ROMANTIC
AMY is completely crazy about her first boyfriend, Robbie.
I miss you when you’re not around. Is that silly? I do. I hate that we’re a whole grade apart, and I never see you in my classes. But it’s probably for the best. I probably couldn’t sit next to you in class without wanting to touch you. It would kill me. Can you imagine if we started making out in the middle of English class or something? That would be hysterical.
I can’t concentrate on anything, you know. I think about you all the time. My grades are getting worse and worse. But I can’t help it. You’re so perfect. Do you feel the same way about me?
How much do you like me, Robbie? “A lot”? How much is “a lot”? Do you think maybe … I think maybe I’m … I don’t know. I just like you so much. I think I might be … I don’t know … I think I might maybe be falling in love with you. I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before, so I might be wrong. It’s just that—
You feel the same way? Oh, Robbie, I love you so much!
MARY is in love with her best friend, Kel. They will soon be attending different colleges, and Mary is trying to get her courage up to tell Kel how she feels. Or, even better, she wants Kel to tell her how he feels about her.
You’re my very best friend in the whole world, you know that? I can’t imagine being without you. Why do we have to go to different colleges? It’s awful. I can’t imagine even having a day without you.
I sound so melodramatic, don’t I? The worst part is that I mean it. I do. You’re my best friend ever, Kel. You’re the only person I can talk to. I don’t want to go away to school. I’ve begged my parents over and over to let me go to college here, but they won’t let me. They say it’s good for me; it’s part of growing up. They don’t understand.
But you’ll be fine, right? You don’t … Do you feel like that about me? I know you don’t. I know you’ll be fine without me. But you’ll write me, won’t you? Please? I know you’re terrible about e-mailing, but I’m your best friend, Kel. I wish … I wish … You just mean the world to me. I’m going to miss you so much.
JACE is cute and popular. For the first time in his life, he feels like he might really be in love.
I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this. This is so embarrassing. Promise you won’t bust on me, man. I think I might be in … love, I guess. With Seela. I just kind of think about her all the time. She makes me feel, like, happy. I smile when I think about her. And we have so much fun together. I guess I shouldn’t say it out loud or whatever. Sounds stupid to say it out loud. But how do you know you’re in love or whatever anyway? I mean, what is really liking someone or even lust, and what is being in love? I’ve never felt like this before, so I’m not even sure what to call it. I just feel so jumpy and crazy inside. It’s an awesome feeling. I just know … I really like her. Listen, don’t tell anyone else about this. I haven’t even told Seela. I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if it makes me seem stupid or desperate or anything. It’s just that … I feel great, man. I hope I feel like this forever.
CAT is extremely book-smart but lacks common sense. She’s planning a trip to go meet someone she met online.
If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else? Yesterday, I booked a ticket on the Internet to go to California. If my parents found out, they would absolutely go berserk. I just know I have to meet this Internet guy. We’ve been e-mailing each other for months and months, and I feel like I know him better than anyone I’ve ever met. We’re just so right for each other.
I can’t believe you are doing this. You sound just like my parents. Do you know they’re checking all my emails and calls now? It’s like living in a police state. It’s like Big Brother. They don’t give me any credit for being an intelligent person. I get straight A’s in school. I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing. This guy is awesome. I’m a really good judge of character. I picked you as a friend, right?
So how can you think it’s wrong? Can’t anybody trust me? I’m going to California. You’ll see. It will be great. We’ll get married, and my life will be perfect. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I know this is right.
SYLVIA is a supreme romantic, though she’s in complete denial about it.
God, I wish life was like the movies. I wish some guy would die for me. Can you imagine a guy waiting in the rain for you? The guys I date are always late. It’s so rude. Men today have no consideration, no sense of romance. I asked my mom the other day if it gets better when they get older, and she said no. She said it gets worse.
Have you ever wanted to surf? I have. It looks so cool, but then I’m afraid that I’d drown or get bitten by a shark. But then maybe some lifeguard would save me. And that would be awesome. I’d love to be rescued. And I’d love him to come to the hospital to check on how I am and bring me flowers. I am not a romantic! I just like to daydream. I’m a realist. I know it’s impossible. But I do like to wish.