom picked me up right after catechism, since you couldn’t leave the classroom unless a parent picked you up at the door. We never actually got to old a conversation besides, “hi”. We would write each other letters. This one day I asked to go to the bathroom and he was there waiting for me like he said. My friends came with me because I couldn’t go alone. He hugged me and his little mustache was so cute. I had to go because he had been waiting for me for 30 minutes and his teacher was looking for him. Right before I left my friends said to kiss him. Remind you that I had never kissed a boy before. This was spontaneous, but I did it. I kissed him. He didn’t kiss me nor was he expecting this kiss.
He then asked me to be his valentine and on February 6, 2013 he asked me to be his girlfriend. This has been my favorite story. I know I made him sound like a complete jerk, but you can’t really describe an emotion, so try to put yourself in my shoes. I forgot to say a lot of details, but this is my boy. We have a forever. We continue to fight for one another and I sometimes can catch him staring at me. I love him so much. I’ve been with him since I was 15 years old, and I’ve never wanted to be with anybody else since then. He really such a great guy and he takes care of me very well. We continue to learn and teach each other about one another everyday. Our relationship carries flaws, but I wouldn’t change it. His smile still gives me butterflies till this day. The way he laughs about the smallest things makes me smile crazy. I can listen to him talk about anything any day. He has been such a great friend to me and know when to be serious. He accepts my anxiety and helps me everyday. Just a couple of months ago I had to come home due to my mental illness and I couldn’t be alone. My anxiety made me freak out because I was traumatized from that night at the gas station. He woke up at 6am and came to my house. He laid in bed with me and held me and told me everything was going to be okay. Words will never be able to justify how much of a good guy he is, so just trust me on this one.
This is my love story.
Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.
– Romans 13:10