I Went Ice Skating on Friday.

Worried yet?
Haha. Don't be. My knees are rather colorful from the bruises, but I only feel once, so I'm fine. I did manage to get a cut from it, though, which I'm a bit puzzled about.
On Thanksgiving, I left a message on Eliot's phone.
The next morning, he called me. I had kept my phone with me 24/7 since Wednesday, but I was surprised when it rang. As I saw his name on the external window thing of my phone, I grinned and hurried to answer it.
"Hey," I said, my voice breaking a bit. Uggh. Lovely. "Wait just a sec."
I ran out of the family room, which housed the others, and out the front door, onto the walkway outside. I slowed to a walk, and said, "Hi, can you hear me? Sorry about that. No signal in there."
He said something about thinking it was a voicemail message. Haha.
I walked over to the curb on the other side of the street, and sat down on the cold cement, wishing I had more on than my thin pajama pants and a tanktop. Of course, he was standing on top of a mountain, by a lake, in the early morning, before breakfast, with two dogs, freezing, to talk to me. Yay!
Yet, somehow, he kept saying that I was the one who sounded cold. I admit, I was shivering. He offered to email instead, but I declined.
We talked for about 22 minutes. I checked later.
At one point, he asked what time it was, and I said I didn't know. He said he thought he had to go back down for breakfast, and we said goodbye. I ran back inside and had breakfast as well.
At one point in the conversation, I said something really stupid.
My mom had been teasing me about how she thinks I like Eliot, and the rest of my family caught on. My Uncle Dennis even said "Faye "(insert Eliot's last name here)". Uggh.
I mentioned something about it, and said that it was hard to deny liking him when I really did. Bakabakabakabaka.

Well, I'm hungry. Later.

Faye