5/365 -- What can I call him?

My world? obsession? infatuation? love? other half? stalker? the cheese to my macaroni? I've been told he's all these things to me. But these things mean nothing. He's Connor Mcclanahan. He's Conface. And that in itself means more than any other silly term of endearment. The memories completely overflow expectations. There will be more to come, I'm sure, but for now I just have to wait, and rely on my memory to keep me company. Patience was never my forte..so for now, lets recall old times, shall we? All the times I got annoyed at that stupid necklace of yours, and had to fix it for you. Having you do interpretive dance in my living room to Hips Don't Lie, by Shakira. Making you macaroni and cheese the first day you came over, even though I hate mac n cheese...going to Walmart during your lunch break so we could sit in subway. bringing you to my softball games. then McDonalds afterwards, of course, where you convince my vegetarian butt to try a chicken nugget for the first time in a year..which i spit out. laughing at the guy in Weldon Spring Park, on that teeter totter thing. going to football games at the school. and the old lady that got onto us. "SEPARATE!" your brother of course.."cut it out." Going to bonfires. Playing hide and seek. losing your brother. swinging in the hammock. my hatred for the hula girl in your car. playing computer games at my house. Wednesdays. listening to fall for you, and me getting in trouble for it. cutting your head out of our homecoming picture and putting your best friend's head..you weren't too happy about that. Me secretly laughing at the fact that you call razors 'shavers'. wearing your super cool Walmart bracelet, haha. going to the lake. you hating converse, which still makes me mad. calling me onstar. sophahead. conface. our stupid little nicknames. talking until 5 in the morning, the first time i ever met you. going to the park, after getting pizza. homecoming, which i don't even need to go into. proposing to me with my corsage, which i told you not to get. my tye dye corsage, haha. "I'm ready for the real world,..So do you want pickles on your burger or what?" Me loving the fact you didn't want to have sex until you were married. Hiding in the back of my car after tennis practice, and popping out, which gave me a minor heart attack. coming to all my tennis games and practices. thinking i had mono and kissing me anyways. you're so stupid..Dressing up as a lightning bug, and handing out coloring books at the fair. your mom said, "you'll find any excuse to hold her hand, huh..even if she is a lightning bug.." Me going to lunch with your while family..except you. You taking a walker and playing with it in shop n save. throwing pads at me in shop n save. and underwear. acting like you were going to kiss me and tripping me into a puddle. i hated you for that. thinking my work sold marijuana, because of the grass game. going school shopping together at kohls. going to petco. the fish that I bought you, and killed on the way home. "You're going to be a bad mother!" You said. "You'll kill our children!" International Surprise Sophia Day, where I got a card (with a dog in a sombrero?) and flowers, because I wasn't feeling good. Vanilla Bean Fraps dropped on my porch from starbucks. And I return the favor by leaving your homecoming tie..sorry about that. Skinny/Fag. funniest thing ever. "Let's go flex and take pictures of ourselves!" :D Going to the chinese place and eating lunch, which was disgusting by the way. watching Harold and Kumar, until I made you turn it off. Telling me I look like Tila Tequila when I hang upside down.--Which is not nice by the way. Blue or yellow air freshener? Howell times in Sheldon's room. And Winship's. Making fun of the way you dress. Going to Alex's open house. You refusing to hold hands with me. taking your brother to Guitar lessons. Going to Dairy Queen. Purple shirts with dinosaurs. "My mom says you look like a hoodrat." && "You're the one giving him hives, Sophia!" watching 10 things I hate about you. "But I like it when you're weird!" Master plans. The little stupid stuff that means nothing to anyone. but the little stuff means so much more than the big stuff. I can wait. I know I can. I have to. I'm not throwing this away because I'm impatient. People say we were dating, but really, we were best friends. We still would be, were we allowed to talk at all. But 16 will be here soon enough. And I'll have my best friend back.