Part Two

So, there we are, chatting all the time on the mini-tell, and I decided to ask him where exactly in my town he lives. For some reason, he had no problem telling me what street he lived on, which I would have *never* done. Anyhow, he says, "I live on ### Drive". I absolutely froze in my chair. I started thinking about whether I had said anything too bad, or incriminating, because I knew at this point the whole thing must have been a joke, on me. Because *I* lived on ### Drive! I looked out my dining room window, at all the houses I could see, and I tried to figure out who it was, who I assumed knew exactly who I was, and had been toying with me. I couldn't figure it out. I went back to chatting with him, and acted like I wasn't fazed, still not telling him where I lived. Turned out, he lived across the street, 8 houses down. We had a cross street dividing us, so I rarely went down his end of the street. He still had no idea who I was, or where I lived. *whew*

He asked me to call him, and I resisted, still not sure I wanted to take it all a step further. Eventually, I gave in, and we talked on the phone for several hours. After that began my secret life of trying to find stolen moments to call him, since I knew my parents would have NEVER approved of what I was doing. Of course, he wanted to meet, but I knew I wouldn't go that far. We talked on the phone and via the mini-tell all through April, May and June. At the end of June, I decided to end it with him, because I was tired of living in fear of getting caught, and because I knew it would never work out between us anyways. I also decided that the best way to tell him, was in person. We made plans to meet on June 29th, at midnight.