My life as a romanced rapunzel

Virginia is for lovers and I can prove it. Before moving to Virginia I had met a gentleman named Jarred, a both intriguing and charming fellow. We became friends almost immediately, hanging out with his best friend Chase and my buddy Leslie. We'd been chatting a while and getting a little friendly, he even tried to kiss me! (Tried being the main verb in that sentence). Regardless, once I'd moved to Virginia we had continued conversing. Our phone calls would consists of weekly updates and flirtatious chitter chatter. I would always say "you should come over" or "when are you coming to visit?" And on a bi-regular basis he would say " look out your window". He was a wildly impulsive guy so I'd always look, even though logically I knew he wouldn't actually travel 2000 miles from Phoenix. One morning in late October I got a phone call. Jarred woke me up and said "look out your window". At this point I was newly awakened and not happy about it so I refused to obey said command. It was a couple days before Halloween and I'd decorated my windows with pumpkins. "Do you have pumpkins or bats on your window?" Jarred asked. I shot upright in disbelief, there was no way that he had come to Lynchburg, Virginia to surprise me at 9 am on Monday morning. I refused to fall for this malicious act of trickery, this was a new low. After some manipulation I opened the window and saw Jarred, there in the flesh, standing outside my second floor window. Like a true lady I screamed "Holy shit Jarred, holy shit shit shit!" Obviously shocked and still on the phone, I continued bantering the same four letter word that is banned from Liberty's campus. "Aren't you coming down?" Jarred asked. I hung up, continued muttering that same word (which by the way my mother taught me), and ran down to Leslie's room. Leslie freaked out, threw a coat on and we ran downstairs.
The boys stayed for a week and we enjoyed many adventures. Liberty's campus forbids both gentlemen and ladies to congregate in a dorm together, not even for visitation. So we had them pose as maintenance in order to see our rooms. Throughout the week the boys slept in the back of their truck, bathed in the creeks and ate taco bell! We visited DC and on our way back, got lost and pulled in to what we thought was a parking lot to sleep. When we woke up there were flashing lights and a police officer out the window. Chase had slept in his sleeping bag under a tree. Jarred, Leslie and I napped in the truck. To our surprise, the parking lot was actually a preschool, and its attendee's weren't allowed to play outside on account of the miscellaneous vehicle parked just outside the playground. After tapping a few times, the officer thought Chase was a drunk and Jarred a pimp. Once we cleared the air and found our way back to Lynchburg we had already broken some classic Liberty rules, the last of which was an on-campus kiss.