yes, things are better for me, but they were never really bad with me and him. it had less to do with him being late (he had a very valid reason...he never gets to see his brother, who is in the marines, and his brother made a surprise visit to their family, and they had to go out to eat, etc, and he didn't have his cell phone with him.). besides, when he called me, i guess he could tell i had been a little worried, because he kept apoligizing. but i think it had less to do with arriving late and more to do with pms and the fact that i didnt feel good. he said that you had gone up to him and told him, not whispering like it was a secret, so that people wouldn't think what you were telling him was a big deal, but just telling him subtly that i had gone outside, quietly, so that no one else would hear. i had hidden in the shadow of his car, i was on the ground with my head in my hands, sobbing, not caring about the fact that i had a skirt on, i was pretty much just fuck everything at that point. i shrank even farther into the shadows because i heard someone coming, and saw a shadow, but i got a vague sense that it was him, which was confirmed when he said something like "ok...well i don't know where the fuck you are..." and walked toward the woods. i called out to him, and he came back and comforted me, and i don't really remember what was said, but it was probably a lot of me apoligizing and calling myself names and being embaerssed, because i didn't know how anyone knew i had been crying, and i had planned for him to never see me cry. He helped me up, and asked if i wanted to go for a drive, and see if i felt like going back to the party after that. and then, i came back. that kid is so awesome. oh, and he said he thought you were really nice, and i was like, yep. she is.