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So I've had a very, very, very rough week.

Firstly, my dad found out about Derrick and I.
I guess that was for the best; he had to have known for a while now, as it is very hard for me to even stay away from Derrick.
I got in some major trouble over that, but my dad approves of Derrick, thank god.
We were both worried about whether or not we couldn't be together.

I also got in a disagreement with my grandparents. I'm pretty sure my Mom-Mom hates me, because I wanted to leave the beach early, since she was becoming "Crazy Mom-Mom."

I've also been VERY stressed from Drum Major. Every five minutes, I gotta call someone, only to find out that they left CHS, or to wait for them all day... Its very stressful.

Lastly, I might have to leave My Name Is Drew. At our last gig, my friend accidently sat on my flute. Its destroyed. Like... Bent into a 'u' shape, and ******** up. Yeah, I'm really upset... Like... I loved that flute. I paid a $1,000 for that flute. I PAID. MY MONEY THAT I'M SAVING FOR COLLEGE. But, the past is the past. I'm not mad at my friend. Not even remotely. I'm just sad about my flute.... It made the most amazing, beautiful, pure sound ever imagined. And it just can't be played. No one would even want to fix it. Hahah.
So, now I need a new flute. I'm gonna have to go into my college funds-again- and pull out more money so that I can get a new flute.
But, at the gig, we were paid $110. I had to leave early, so I couldn't celebrate. But, they spent $10 on dinner, but the other $100 is going right to me, they said. They all really want me to stay in the band- and trust me, I wanna stay too!- and they all feel really bad about my flute. Curtis especially (since he's the one who broke it.) He's petrified to text me, in fear of me hating him. I made it perfectly clear that I still love the guy.

This, in a way, brought Derrick and I even closer than I thought possible. He has three paychecks from his job that he quit. He said he's giving one of them, worth $150 to me for my flute/debts to my parents. I'm desperately hoping to talk him out of it. I don't want his money. He needs it more than me, because his parents are kicking him out of his house once he turns 18. No, he's not a bad kid. He's actually this amazing, nearly perfect guy. His parents just don't like him. His mom won't support him with anything- whether its a job, or school- and his step-dad is just a d**k. I would know, since that guy hung up on me when I asked if Derrick was available over the phone.

I've cried a lot this week.
Derrick has seen me each time, too.
I feel like such a jerk. But... I like it when he's there for me. The way he holds me when I cry just makes it better. The way he strokes my hair, and whispers how its all gonna be okay... The way he kisses my forehead and cheeks. Hahah. I miss him right now. I hope we can hang out on the 15th, since that will be our fourth month together.
He's writing me another letter for our fourth month. I'm doing the same... Hahah.

He has this amazing way with words. I think I'll post his letters on here. Anyone who read them would be amazed. Tee-hee. I feel like I'm hogging this amazing person all for myself. And I'm not gonna share him.
Then again, he flat out told me that I'm his. Hahah. "You're mine. MINE." God, I loved it when he said that. I love it when he says anything. His voice is like a freaking lullaby for me. I fall asleep to it every night, and I await to hear it every day.

I think what Derrick and I have is very real. We both haven't had many relationships before this (I think its been one for both of us...), and we both have no idea what we're doing. But, we haven't fought, we haven't yelled. I'm always smiling when I'm thinking of him, talking to him... I just love it. I can't wait for the future- as long as it includes him.

A funny thing is that, in all honesty, we both have no ******** clue when we started going out. We both know that it was after the Glasgow show (Which was March 13th). We were going to go with the 14th, but my birthday is September 14th, which would mean that our six month mark would be on my birthday, and I would just feel like a jerk for it being on my birthday. So, we both agreed on the 15th, so that I wouldn't feel like a jerk, and it would still be around the 13th. Hahahah!

Anyway, I'm actually waiting for him to call me. We haven't talked that much, since his parents hid the phone from him. There is another line in the laundry room, so he's called me from there twice, so far. Only for five minutes, though. He said he's calling me around 1-ish, and then he'll hook up the phone he found in his house, so that he can call me tomorrow, and we can talk as long as possible- or until his mom wakes up.
This would be so much easier if he had a cell phone, but alas, his parents won't let him have one. His siblings have cell phones, he doesn't. Seems a bit unfair.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop writing, since I could, and probably would, go on all day with this stuff. Hahah.
I guess I'll be posting later, then.
Bye!