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Did you miss me? Well, some things have changed since I last wrote. For one, Solitaire's going to where I should've gone if I didn't leave my family. Jam and Dee will be with him too. I didn't realize how grown up they could be when they wanted. Of course, they were acting the part of 'university men', for the first day. Then they burst into laughter and started clowning around. I'll miss them when their studies start again. I feel so young being with them.
I'm not staying in Solitaire's flat anymore. I'm with Richard. Before you think he's with me as a lover, he isn't! Dee and Jam will be taking the room with two beds while Solitaire claims his rightful room. It would be easier this way, now that they're going to universities. Tristen went to his home to be with his family for the rest of the break; he'll be going back to E for the last time this year. If Tristen wants a place to stay in London during weekends I was sure Sol will insist he stay in his flat, so I asked Richard if I could be his new flat-mate last Sunday. I said it mock-seriously, since I knew he would never consider it. But then he gave me a look and asked if i wouldn't mind his coming home late, and I just stared. He can't be serious, could he? I thought, and told me Tristen would be leaving by Tuesday, why don't I pack up?
And so here I am, staying with Richard, wondering how this happened and if he ever wakes up later than 6. I cannot believe it. The first morning he went into my room and was trying to wake me up at the ungodly hour of six! I would've thrown him out, if I was awake. I don't think he succeeded rousing me, because next thing I remember was the smell of coffee. He must've made coffee to wake me up. I take the coffee gratefully, and he seemed pleased, or maybe it was relieved--I don't know. Now it's one of our rituals, he walking in with a mug of coffee, I getting up when he enters with it. Mornings seem much more tolerable with him around. Even Sol can't wake me up when I'm dead to the world, and he never figured out coffee was the only thing that could rouse me. I don't know how Richard figured that one out, but I didn't mind. He still brings it, and I gratefully accept it, always.
I must be turning normal. Maybe next time I'll end up with a girlfriend! Perish the thought!
I'm not staying in Solitaire's flat anymore. I'm with Richard. Before you think he's with me as a lover, he isn't! Dee and Jam will be taking the room with two beds while Solitaire claims his rightful room. It would be easier this way, now that they're going to universities. Tristen went to his home to be with his family for the rest of the break; he'll be going back to E for the last time this year. If Tristen wants a place to stay in London during weekends I was sure Sol will insist he stay in his flat, so I asked Richard if I could be his new flat-mate last Sunday. I said it mock-seriously, since I knew he would never consider it. But then he gave me a look and asked if i wouldn't mind his coming home late, and I just stared. He can't be serious, could he? I thought, and told me Tristen would be leaving by Tuesday, why don't I pack up?
And so here I am, staying with Richard, wondering how this happened and if he ever wakes up later than 6. I cannot believe it. The first morning he went into my room and was trying to wake me up at the ungodly hour of six! I would've thrown him out, if I was awake. I don't think he succeeded rousing me, because next thing I remember was the smell of coffee. He must've made coffee to wake me up. I take the coffee gratefully, and he seemed pleased, or maybe it was relieved--I don't know. Now it's one of our rituals, he walking in with a mug of coffee, I getting up when he enters with it. Mornings seem much more tolerable with him around. Even Sol can't wake me up when I'm dead to the world, and he never figured out coffee was the only thing that could rouse me. I don't know how Richard figured that one out, but I didn't mind. He still brings it, and I gratefully accept it, always.
I must be turning normal. Maybe next time I'll end up with a girlfriend! Perish the thought!