An Explaination

Jason paced the room, his eyes following the floor in front of him.
He knew he had to tell Stella about his pst, but he was still resisting it. There was know way of knowing if she would care. For all he knew her life had been just thesame, and she woud hate him for this.
He stopped pacing, an plopped down on a chair, looking out the window with a measutred gaze.
He had been picturing himself pouring out a long story, a long explaination, but now that he was here, he was realizing there wasn't much to tell.
He stood again, and glanced at the old clock int the crner He had left her a not to meet him here at 7.
It was 6:56.
He ground his teeth and began pacing the room, He had no plan, and he had no idea what was going to happen, but he felt he should talk to her.


((Warning: I'm making this sup as I go along))

He let a large sigh of relief as he saw her, and kissed her cheek. 'I'm glad you came,' he said. Then his happiness ebbed slightly.
Shaking his head he said, truthfully, 'Well, now that your here I feel stupid. I'm not sure what to say.' He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned against a desk. Then he said, not looking at her, 'Well, first things first, I need to know. Are you mad at me?'


((should we make this private? I doubt people will join, but just in case?))

'No,' he said quickly, moving towards her. 'I just got mad...at myself really.' He paused, then sighed. 'I was going to tell you the story of my life,' he chuckled to himself, 'And it was only when I got to this room that I realized there's really nothing to tell. I grew up in hard conditions, and I didn't have the best attitude. Still don't to tell the truth.' He added with a apoligetic smile. 'Though, I must admit, since coming to this school I've been in a good mood more than not.'
He looked to her with a smile. 'Mostly thanks to you.'

He kissed her back, suddenly feeling even stupider for overreacting. Pulling away he sad quickly, 'So I just want to warn you, I won't always be in a good mood ok.' He paused then kissed her and said, 'Though I'm sure I'll be happier than I used to be.' He hugged her, and then looked back up at the clock. It was 7:06.
He smiled and shook his head, And Stella's done it again.

He smiled and hugged her back, 'Sure, when will I meet him? Or, who is it?'