Part I

So theres this kid I know... well... more than know. We've been dating for a year now, but we've known each other for about four years. He has almost always been the kid that got picked on. Mostly, because of the way he dressed. Our social 'group' and we has the grunge goth thing going on, and... people don't accept it much. People are do not like what they don't know... but I won't get into how stupid the stereotypical bastards are... Plus the fact they he isn't the most wealthy kid around, and even though I find him to be beautiful, others cannot get around the fact that he doesn't have blonde hair and blue eyes.

This guy's name is Eric. Last year his little sister, Alicia, had a party. At only twelve years old you would think a birthday party would only consist of cake, ice cream, and staying up all night talking about how hott this weeks babe is. Thats what we thought. But, we were terribly, terribly wrong. Eric, Hippy, Josh, and I were at the party from about five to six. At this point the quests were just getting dropped off. We left after singing Happy Birthday, and we all walked towards my house to check in. Josh and Jake stayed up the block at Barbies house, while Eric and I walked to my house, to tell my dad we would be at Barbies, playing in the fast falling snow.

The whole night went by very fast. The roads had so much snow on them that cars could barely chug down. My friends and I had a great time, not knowing what was going on at Erics house. How could we have time to think about it between having a snow ball fight, making a snow 'baby', and drinking hot chocolate until one in the morning. At that point Eric, Jake and I went to my house and they stayed until about 3. They then walked down the block and stayed at Jakes house until morning. Eric awoke at 10 to go to his house to continue his slumber, not knowing what he would awake to in the morning...