The Diary of Darcy J. Rhone (Darcy & Rachel 0.5)



Carlos called me and asked me out again. Officially. This time I said YES!! Then we talked for almost two hours. It was the BEST conversation I’ve ever had with a guy. He told me all about Spain and how beautiful it is, especially his hometown Barcelona (his mom works at the Picasso Museum! How clutch is that?). I feel so chic and sophisticated and Euro. So anyway, we’re going to Ogden 6 and Connie’s on Friday—which was my suggestion. I broke my rule about guys having to make the plans because he’s not from here. I also broke my rule about the guy must drive because it’s not really fair to expect an exchange student to have a car. And his host family, the Parkers, have an old Buick station wagon and a Ford Taurus. Yuck. So I asked my Dad if Carlos could drive his BMW. He looked at me like I was insane (my dad loves that car as much as loves me and more than he loves my brother and mom). I told him it was for a cultural good cause—that I wanted to show an exchange student the best of America. He said BMWs are German. I begged and begged until he gave in. I wonder how long he’d ground me if he knew what I’m planning to do in the backseat of his Beamer!





February 21





Best. Date. Ever. Best. Kisser. Ever. I’m totally in love!!!!!! We even skipped the movie, Good Morning, Vietnam, because who wants to dwell on war when you can focus on LOVE! My lips are chapped and my chin is red from so much kissing, but I don’t care. So worth it. Darcy Medina has a nice ring, doesn’t it?





March 12





It’s been a while since I’ve written because I’ve been soo busy with Carlos. We haven’t done it yet, but we’ve gone to third base plus some. I told Rachel that I think I’m ready to lose my virginity and she said, “You’ve only been going out for a few weeks.” I told her, “When you know, you know.” She started lecturing me about how you only get one first time until I started singing “Don’t Worry, Be Happy,” in my best rasta accent. She told me to just be careful, her two favorite words in the world. Be careful when I’m diving off the dock at Centennial Beach. Be careful when I’m looking through her dad’s cassette collection. Be careful when I go to parties and drink. Be careful when I’m on top of the pyramid in cheerleading. For a second I was annoyed. But then I reminded myself that it’s good to have a friend who tells you to be careful. Because there is a “care” in there. I kinda wonder why she wants me to be careful though. Careful not to get some disease or careful not to get my heart broken? Because duh—I’m going to use a condom—and duh, I will NEVER get my heart broken. Broken hearts are for losers.



April 10





We finally did it!!!! Carlos took my V-card! And I got his! We planned the whole thing, down to the last detail, like the fact that we packed two apples to eat right afterwards. (Get it? The forbidden fruit?? My idea!) We were at the Excel Inn (the only hotel we could find that didn’t hassle us about being underage), room 44 because 4 is my lucky number. It wasn’t exactly glam surroundings but the fifty votive candles I brought helped. And Carlos scattered rose petals all over the bed (also my idea but he paid for them). And of course we played our mix tape of romantic songs, including INXS’s “Need You Tonight” and U2’s “With or Without You”—and the one we officially lost our virginity to: David Lee Roth’s “Just Like Paradise.” And it most certainly WAS paradise even though it hurt like hell (I have a low pain threshold) and we had to start and stop about five times to get the job done. I made Carlos take a before and after picture of me, but I don’t look or feel all that different—other than the fact that I’m still a little bit sore. I called Rachel from the hotel phone immediately afterwards. I told her I wanted her to be the first to know. She told me congratulations, but I kind of got the feeling that she was a little jealous. Her voice sounded sad, like it does after she gets a B on a test or has a fight with her mom. I told her she should do it with Ethan, since she’s been in love with him since the fifth grade, but she insisted that they are just friends like she always does. Then I put Carlos on the phone. That one didn’t go over so well with either of them since they are both kind of shy, but I’m determined for them to be super close. After all, she’s going to be the maid of honor in our wedding. I wonder if we’ll get married in the U.S. or Spain?? Maybe we’ll do both. How fun to get to plan TWO weddings!





April 28