Part 3
The night before we left, I was so excited, I couldn't sleep. We had built things up so much, that I felt like I could possibly be meeting my future husband. (confessional#7 I had our whole introduction down in my head. I planned on high fiving him for some reason.) The day we were supposed to leave, J texted me, telling me that his best friend wasn't coming now and that his car wasn't reliable enough to make it all the way to the Outer Banks. I was so angry. I couldn't even answer him. He wasn't even trying to find another way there. We had only been talking about this trip for months. He knew how much it meant to me, I thought it meant a lot to him too. I spent the whole car ride there disappointed. I didn't want this to ruin my whole trip. I was on my way to a beach house with my closest friends, I should've been so excited, if only I hadn't gotten my hopes up quite so high. I always place such high expectations on things and people, when I know I shouldn't. I was miserable, but pretending to still be excited. I was so angry at J. We drove through the night, so we were in terrible moods by the time we arrived at the beach. The rental place wasn't open, so we had no way to get our keys to the house. My sister was so stressed, and took it out on everyone else. As the oldest, she took on that role of being the mother figure, so she felt so much responsibility for us. I kept insisting we just drive down to the house, we argued back and forth, throwing blame around, pointing fingers. There was nothing left for us to do, but drive down the the house. It was unlocked, just waiting there for us. It was adorable and huge. I wanted to be so excited, this whole experience was supposed to be amazing, and J was ruining it, no matter what I tried to do, I couldn't let my disappointment go.
We texted back and forth a couple times. I suggested maybe meeting halfway between Charlotte and the Outer Banks, but there was really nothing in between. I remember being on the phone with him, so frustrated, a huge map laid out in front of me, I measuring the distance with my hand, and a place called Rocky Mount being halfway for us. Nothing was really working, I gave up and resorted to having everyone send him mass angry texts simultaneously. That made me feel a little bit better. It was freezing there that week. Almost unbearable, which was pretty disappointing considering we drove so far. In all of our pictures we made ourselves take our coats off so it would look warmer than it actually was. I kept making myself do crazy things, so I believed that I could have fun despite the major disappointment. I attacked the person dressed up as a lion at food lion. It made for some good photos. We went in the ocean, despite it being fifty degrees, made a horror movie at night, filmed a fake mtv cribs, and ate lots of good foods. I wrote in the sand and wanted to send you a picture, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't feel like you deserved to know that you were missed, that you were ruining my whole trip.
My oldest sister was so angry the entire time we were there. She kept complaining about the weather and saying she knew this would happen, why didn't we listen to her etc. She kept texting J and asking him what the temperature was there. I guess it was a lot warmer there since they were away from the ocean. They were in cahoots, J wanted us to drive all the way there, and my older sister just wanted a chance to wear all the tank tops she packed, she was also curious about what J and I would be like when we finally met each other. I thought he was being lazy and that it was out of the question for us to even consider making the drive out there. We had booked the beach house for the entire week, I didn't want to lose money for leaving early just so we could crash at J's at grandma's trailer. The whole thing just felt so weird, and I was finally starting to have fun. I didn't expect everyone to leave early and drive another 4 hours in the opposite direction of home, just to see a random boy, all because it was a little bit warmer there. There was some kind of vote taken, my sister threatened everyone and no one really wanted to hear her complain anymore, so we left early and headed to Charlotte, toward warmer weather, toward J.
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