So, a couple of hours ago I walked Dylan to the train station and said goodbye to him, though hopefully not for too long. He came up here because I was sad after what happened with those idiots a couple of days ago, but as it wasn't a planned visit and he had to go back to work he couldn't stay for as long as either of us wanted. The good news is that he's going to talk to his parents about coming for a longer visit in a week or so. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I'm lucky I go to a private school. Most of the schools in Scotland have summer breaks at a slightly different time so if I was at any of them I'd be going back to school in a week or so. Instead I have over a month of holiday left and we're going to try and spend as much of it together as possible.
I hope he can come back, because after last night I want him here all the time. I'm not going into any details in a public blog, but let's just say I'm a little less virginal than I was yesterday. It wasn't planned, but it felt right so we just went with it, and afterwards he held me and we fell asleep. It felt a little weird this morning, emotionally I mean. Physically too - the back door was a little achy - but mostly emotionally.
We've been a couple for over a year now, but we've hardly seen each other during that time, and the last time we did it was awkward. I don't know why it was so easy this time, but in just over a day we made up for all the kisses and cuddles we haven't had over the past year...and then some!
Walking back home without him was sad, and it wasn't made any easier by the fact that I saw Derek and Matt on my way home. They were with their girlfriends so they didn't come near me, but Derek sort of smirked at me and Matt made an obscene gesture that I won't even attempt to describe. I ignored them and as soon as they were out of sight jogged the rest of the way home, but I felt like crap by the time I got there.
My brother was waiting for me when I got home. Normally he's such an a**hole, and when I saw him I thought my day was about to get a thousand times worse, but instead of giving me crap like he normally does he pulled me into this big hug. He can be a real jerk at times, but when he wants to be nice he's the best brother in the world.
He took me upstairs and we talked all about Dylan. I told him that we'd had sex and he didn't freak out. He just asked if we were careful, which we were, and if I was glad it happened, which I am. Funny thing is, even though he's a year older than me he let slip that I've lost my virginity before him!
I was really surprised about that. I mean, my brother isn't the best looking guy. He's not ugly, but he's kind of weird looking. He's really athletic and confident though and always has girls around him at parties and at school. I know he's done stuff with girls because last year I was at a party with him and he disappeared upstairs. About an hour after he disappeared, his best mate pulled me and a couple of others upstairs and we found my brother in a bedroom, in his boxers, with three girls on the bed with him. The girls were all fully clothed but I thought he might have had sex with them.
Turns out they were just messing around. He's done some things with girls, but he told me he's waiting for the right girl before he has sex. It was really strange hearing that from him because he projects this image like he's some kind of stud, but really he's quite sensitive. Not that I'd say that to him - he'd beat the crap out of me if he knew I was even suggesting it.
I didn't tell him about what happened with Derek, Matt and Kevin. He'd only get pissed and either yell at me for not telling him sooner or go beat them up. I'd rather just put it behind me and move on. I don't think they'll really try anything like that again. They were just looking to have some fun at my expense and now they have they'll milk it, remind me of it, but stay the hell away from me. I hope.
Anyway, I have to go clean my room. Well, I don't have to, but I need something to keep me busy until Dylan gets home. He's going to call me as soon as he's talked to his parents, so hopefully by tonight I'll know if he's going to be coming back soon and for how long. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Monday, staying for four weeks, but I think that might be a little too much to hope for.
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