Firefly with J.Z., and a story from the blue of night... My story
Yesterday, when I got home from work, I went into J.Z.'s place, as it seems I always do now.
"I'm back."
He must have heard me coming, because he had had plenty of time to get into position by his coffee table with his metal baseball bat (which, if I'm not mistaken, was actually purchased for protection when he lived alone across the street from that meth lab...), pretending to menacingly threaten his cat, who was under it. He looked at me and smiled innocently. Apparently his cat had been in the kitchen doing... something. J.Z. doesn't know quite what, but when he went in there, his cat skulked off as though he was doing something he shouldn't have. As it were, his cat had seen him packing his bag for the wedding today, and he probably knew he'd be leaving for a bit... he's been urinating on things for the last day or so... ^_^*.
After a quick investigation of the kitchen revealed nothing out of the ordinary, I sat on the couch and read him the letter I just received from my Japanese pen pal. He listened so intently, making comments as I read. I like how he gives me his attention... so many people only half listen to me, and it becomes clear to me that they don't actually care about what I'm saying. Not J.Z.
I had him try on what he was going to be wearing to the wedding so I could see. I didn't really think I liked where he was going with it when he first told me what he was wearing... I didn't think it'd look right. He bought a florida style (I guess that's what they're called... Short sleeves, button up... meant to be worn untucked...) black shirt with flecks of white and gray in it. He went out and bought a white and black and gray tie that had a certain swirling design. At first, I didn't think the design on the tie went with the shirt at all... He pulled off his shirt and put on the shirt and tie in front of me. I did my best not to stare... Then he went to his room and grabbed a gray sports coat. This pulled the whole look together, and he did, in fact, look very, very, very good. I told him he needed to keep that sports coat, because it really did complete the look. He went and hung up the coat, came back and took off the shirt, once again in front of me... and took his time putting it on the hanger before putting his tee shirt back on. Once again, I tried not to look, but damn... he's got an amazing body. If I had been able to find my phone at that moment, I would have snapped a picture... but I couldn't find it, so... no picture. It makes sense, really.
We ate, me eating more than I should have again... I've been stressed lately... what with being sick, and the whole situation... with J.Z.... and the other situation with Alice... thank god for my high metabolism... that's all I can say. I feel a bit pudgier, but I know I don't really look it.
Then we popped in "Firefly", he had just purchased the whole series (there were only 14 episodes made) and since we both liked the movie "Serenity" so much, we thought it'd be fun to watch the series that inspired the movie. I was still coughing and hacking so J.Z. made me some green tea. I moved to the floor to be closer to him under the pretense of staying awake, even though it was early. As we watched the show, I kept running my bare foot along the leg of the chair he was sitting in. I don't know why... truthfully it felt good, but I'm sure that wasn't the only reason.
My brother was bugging him to go bowling with him and and Lore. He told him no. I was pleased with that. My brother looked at me and asked if I wanted to go bowling. I replied, "With whom?" "Well... Lore would be there..." "No. I'm fine." "Not even to hang out with your brother?" "I don't -like- her, you know that. I'm not going to spend the night with her." Then he was gone and J.Z. and I went back to watching the show.
J.Z. fixed me an amaretto sour after watching the second episode. The show actually made me feel rather sad... because once upon a time, it mirrored (with more science fiction...) how we had all been... The captain was my brother... Me, with my Gemini duality was portrayed by the first mate (yes... I always used to be considered my brother's first mate... not so much anymore) and the innocent engineer. J.Z., the weapon specialist. The captain always treated his crew with only the utmost kindness... sort of. Even when he was harsh, and callous... his goodness was always there too... This was my brother. Oh well...
I ended up falling asleep around 9 or 10... during the third episode I think... I woke up for a little while, shocked and confused when J.Z. was flipping through the channels on the tv... When I asked what happened, he said I fell asleep... This information surprised me. I apologized to him, because I knew that he was excited about spending the night watching "Firefly" and I fell asleep. He went to bed soon after, because he had to wake up early this morning to leave for Columbus. He'll be gone until tomorrow.
Last night, after falling asleep again and waking up a little before midnight, I wrote him a note:
J.Z.,
Sorry for falling asleep so early last night. I was tying to stay awake... So much for having a really fun night, huh? >_<*
I hope you have a great time at the wedding! I'm sure you will ^_^. Text me if you get bored or just feel like it. Not that you're likely to get bored, but oh well, right *_~?
Well, have fun, a great drive, a good time... all that jazz! See you Sunday! Try not to miss me too much *_~!
~Stephen
P.S. Don't worry about your cat. He'll be fine with me ^_^.
I put it where I knew he'd find it. Which, upon looking this morning, he did.
Then I went up to bed. But... I couldn't sleep. So... I laid there for a little while. Then I grabbed my notebook and started writing. I started to write my story. The story that is me. I wrote some 15 pages last night. I'm sure I'm too young to be writing anything even reminiscent of my memoirs... but... it's my story, and maybe it's about time that it gets told... as I was writing, a thought popped into my head... if anything were to happen to me for whatever reason... my family would find this journal, full of the first pages of my story... but would they know that it was my story and not just another work of fiction? I flipped back to the first page and titled it: "The Man Behind the Mask: Memoirs of a Guardian Spirit". The title leaves something to be desired... as I am too young to be writing memoirs of any kind... but for a work in progress... it's more than sufficient.
Now I will wrap this post to a close. For any who should like to speak tonight... I'll likely be online later in the evening... and off and on throughout the day. If you see me, feel free to hit me up. Hit me up? Where did that come from? I don't talk like that... ^_^*.
"I'm back."
He must have heard me coming, because he had had plenty of time to get into position by his coffee table with his metal baseball bat (which, if I'm not mistaken, was actually purchased for protection when he lived alone across the street from that meth lab...), pretending to menacingly threaten his cat, who was under it. He looked at me and smiled innocently. Apparently his cat had been in the kitchen doing... something. J.Z. doesn't know quite what, but when he went in there, his cat skulked off as though he was doing something he shouldn't have. As it were, his cat had seen him packing his bag for the wedding today, and he probably knew he'd be leaving for a bit... he's been urinating on things for the last day or so... ^_^*.
After a quick investigation of the kitchen revealed nothing out of the ordinary, I sat on the couch and read him the letter I just received from my Japanese pen pal. He listened so intently, making comments as I read. I like how he gives me his attention... so many people only half listen to me, and it becomes clear to me that they don't actually care about what I'm saying. Not J.Z.
I had him try on what he was going to be wearing to the wedding so I could see. I didn't really think I liked where he was going with it when he first told me what he was wearing... I didn't think it'd look right. He bought a florida style (I guess that's what they're called... Short sleeves, button up... meant to be worn untucked...) black shirt with flecks of white and gray in it. He went out and bought a white and black and gray tie that had a certain swirling design. At first, I didn't think the design on the tie went with the shirt at all... He pulled off his shirt and put on the shirt and tie in front of me. I did my best not to stare... Then he went to his room and grabbed a gray sports coat. This pulled the whole look together, and he did, in fact, look very, very, very good. I told him he needed to keep that sports coat, because it really did complete the look. He went and hung up the coat, came back and took off the shirt, once again in front of me... and took his time putting it on the hanger before putting his tee shirt back on. Once again, I tried not to look, but damn... he's got an amazing body. If I had been able to find my phone at that moment, I would have snapped a picture... but I couldn't find it, so... no picture. It makes sense, really.
We ate, me eating more than I should have again... I've been stressed lately... what with being sick, and the whole situation... with J.Z.... and the other situation with Alice... thank god for my high metabolism... that's all I can say. I feel a bit pudgier, but I know I don't really look it.
Then we popped in "Firefly", he had just purchased the whole series (there were only 14 episodes made) and since we both liked the movie "Serenity" so much, we thought it'd be fun to watch the series that inspired the movie. I was still coughing and hacking so J.Z. made me some green tea. I moved to the floor to be closer to him under the pretense of staying awake, even though it was early. As we watched the show, I kept running my bare foot along the leg of the chair he was sitting in. I don't know why... truthfully it felt good, but I'm sure that wasn't the only reason.
My brother was bugging him to go bowling with him and and Lore. He told him no. I was pleased with that. My brother looked at me and asked if I wanted to go bowling. I replied, "With whom?" "Well... Lore would be there..." "No. I'm fine." "Not even to hang out with your brother?" "I don't -like- her, you know that. I'm not going to spend the night with her." Then he was gone and J.Z. and I went back to watching the show.
J.Z. fixed me an amaretto sour after watching the second episode. The show actually made me feel rather sad... because once upon a time, it mirrored (with more science fiction...) how we had all been... The captain was my brother... Me, with my Gemini duality was portrayed by the first mate (yes... I always used to be considered my brother's first mate... not so much anymore) and the innocent engineer. J.Z., the weapon specialist. The captain always treated his crew with only the utmost kindness... sort of. Even when he was harsh, and callous... his goodness was always there too... This was my brother. Oh well...
I ended up falling asleep around 9 or 10... during the third episode I think... I woke up for a little while, shocked and confused when J.Z. was flipping through the channels on the tv... When I asked what happened, he said I fell asleep... This information surprised me. I apologized to him, because I knew that he was excited about spending the night watching "Firefly" and I fell asleep. He went to bed soon after, because he had to wake up early this morning to leave for Columbus. He'll be gone until tomorrow.
Last night, after falling asleep again and waking up a little before midnight, I wrote him a note:
J.Z.,
Sorry for falling asleep so early last night. I was tying to stay awake... So much for having a really fun night, huh? >_<*
I hope you have a great time at the wedding! I'm sure you will ^_^. Text me if you get bored or just feel like it. Not that you're likely to get bored, but oh well, right *_~?
Well, have fun, a great drive, a good time... all that jazz! See you Sunday! Try not to miss me too much *_~!
~Stephen
P.S. Don't worry about your cat. He'll be fine with me ^_^.
I put it where I knew he'd find it. Which, upon looking this morning, he did.
Then I went up to bed. But... I couldn't sleep. So... I laid there for a little while. Then I grabbed my notebook and started writing. I started to write my story. The story that is me. I wrote some 15 pages last night. I'm sure I'm too young to be writing anything even reminiscent of my memoirs... but... it's my story, and maybe it's about time that it gets told... as I was writing, a thought popped into my head... if anything were to happen to me for whatever reason... my family would find this journal, full of the first pages of my story... but would they know that it was my story and not just another work of fiction? I flipped back to the first page and titled it: "The Man Behind the Mask: Memoirs of a Guardian Spirit". The title leaves something to be desired... as I am too young to be writing memoirs of any kind... but for a work in progress... it's more than sufficient.
Now I will wrap this post to a close. For any who should like to speak tonight... I'll likely be online later in the evening... and off and on throughout the day. If you see me, feel free to hit me up. Hit me up? Where did that come from? I don't talk like that... ^_^*.